SCP: INTO THE DEEP END (PILOT)
Inspired by the SCP-Wiki: http://www.scp-wiki.net/
SCP-140 is by AssertiveRoland: http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-140
Sarkic Cults are influenced by the Sarkicism Hub by Metaphysician: http://www.scp-wiki.net/sarkicism-hub
Plus many other SCP influences: thanks to sirpudding, Humanmale, and Zyn
This derivative work is licensed under the Creative Commons ShareAlike 3.0 License:
We will bring them forth, with
blood and pestilence. It cannot be
stopped. It is only a matter of
EXT. BIG RIG ON A US HIGHWAY
ANGLE ON big rig heading down a US highway at dawn. We hear a
tinny radio version of "Fast Freight" by The Kingston Trio as
the truck approaches.
INT. CAB OF BIG RIG
CLOSE SHOT on cab radio, the source of the music, then ANGLE
ON DRIVER listening to music. (S)he seems to notice something
in the distance, and as we cut, the music becomes higher
EXT. POV FROM CAB
We see a sign for a weigh station, whose light switches from
"Closed" to "Open." Below the main sign is another reading:
"Mile sponsored by: Society for Cetacean Protection".
INT. CAB OF BIG RIG
Driver seems noticeably perturbed. (S)he starts to turn the
truck into the weigh station, as we…
EXT. WEIGH STATION
WIDE SHOT of truck pulling in as an ATTENDANT waves the truck
into a lane near a series of bays.
As the truck comes to a stop, this should be timed with the
end of the final musical phrase "If you go, you can't come
back," around 1:15. Music ends here (background music may
WIDE SHOT of Attendant near cab driver door. Door opens, then
ANGLE ON each speaker in turn. Driver does not leave cab.
What the hell?
New state regs. Random survey crap.
15 minutes, 20 tops. Over here.
WIDE SHOT as Attendant points towards one of the bays. Driver
closes door and maneuvers the big rig into the bay, which
Attendant accompanies and SHOT FOLLOWS. CLOSE IN again on
door as it opens, driver exits cab, ANGLE ON each speaker in
Anywhere to get a cup of coffee at
least? Long way to Fall River.
(takes notice, then smiling) Sure,
I can put on a fresh pot. This way.
WIDE SHOT as the two exit the bay heading towards the weigh
station office, though shot remains centered on the bay.
CLOSE IN on Attendant's hand pushing a button on a device on
his/er belt. WIDE SHOT as they leave the shot, we see both
the bay door start to close, but also the truck seems to
start descending into the bay floor.
INT. TRUCK IN BAY
OVERHEAD SHOT of truck descending down some large shaft.
INT. SITE-76 LOADING BAY
WIDE SHOT on a large industrial loading bay, as the truck
descends onto a loading pad. We see numerous personnel in
various states of work. As the truck reaches the bottom,
several GUARDS in hardshell carapace armor, armed with
automatic rifles, converge towards the back of the trailer.
CLOSE IN on the rear trailer door, as it springs open. We see
a troop transport exit, rolling down a waiting ramp. SHOT
FOLLOWS the transport as it maneuvers into a parking space,
ANGLE IN on transport door, surrounded by Guards. Door opens,
and we see a succession of D-CLASS and Guards, alternating,
exiting the transport. The D-Class (Foundation test subjects)
are garbed in orange jumpsuits and have a black bag
completely enveloping their heads. Their hands are manacled
behind their backs, and legs are also manacled but allow
walking. One of the D-Class has black gloves covering their
hands and wrists (GLOVED D-CLASS). The accompanying Guards
are similarly equipped as their Site-76 counterparts. SHOT
WIDENS as the Guards group the D-Class into rows. There are
12 D-Class in all, each with a Guard on their right.
During this scene, the transport goes back to the truck and
re-enters the cab. The cab rear door closes, and the truck
ascends back up the shaft. This is all subordinate to the
main action, happening in the background, but it is meant to
suggest a fast transfer, triggered by the Attendant above.
Another group of 12 Guards joins the D-Class group, each
Guard moving to the left of each D-Class. This group now
moves forward, and each pair of Guards will ferry their D
Class to a variety of holding cells, shown in a series of
CUTS (groups splitting up at corridor junctions, marching
down corridors, ferrying D-Class into cells). While this is
happening, we hear the following over a site-wide intercom:
Alert. (CUT) Site-76 D-Class
loading protocol is in effect.
(CUT) Condition Yellow. (CUT) All
Foundation personnel not involved
in the loading protocol (CUT) are
asked to clear corridors until the
All Clear is sound. (CUT) Alert
(repeats as needed)
INT. OUTSIDE SITE-76 "CELL" DOOR
At the final CUT, the two Guards ferrying the Gloved D-Class
(OUTSIDE/INSIDE, corresponding to from bus/from Site-76) stop
in front of an apparent cell door. CLOSE IN on Inside Guard
applying key card to door mechanism, which clicks open.
INT. SITE-76 DECOMMISSIONED LAB
ANGLE IN on inside of door as the Inside Guard, Gloved D
Class, and Outside Guard enter in that order. Inside Guard
continues in, but Outside Guard stops short with D-Class and
REVERSE ANGLE on Inside Guard, as we see what looks like a
derelict lab (not a holding cell, in any case). He approaches
a lab bench. Outside Guard begins speaking in this view, then
immediately CUT BACK to ANGLE ON Outside Guard and Gloved D
Hey, what's this? (CUT) Are you
sure this is the right-
But Outside Guard is cut short by Gloved D-Class (still
hooded), who swings its arms completely over its head as
though on a 360 degree ball joint, encircling Outside Guard's
head and putting him/her into a chokehold with the manacles.
CLOSE IN as Outside Guard struggles and begins to lose
CUT BACK to Inside Guard, who places a small metal disk on
the lab bench, as we hear (but do not see) the Outside
Guard's body collapse and hit the floor. CLOSE IN on disk as
Inside Guard touches the top, which causes the disk to glow
deep blue and infusing the room with the dim hue.
PROFILE SHOT as Inside Guard walks back to Gloved D-Class.
Inside Guard bends over to undo the Gloved D-Class' leg
manacles and speaks in a hushed tone.
The jammer shut's off in 60
seconds, but that's all we'll need.
CLOSE IN on Gloved D-Class' hands. While Inside Guard keeps
talking, Gloved D-Class squirms out of its arm manacles in an
anomalous fashion, tossing them aside.
INSIDE GUARD (CONT'D)
I've logged you into your cell, so
you won't be missed right away.
WIDEN SHOT back to PROFILE. Inside Guard hands Gloved D-Class
a key card.
INSIDE GUARD (CONT'D)
This gets you into the Keter Wing
and the containment cell.
(more slowly) Once you breach,
you'll have a minute at most.
(faster) That's it, I have to-
Gloved D-Class suddenly grabs Inside Guard's head and snaps
his/her neck instantly, letting him/her fall to the ground.
WIDE ANGLED SHOT of Gloved D-Class with dead bodies on either
side of it. ANGLE IN on Gloved D-Class so that torso and
hands are in view, then slowly PAN DOWN to hands as it
removes and drops gloves. Hands are anomalous humanoid hands
and are covered in tattoos. PAN UP as hands reach to remove
head bag. As the bag comes off, we CUT TO BLACK, then…
INT. CORRIDOR TO KETER WING TWO
BLACK DISSOLVES as a figure walks into corridor from front of
camera (i.e. uncovering the camera lens). We gradually see
the back of a Guard (the Gloved D-Class in stolen armor)
approaching a corridor arch guarded by two GUARDS. REVERSE
ANGLE to show approaching Gloved D-Class in full Foundation
armor, wearing sunglasses and a very blank expression. It
holds the key card in its (Foundation gloved) hand, and
continues walking forward.
CLOSE IN on wall panel showing a blue Foundation trefoil.
Hand with card moves into frame and touches panel turning the
trefoil green and sounding an acknowledgement chime. PAN UP
to the back of the Gloved D-Class, who continues walking
through the arch. SHOT WIDENS as Gloved D-Class continues its
walk, showing Guards oblivious to anything unusual…
CUT TO BLACK
CREDITS roll here, consisting only of the letters SCP.
INT. SECURITY HALL SITE-76
HIGH SHOT of an enormous hall, with many types of personnel
busily navigating the hall and adjacent corridors. The feel
is one of a modern high-tech military research complex. We
see the following text overlaid on the scene, in two lines:
"Foundation Site-76";"Somewhere in the United States
Midwest". In upper right corner of the shot we see 3 figures
(among others) entering the scene, and we…
WIDE SHOT of Foundation AGENT SIMON GREY, flanked by 2
Foundation GUARDS, walking forward as the SHOT TRACKS BACK.
As we shall learn over the course of the series, the
Foundation is a global clandestine organization dedicated to
securing and containing anomalous objects, beings, and
phenomena, thereby protecting humanity and the world against
a breach of "normalcy".
Agent Grey is a Containment Specialist and Junior Agent for
the Foundation. He is in his 50's, wearing an ill-fitting
jacket and fedora, and carries a messenger bag. He is a
lifer, and works at Site-19, the Foundation's largest
containment site. He is short on formal education, which
makes him unusual compared to most Foundation personnel. But
Grey makes up for this with experience and a gut instinct
about anomalies. He seems more comfortable with the anomalous
world than most people. Both these facts put some distance
between Grey and many of his colleagues.
CLOSE IN on Grey's face, looking distracted.
INT. AGENT KLIKS' OFFICE SITE-76 (FLASHBACK)
In a flashback, we see Agent Grey in the Site-76 office of
AGENT THEO KLIKSOFAKUS ("KLIKS"). Flashbacks all have
slightly hazy borders in the overall shot.
Kliks is a Senior Field Agent for the Foundation. He is in
his 30s, and is nattily dressed in a tailored suit and
expensive shoes. Under his jacket is a shimmering waistcoat
tailored from Foundation ballistic chainmail. Kliks carries a
concealed sidearm and blade. Kliks is sophisticated, well
traveled, and cynical.
He is well-connected to rival groups to the Foundation,
rendering his methods questionable even by Foundation
Kliks' office is a mix of both Euro taste and tackiness.
Behind his chair is a grid of 9 computer monitors, with one a
3D heads-up display, currently showing a lizard-like creature
suspended in an aqueous medium. His fixtures include both
spare and ornate pieces which somehow seem to go together,
just barely. Off in a corner, we see a small display of
trophies, and if we could see the details, we would see
various 2nd and 3rd place finishes (or lower) in chess,
squash, bridge, golf, and the like.
OVER THE SHOULDER SHOT of Grey sitting across Kliks'
conference table, looking at the table's embedded Foundation
data station. We will see this object in several iterations:
a monitor and flush keyboard, with a glass panel to the left
of the keyboard. On the monitor we see the headshot of a
young woman, with underlying text reading: "Mahto, Jagruti
(JR Cand.)", plus other surrounding text in much smaller
font. Grey pushes away from the table and stands. WIDE SHOT
of Grey standing and Kliks sitting in his chair, feet up on
the table, not looking up from his phone.
Dr. Soren, yes, Mahto…I dunno.
Not seeing what the committee sees.
ANGLE ON Kliks, still not looking up.
The "committee" includes me,
ANGLE ON Grey, who rolls his eyes at this and turns away.
ANGLE ON Kliks, who now looks up, and alternate in turn.
And you're no better than Mahto's
university advisors, Grey, which is
all to the Foundation's benefit.
Look, I'm the last to judge, but
isn't 10 years a long time to get a
PhD? She just seems…scattered.
Precisely why we want her. She has
interests and skills beyond the one
degree her school made her choose.
Another "disappointment" that the
Foundation plucks from academia
with none the wiser.
Fine, what do I know? Just tell me
when they're ready for the talk.
Two weeks or less, mark me. They'll
love it here.
Kliks reaches into a desk drawer and draws out an object.
CLOSE IN as he brings the object to the table top. It is a
metal disk identical to the communications jammer used by the
traitorous Inside Guard. He touches the top and the blue glow
infuses the room. ANGLE ON Kliks as he speaks to Grey.
And now, on to the next order of
ANGLE IN and then PAN IN CLOSE on Grey looking uncomfortable.
INT. SECURITY HALL SITE-76
CLOSE IN on Grey (matching prior scene) as he continues
walking with Guards. REVERSE WIDE ANGLE as the group
approaches the main security desk.
INT. SECURITY DESK SITE-76
WIDE SHOT of the desk, staffed by 4 receptionists interacting
with various Foundation personnel. Grey's group reaches the
desk. LOW SHOT looking up at Grey retrieving his phone, then
OVER THE SHOULDER SHOT as Grey touches his phone to the glass
panel of a desk data station. CLOSE IN on data station
monitor as it shows a headshot of Grey, with the text "Agent
Grey, Simon, Site-19" below, and a Foundation trefoil
switching from blue to green. ANGLE ON the nearest
Welcome back to Site-76, Agent
ANGLE IN on Grey, and we then flash back to…
INT. AGENT GREY'S OFFICE SITE-19 (FLASHBACK)
Grey's office is the antithesis of Kliks' office. It is
spare, messy, piled with papers and files, and reflects
someone who is rarely there and does not care.
First ANGLE IN on Grey looking down, then WIDE SHOT of Grey
packing his messenger bag with some papers and personal
items. His desk computer terminal (the only object on his
desk apart from stacks of papers, and he has no conference
table) sounds a notification, and he turns to address it.
OVER THE SHOULDER SHOT of Grey answering the call. His
monitor shows a live feed of COMMANDER YOO YOON-HEE (CMDR
YOO), headshot only. Below the headshot is the text: "Cmdr.
Yoo, Yoon-Hee, Site-76".
Cmdr Yoo is in her 40s and is Chief of Security for Site-76.
Starting from the bottom, she has only accepted promotion as
long as she could stay "in the action," and routinely leads
the fight alongside her troops. She is brave to the point of
foolhardiness, much to the consternation of her superiors.
But as a result, she inspires great loyalty in her troops.
She is simultaneously charismatic and enigmatic, a source of
much knowledge that goes nowhere.
We see various Guard activity behind Cmdr Yoo, suggesting she
is at work making this call.
ANGLE IN on Cmdr Yoo and Grey in turn.
(warmly) Hello, Agent Grey. Are you
(surprised) Commander! This is a
surprise, a good one. Why the call?
We look forward to seeing you in
person when you pick up our new
Oh, I figured I'd just get them and
go. I arrive very early tomorrow,
no need to go out of your way.
Whatever your plans, Agent, I need
to see you before you depart.
Please contact me.
Of course, Commander. Is there
anything I should know?
Just make sure to look me up. And
safe travels, Agent.
Monitor restores to its neutral state, and we pan back to
CLOSE IN on Grey, and then…
INT. SECURITY DESK SITE-76
CLOSE IN on Grey back at the security desk. ANGLE IN on
Receptionist, then Grey.
Drs. Soren and Mahto are waiting
for you in Conference Room 23. Your
escort will take you there. (pause)
(noticing) Ah, thank you. Guards,
WIDE SHOT FROM REAR as Grey and Guards head towards one of
the many corridors. FIX SHOT as they leave, and then…
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM 23
Room is small and sterile with a table, a few chairs, and a
few fixtures for running meetings. The desk contains a
standard Foundation data station. On the wall is a
touchscreen, with a predominant red eye optical interface.
This screen displays the Foundation trefoil in blue along
with some text. In the background we see four travel bags.
ANGLE ON door opening. Grey enters holding a Foundation
touchpad, with GUARD #1 holding door, then closing it behind
(to room) Doctors? I'm Agent Simon
Grey, from Site-19.
Shot CUTS TO DR. NILS SOREN and DR. JAGRUTI MAHTO, standing
behind the table.
Dr. Soren is 29, a surgeon and biochemist of great promise.
Having just completed his residency, he had a pick of plum
surgical posts, but has been recruited to join the
Foundation's Xenobiology Division, with the goal of advancing
anomalous autopsy and exploratory surgery. He has had several
meetings with the Foundation and is confident as to what he
is signing on for. He had the steadiest hands and most
precise technique of his class. He is wearing a conservative
Dr. Mahto is 26, fresh out of university after 10 years,
though as a prodigy she entered at age 16. She is already
wearing a Foundation issue white lab coat (black trefoil on
the left breast), which covers a colorful shalwar kameez. Dr.
Mahto is a brilliant researcher and scientist across multiple
disciplines, but has only recently been recruited to the
Foundation and does not fully understand what she has signed
ANGLE ON Grey, Soren, and Mahto in turn. Grey approaches the
table on the other side.
Dr. Nils Soren, pleasure to meet
you, Agent Grey. (extends hand,
I also, but please, call me
I call all the researchers Doctor.
Easier that way.
Well, if it is all right with you,
Agent Grey, I would like to call
you Simon. I hate all that macho
Fine with me, Doc, though the
Foundation IS a macho surname kind
(glances at Mahto) Doctor is fine
with me, Agent.
Me too! Please, sit.
They all sit at the table.
Simon, Theo consistently referred
to you as "Special" Agent Grey.
(chuckling) You've met Kliks? No
one calls Kliks Theo, by the way.
(looks down at pad) Anyway, that's
a joke, a dumb one at my expense.
(flatly) I see. (Dr. Soren looks
(looks up one more item on
touchpad, then settles in) OK. I'm
here to make sure you're making the
right decision. The Foundation is
like a roach motel: deciding you
made a mistake later is hard to
undo. The amnestics involved are
CUT TO Soren and Mahto glancing at one another, then back to
So I only have one question for
you, same one I have for all new
researchers: Why? Why the
Foundation? I mean, both of you
must have had a ton of other
That's right, Agent. I still have a
position available at Mayo if I
want it. But I've always wanted to
be the first to do anything, and
the opportunity to pioneer
anomalous surgical techniques is
hard to pass up. (glances at Mahto)
Plus, the Foundation sounds like it
has some great perks.
(pause) That is not so true of me,
Simon. The usual positions I would
pursue require that I focus on a
My Foundation recruiter said that I
would be able to indulge all of my
areas of interest. That the
Foundation has ongoing research in
both Hyperdimensional Quantum
Mechanics AND Computational
Linguistics is a dream come true.
Ah, yeah. I can imagine. (he cannot
imagine) But it's all in the
service of the Foundation. You both
get that, right?
Mahto starts to answer, but Soren interrupts.
Yes, of course, Agent. We're
securing and containing anomalous
phenomenon. Our research should
further that effort and aid in the
protection of humanity.
(pause, cynically) Right, but are
you sure you get what that means?
The anomalous world is not just
some book of monsters and magic
items from a role-playing game.
It's a lot weirder than that. You
A loud klaxon sounds. CLOSE SHOT on wall touchscreen that is
now flashing red, and the words "Containment Breach" surround
the trefoil. Inside the center of the trefoil is a letter K,
indicating that the breach is a Keter class anomaly, the most
severe class, above both Safe and Euclid (medium risk). A
Keter breach is both rare and extremely dangerous.
WIDE SHOT of Grey, Soren, and Mahto reacting.
breach…and it's Keter!
Keter? (stands) Are we in danger?
(stands, intrigued) An actual
anomaly is breaching containment?
(stands) Don't know. (thinking)
God, what's Keter in this place?
(to Soren and Mahto) We have to get
you both to a safe room. (takes Dr.
Mahto's arm) Leave your stuff, and
do exactly what I say. Let's go!
INT. OUTSIDE OF CONFERENCE ROOM 23-DOOR
Door opens, and Grey cautiously looks both directions before
helping Drs. Soren and Mahto out. All then head left down the
MOVING SHOT of front of Grey, Soren, and Mahto making their
way down the corridor. Some other personnel pass in both
directions. REVERSE ANGLE shot shows 3 GUARDS approaching.
They signal for the trio to stop. ANGLE ON Guards and Grey
Sir, are you Agent Grey?
Sir, Agent Kliksofakus needs you at
the breach site ASAP.
What? Why, what breached?
SCP-140, sir, Keter Wing 2. (NOTE:
140 is always pronounced "one-four
oh" whenever it occurs)
(ashen, with horror) How did 140
I don't even know what it is, sir,
just need to get you there.
(pause) Alright, one of you get
these two to a safe location.
No time, sir, you all need to come
with us now!
Guard, these are green hires. They
can't be exposed to a Keter breach!
(excited) Agent, let's go! We can't
hold you up.
(concerned) We will be fine, Simon.
Now! Move it, please!
The Guards escort the trio back in the direction from whence
they came, shot FOLLOWING FROM THE REAR.
INT. NEAR SCP-140 CONTAINMENT CELL
MOVING SHOT of Grey, Soren, Mahto, and Guards approaching.
They then stop short. REVERSE ANGLE shows 2 Guards positioned
around a containment cell door to the left. Two Guards are
prone on the floor nearby, apparently dead by snapped necks.
In front of door, but with some space, Kliks and Cmdr Yoo are
flanked by 4 Guards.
Cmdr Yoo wears a Foundation ballistic martial arts suit,
similar to a ninja's traditional garment. She is
conspicuously armed with a holstered machine pistol, a long
blade strapped to her leg, and a short riot baton dangling
from her belt. Kliks wears a different suit from the
flashback but is otherwise similarly attired.
ANGLE IN on Kliks and Cmdr Yoo as they draw their sidearms.
CUT BACK to Grey's group, ANGLE ON Grey but WIDE SHOT.
Kliks! No weapons! No bloodshed!
ANGLE ON Kliks and Cmdr Yoo, who both hand their sidearms to
Way ahead of you, Grey.
The situation is under control,
Kliks and Cmdr Yoo hand off their blades next. We also see
Guards slinging rifles. Two of the 3 Guards minding Grey's
group enter the room with the other Guards. Grey's group is,
from left to right, Mahto, Grey, Guard, and Soren.
ANGLE ON Cmdr Yoo as she removes her riot stick from her
belt, which immediately extends to a full jo stick. Cmdr Yoo
twirls the jo stick in her hands, suggesting great expertise.
CMDR YOO (CONT'D)
Guards, prepare for assault!
WIDER SHOT on Guards establishing perimeter, readying combat
positions. ANGLE ON two Guards flanking containment door, as
GUARD #3 prepares to bypass the lock. To the right of door is
another touchscreen, but this one is more elaborate as is
required for Keter containment. Guard #3 is working this set
Ready to bypass lock, sir!
ANGLE ON Kliks and Cmdr Yoo, in combat stance.
ANGLE ON door as Guard #3 keys in sequence. SOUND of a latch
opening as the door swings inward into the cell.
ANGLE ON Kliks, Cmdr Yoo, and flanking Guards leaning in to
see what is in the cell.
SHOT PANS to door and MOVES INTO cell to focus on an
anomalous humanoid holding a curved knife…
CUT TO BLACK
INT. CONTAINMENT CELL OF SCP-140
ANGLE ON the inside of the cell through the door. The
anomalous humanoid holding the curved knife, our former
Gloved D-Class, is a SARKITE, a member of the Sarkic Cults,
one of many Groups of Interest (GoI) that compete/cooperate
with the Foundation as they navigate the anomalous world. The
Sarkic Cults are characterized by worship of power over
ethics, and strength through adversity, amongst other,
The Sarkite is of ambiguous sex, wears minimal clothing, and
is covered in tattoos. It also appears to have several
pustules and lesions, as Sarkites venerate disease. It is
this Sarkite that caused the breach of SCP-140. It may be
possible to see the Sarkite's discarded armor, as well as a
mask resembling a mannequin's face, on the floor.
Almost immediately, the Sarkite crouches and then leaps out
of the chamber in the manner of a large cat.
INT. OUTSIDE CONTAINMENT CELL OF SCP-140
CUT TO CMDR YOO, who collapses her jo stick back to a baton.
SHOT TRACKS as she then executes a cartwheel and backflip
towards the Sarkite so as to leap facing up.
SLOW MOTION PROFILE SHOT of the Sarkite hovering face down
over Cmdr Yoo mid-air, with Cmdr Yoo facing up. Cmdr Yoo
extends her jo stick again, and twists her body to bring it
in contact with the Sarkite's knife just before it strikes
SHOT TO REALTIME FOLLOWING as the knife hurls towards KLIKS,
who catches the knife and guides it into the wall. CUT BACK
to Sarkite and Cmdr Yoo, who each land on their feet, but
interchanged relative to their starting positions.
ANGLE ON Sarkite who immediately leaps into the air. CUT TO
Dr. Soren, as the Sarkite lands behind him. Sarkite reaches
across Soren's chest with left arm and grabs Soren's upper
right arm with its right hand. As the Sarkite hisses in
Soren's face, it breaks Soren's arm viciously, as a jagged
bone pierces the skin just below Soren's right shoulder.
CLOSE SHOT of blood oozing from the wound and falling to the
Soren screams in pain and terror. Mahto lets out a brief
shriek but maintains her composure better than Soren.
Grey instinctively pushes Mahto away from the Sarkite. Quick
CUT TO Kliks, then Cmdr Yoo reacting with great concern.
ANGLE ON Cmdr Yoo, as she begins running towards Soren and
Code Triad! I'll get him out!
Guard, follow me!
FAST CUT TO Kliks as he reaches into his breast pocket.
TRACKING SHOT as Cmdr Yoo leaps at Soren, literally forcing
him out of the Sarkite's grasp as they both tumble to the
floor some meters away. The attending Guard sprints towards
them. Soren shrieks even louder. Cmdr Yoo continues to move
Soren further down the hall, helped by Guard.
The Sarkite quickly recovers. ANGLE ON 3 Guards converging on
Sarkite, who simultaneously fire Tasers at the Sarkite. ANGLE
ON Sarkite experiencing some pain, but not enough to
incapacitate it. Sarkite grabs one of the Taser lines and
pulls the Guard in. Once Guard is close enough, the Sarkite
snaps his neck.
ANGLE ON Grey and Mahto huddling in a corner, then CLOSE IN
on Mahto as she notices something. CUT TO spot on floor where
Soren's blood fell, as we see it vaporize rapidly, seemingly
wafting towards SCP-140's containment cell. CUT BACK TO Mahto
observing in bewilderment and Grey. Grey looks frustrated.
ANGLE ON 2 more Guards who converge on Sarkite and Taser it.
Sarkite is weakening but still active. CLOSE IN on Kliks, who
is now wearing a compact face mask, and converges on the
Sarkite sees Kliks and staggers to its feet, as the Guards
attempt to keep their feet with varying degrees of success.
Sarkite lunges at Kliks, but Kliks is ready. Kliks spins
around and leg sweeps the Sarkite, sending it sprawling.
Kliks becomes entangled in the Taser lines, and is just
barely able to activate the tranquilizer grenade he throws in
the Sarkite's face. Sarkite falls unconscious, but Kliks is
still entangled. Two of the Guards fall unconscious from the
ANGLE ON Grey as he assesses the situation, then ANGLE ON
main area as Grey and other Guards free Guards and Kliks from
the Taser lines, turning them off and dispersing gas in the
process. One of the Guards that fell unconscious is dead from
head trauma. Kliks looks up at Grey ambiguously.
VARIOUS SHOTS of the Guards (7 left) mopping up: helping
comrades and Soren, securing the Sarkite, piling bodies (4
total) on a removal cart, etc. WIDE SHOT on Cmdr Yoo in the
midst of the activity, nursing her left arm, ZOOM IN as she
OK, people, I have to monitor the
lockdown. Lt. Quinn, you have the
duty. And kill the alarm.
Yes, sir! Let's move it, my
friends! Corporal, call in the 2nd
Team to secure the area.
Agent Kliks. Do you have the
situation under control? All the
way under control?
(seriously) No question, Commander.
ANGLE ON Dr. Mahto as she walks towards Cmdr Yoo.
Yoon-hee, will Nils be all right?
He's hurt, Jagruti. We're doing
what we can. But containing the
breach is the priority right now.
Cmdr Yoo leaves with 2 Guards. After a moment, the klaxon
ceases in the immediate area, though it is still heard off in
the distance. Six (6) more Guards (2nd Team) enter.
CUT TO Kliks approaching the Guards securing the Sarkite.
Get the Sarkite on its feet.
Four Guards heave the unconscious Sarkite to its feet, two
each grabbing arms/legs.
Kliks picks up one of the Sarkite's hands (CLOSE SHOT), and
notices a long knife cut across the palm which is already in
the early stages of forming a scar. He glances back at the
knife in the wall (CLOSE SHOT) and we see no trace of blood.
Where did the blood go?
Kliks removes a small metal cylinder from his breast pocket
(CLOSE SHOT), and (OVER SHOULDER) uses it to spray something
in the Sarkite's face. The Sarkite immediately comes to,
coughing and sputtering, and still weak. The Guards
straighten up the Sarkite as Kliks moves closer. ANGLE ON
each in turn.
You cannot stop it. We will remake
You couldn't remake my bed. Why do
you even want them here? They'd
exterminate your kind without a
They are a worthy enemy. The
battles would be epic. Unlike you
pathetic weaklings. Their world is
preferred to yours.
You mean the pathetic weaklings who
just owned you? Who else is here?
Fourteen to one. I'm SO impressed
by you healthy ones. And I got what
I wanted regardless. You know you
will get nothing.
Not now, perhaps. But it's another
story once the Church of the Broken
God gets their claws on you. I
can't wait to make that trade. I'll
be there personally. All that metal
The Sarkite looks noticeably less cocky, but not afraid.
Guards, get this plague dog out of
Two more Guards join the four holding the Sarkite and all
begin leaving the area. ANGLE ON Kliks as he watches them
leave. CUT TO Grey and Mahto, who converse quietly. Mahto is
Simon, the Church of the Broken
God? What is all this? Is the
Foundation in some kind of
Groups of Interest. Can't go into
it right now.
So the…Sarkite, that wasn't the
What? No, the Sarkite caused the
breach. 140 is in that cell.
(confused) But why would it want
the SCP? I thought we were
protecting humanity by containing
Competition, Doctor. We're not the
only game in town. You may be a
recruiting target some day.
ANGLE ON Lt. Quinn and Kliks approaching Grey and Mahto.
I have to continue mopping up and
securing the perimeter. Kliks,
you'll keep us apprised?
Lt. Quinn and 3 Guards leave, leaving 8 Guards in the area
outside the cell. 2 of these Guards flank the cell door, and
2 are attending Grey and Mahto. ANGLE ON Kliks who joins Grey
Grey, I need to start working my
network. You have to go in there
and re-contain 140.
(disbelieving) Me? I don't work
here. Where's Dr. Killman, or the
current junior on 140?
(pause) Both Killman and Rodriguez
are offsite today. (snide) And once
again, you show up as the backup on
yet another "skip" you shouldn't be
BOTH of them are away? Kliks…
(angrily) Yes, it's sabotage, I
know! That's why I have to start
This is your fault, isn't it! You-
(before Kliks can respond) Stop it!
Clearly there is work to do.
(regains composure) You're right,
Doc. (beat) And I'm going to need
MOVING SHOT of Grey walking to a wall touchscreen, similar to
the others. The Foundation trefoil continues to flash red.
Mahto and Kliks follow along with one Guard. Grey touches the
eye, and the trefoil is replaced with the word "Ready".
What are you doing?
Doctor, I know we're way in the
deep end, but please, stay with us.
Kliks, we need to give Dr. Mahto
documentation rights for 140. You
can second, yes?
Of course, it's you who shouldn't
Not now. Let's just get this done.
(touches the eye again, speaking to
panel) Recognize Agent Grey, Simon.
(name appears on screen and an
acknowledgement chime sounds).
(to panel) Recognize Agent
Kliksofakus, Theo. (similar)
(to Mahto) Now you, Doc.
(hesitating, to panel)
(to panel) Request documentation
access to SCP-140 for Dr. Mahto,
Jagruti, authorization Gamma-4.
(to panel) Concur, authorization
Documentation access to SCP-140
granted to Dr. Mahto, Jagruti,
effective immediately. (flashing
(to Guard) Guard, escort Dr. Mahto
to the Archives. (to Mahto) Doc,
you need to ask the Librarian for
the last known good hardcopy backup
of SCP-140. You got that?
Last known good hardcopy backup,
Good. Guard, on the double.
Yes, Agent. Let's go, Doctor.
ANGLE ON Grey and Kliks as they watch Dr. Mahto and Guard
depart. Grey turns back to Kliks.
So, what did you fuck up this time?
INT. CORRIDOR HEADING TO ARCHIVES
Mahto and Guard are walking briskly. SHOT FOLLOWS them as
they navigate towards the Archives.
Is it always this chaotic around
No, ma'am, we haven't had a breach
in months, and I can't remember the
last time a Keter breached.
NEW SHOT rounding a corner.
But what is SCP-140?
Above my pay grade, ma'am. And I'm
not paid to ask questions.
INT. SITE-76 ARCHIVES
The Archives are an opening in the wall with a counter. Rows
and rows of shelves are visible through the opening,
containing many files and objects. A bored looking LIBRARIAN
is reading a book behind the counter. Mahto and Guard reach
I need the last known good hardcopy
backup for SCP-140.
I, I don't know what to do.
Your smartwatch, ma'am, touch it to
Guard gestures to a touch panel on the counter. Dr. Mahto
touches her wrist to the panel. Some text appears, and is
then replaced with the green trefoil.
(voice only) Authorized.
Was wondering when someone was
going to pick this up.
Librarian reaches under counter with no sense of urgency, and
retrieves a large hardback book, dropping it on the counter.
CUT TO CLOSE SHOT of book on the counter. It is a modern
book, and engraved on the cover is the title "A Chronicle of
CLOSE UP on Mahto, then ANGLE ON speaker in turn.
(confused) Is that a copy of 140's
(flatly) That's the partial backup
of SCP-140 that you asked for.
SCP-140…is a book? A Keter book?
We have to get this back, Doctor.
On the double, please!
Dr. Mahto picks up the book and the Guard gently but firmly
urges her into the corridor, SHOT FOLLOWS them down the hall
as they round a corner.
INT. OUTSIDE CONTAINMENT CELL OF SCP-140
Slow ARC SHOT FULL CIRCLE around Grey and Kliks as they
speak, getting increasingly agitated. Kliks screwed up this
containment somehow, and Grey knows it.
What are you suggesting? I have no
idea how this happened, but I'll
find out, of that you can be
Did one of your double agents turn
triple? It's happened before.
Way ahead of you, Special Agent.
We've already found two traitors
that helped the Sarkite. Two DEAD
traitors, so not even clear they
actually turned. Dupes, perhaps.
Who cares, Kliks? Of course we get
breaches with you in charge.
Please. If you had a clue about
actual field work, you'd wet
yourself. There are tradeoffs.
MY field work's had zero deaths.
It's all catching up with you,
Just wait until you have to kill a
few civilians to clinch a mission.
Then lecture me about your field
CLOSE IN on Grey's face, then FLASHBACK TO an unknown older
Agent being shot while a younger Agent Grey looks on in
horror. FADE TO CLOSE IN on Agent Grey's face, and then
resume ARC SHOT.
And you're changing the subject! I
want to know why you're on this
"skip" at all. There's no reason
you should have any clearance on
140, let alone be a backup
(distressed) Why are you
complaining about something that
just bailed you out? Or do you want
to waste time finding someone else?
Do not tempt me. Using you is pure
expediency. Anyone else would be
preferable right now.
Maybe I'm better at my job than you
think? Is that possible?
Keep telling yourself that,
"Special" Agent! Without that
anomaly detector in your head, you
couldn't shine my shoes.
(penny drops, slowly) I know what
this is. (faster) Our project's
gone pear-shaped, right?
(furiously) I knew it was a bad
(coldly) Without admitting
anything, what's our alternative?
You KNOW we need access. You KNOW
there's no hope otherwise. That
Sarkite was right…it's only a
matter of time.
No, it's not worth it. What
ARC SHOT ends on Dr. Mahto and Guard as they enter,
interrupting this fight. ANGLE ON speaker in turn.
(handing over book to Grey) Here
you are, Simon. But, how can a book
be Keter? What are the Daevas? I'm
Not now, Doctor, it has to wait.
Guard, escort Dr. Mahto to the
nearest safe room.
Doctor, Grey's right for once, we
have a lot to do, and we still
don't know if this breach is locked
down. Please go.
I'll get you up to speed when it's
over, I promise. Guard?
Let's go, Doctor.
Dr. Mahto scowls, then leaves with the Guard.
(to Grey, calmer) How many guards
do you want?
Leave four. (beat) When do we call
in the Diggers?
Depends upon what you find. I'll at
least notify the dig site.
Geezus, what did it do this time?
Well, the Foundation is still here,
yes? I think we're still a secret.
It can't be that bad yet.
Maybe, but Zeta-9?
The Diggers know the score. We all
do. My network awaits. Guard,
3 of the 7 remaining Guards stand by Kliks' side. They start
to leave, then Kliks turns to Grey.
Seal it up, Special Agent. And
Kliks and Guards leave, SHOT OVER SHOULDER of Grey
Grey looks around the room, then to the Guards.
Two of you, mind the corridors.
(they move immediately) You two,
attend the cell door. Close it
behind me after I enter.
CLOSE SHOT as Grey steels himself. Then SHOT ON cell door as
Grey turns and slowly enters the chamber. Shot CUTS AWAY just
as Grey crosses the threshold.
INT. SITE-76 RECREATION ROOM
Room has a number of tables, chairs, and amusements. Two
dozen or so Foundation personnel are chatting, standing,
sitting, waiting out the lockdown. There are a few Guards
watching the crowd.
Dr. Mahto is wandering around the room surveying the scene.
She notices some side booths labeled "Research Pod", and she
enters an empty one.
INT. RESEARCH POD IN SITE-76 RECREATION ROOM
POV Dr. Mahto. The pod has a small desk and computer
terminal, a standard Foundation data station. The terminal
screen shows the ubiquitous trefoil. ANGLE ON Dr. Mahto as
she sits down in the desk chair.
CLOSE SHOT on panel to the left of the keyboard as Dr. Mahto
touches her smartwatch to it. CLOSE SHOT on computer screen
as trefoil disappears and a Foundation data menu appears,
along with the words "Good Morning, Dr. Mahto". CLOSE SHOT on
Dr, Mahto looking over the screen, then CLOSE SHOT on screen
as Dr. Mahto works the keyboard through some menu options
until she pulls up SCP-140's entry screen. She requests the
Special Containment Procedures for SCP-140. Screen clears and
is replaced with the title page for SCP-140. A photo of SCP
140 is in the upper right corner of the screen. Camera ZOOMS
IN slowly on photo…
CUT TO BLACK
INT. CONTAINMENT CELL OF SCP-140
[Director's Note: This act consists mostly of Agent Grey
sitting at a table, conversing with a computer, and flipping
through pages of a book. The challenge is to give this the
same tension as if Grey were disarming an explosive device.]
The cell is a small room, like a very spare office. It
contains only a single desk with a standard Foundation data
terminal. On a shelf on the desk is the book, SCP-140.
ANGLE ON open door, as GREY enters the room carrying the SCP
140 copy. The copy is twice as thick as the real book. Grey
briefly glances back as the door closes behind him.
CLOSE SHOT of SCP-140, then CLOSE SHOT of Grey, who winces in
pain. An electrical effect is seen around Grey's head, and
unintelligible murmuring is heard. Grey shakes his head
clear, and speaks to the desk.
You're not getting in my head. You
ANGLE ON desk as Grey walks to it and sits down, setting the
copy next to the keyboard on the right. Grey pulls out his
phone and touches it to panel to the keyboard's left (Grey
does not use a smartwatch, unlike the majority of Foundation
personnel). The welcome screen comes up as it did for Mahto.
Enable voice interface.
Voice interface enabled.
The screen clears and "<BEGIN LOG>" is seen at the top. From
this point on, the computer records the conversation in text,
which we will cut to occasionally during the scene.
Recognize Agent Grey, Simon, ready
to commence re-containment of SCP
After a beat, a different female voice responds. This is a
human, not a computer.
Roger, Grey, this is your Control.
How's the cleanup going?
Could be better. Damn Sarkite let
some blood. Let's see how much
damage it did.
Roger that, Grey. Prepare for two
step identification of SCP-140.
Ready to begin identification,
Begin step 1: verify anomalous
Grey takes SCP-140 from the shelf, and holding it in his
hand, he opens the front cover. On the inside front cover is
a bizarre, twisting signature, almost serpentine in nature.
It seems to shimmer, even change shape slightly, as if alive.
Again Grey winces in pain, sees the electrical crackle, hears
the murmurs, and sees a shadowy image of an elderly man. He
slams the cover shut, shakes his head clear, and places SCP
140 back on the shelf.
Check, Control. Signature is
Roger, Grey. Begin step 2: verify
anomalous page count.
Roger, Control. Set timer for 10
A stopwatch graphic appears onscreen. Grey again takes SCP
140 and holds it in both hands.
As the stopwatch ticks down, Grey rifles the pages of SCP
140. It becomes quickly apparent that SCP-140 has far too
many pages to fit inside a book of its size.
Numerous JUMP CUTS between the book, stopwatch, and Grey's
face. Grey whistles at one point while he flips. Finally, the
stopwatch reads zero and a chime sounds. Grey is still
rifling pages with no end in sight. He again slams the book
closed, replaces it on the shelf, and wipes his brow with his
Check, Control. Page count is
Roger, Grey. Control is satisfied
that you possess the genuine SCP
140. Do you concur?
Affirmative, Control. This is the
genuinely horrible SCP-140.
Keep it professional, Agent.
Sorry, Control. It's been a long
Understood. Prepare to re-contain
Roger, Control, ready to begin re
Verify last known good page count.
Grey picks up the archive copy this time, turns the book over
so its back faces up, and opens the back cover, flipping to
the last numbered page. This is not visible to the viewer.
Verifying last known good page
A black bar blocks out Grey's mouth, and a low buzz cuts out
his voice. This is the Foundation AutoDact System, which
automatically censors spoken information based upon clearance
levels. The audience is not cleared on SCP-140 but Control
hears Grey just fine. Grey finishes his sentence:
Check, Grey, page count and
checksum are valid. Verify new
preliminary page count.
Roger, Control. Drumroll please…
Grey puts down the copy and takes SCP-140 from the shelf. He
again flips the book over, opens the back cover, and flips to
Verifying new preliminary page
count as (beat) SHIT!
Mind yourself, Agent!
Sorry, Control. (slower, a bit sing
song) New preliminary page count is-
Count is again censored as before, but Control hears fine.
See, I was right the first time.
(pause) Agent Grey, please await
(concerned) Ah, roger, Control.
Grey hears some cross-talk, occasionally sounding heated.
Is everything OK, Control?
Please hold, Agent!
Grey squirms a bit in his chair as he waits.
(disturbed) Agent Grey, (pause) the
O5 Council has requested additional
(freezes, eyes widen, then slowly)
Well, Control, we better try and do
that, pronto. What do the O's want?
(pause) Please attempt to verify
new preliminary extinction date.
(very concerned) Are you joking,
Control? Have you read this thing?
I don't know what half the words
Understood, Grey, but we have to
Of course, the O's have spoken. But
it won't be quick.
Frustrated, Grey snatches SCP-140 off the shelf, turns to the
back page. Montage of CLOSE SHOTS as Grey pours over pages,
attempting to find the requested information. Because Grey
must read more, there are more instances of SCP-140 trying to
get into Grey's head. We see shadowy images of battles, of
hideous riders on monstrous horses, of mages conducting
terrible rituals, and the elderly figure from before. Grey
becomes noticeably fatigued. Finally, Grey examines a passage
more intently, and seems to calm down a bit.
Grey here, Control. I think I found
the information. And it's not so
bad. I think the new preliminary
extinction date is-(AutoDacted)
(pause) Roger, Grey, that does
sound like good news. Relatively.
Yeah, looks like most of the new
pages are rituals and stuff. The
Daevas didn't live all that much
Roger, Grey. (pause) But we still
can't stop it from happening again.
No, not yet.
(pause) Agent Grey, Control is
satisfied that SCP-140 is back in
preliminary containment. Do you
(pause, quietly) Yeah, I guess so.
(pause, normally) I concur that SCP
140 is back in preliminary
containment. (pause) Recommend we
activate Mobile Task Force Zeta-9.
They've already been notified.
(pause) God help the Grave Diggers.
Or anyone else who can help.
(pause) Requesting permission to
close log on SCP-140.
Permission granted. Be safe, Grey.
Great advice for us all, Control.
The screen dictation finishes with "<END LOG>", and the
trefoil returns, now in green. The breach is closed. Grey
puts SCP-140 back on the shelf, pushes back his chair, rubs
his eyes, and inhales deeply. He rises, picking up the now
obsolete backup copy. ANGLE ON door as Grey approaches, and
keys in a code on the panel to the right. The door clicks
open a crack. Grey pulls the door open, and leaves the cell.
INT. OUTSIDE CONTAINMENT CELL OF SCP-140
CLOSE SHOT of Grey emerging from doorway. He stops with an
expression of surprise. REVERSE POV Grey reveals DR. MAHTO
standing outside the doorway, with a very concerned look.
Doc! How, how long have you been
Not long, the lockdown ended 5
minutes ago. I came here straight
away. (takes a step towards Grey)
Simon, I have been studying SCP
140. My God, Simon, I had no
Not in front of the guards. Let's
find a conference room.
INT. NEARBY SITE-76 CONFERENCE ROOM
ANGLE ON Dr. Mahto bursting through the door, followed more
slowly by Grey. Dr. Mahto is agitated and paces throughout
Simon, you told me, told us, that
the anomalous world was not just
some collection of monsters and
magic items from a role playing
game. But I realize now that I had
no idea what else there could be. I
had no idea that anything like SCP
140 was even possible.
Well, technically, 140 is one hell
of a magic item that can bring
forth one hell of a horde of
But Simon…am I understanding this
correctly? SCP-140 is re-writing
Trying to rewrite history. I don't
fully understand it. Something
But yeah, every time it gets close
to anything that looks like ink.
So that Sarkite…was it…
It was ritually cutting itself.
Blood is the best ink of all. God,
that sounds like a schlock horror
movie, doesn't it? Good that those
Sarkic rituals drag out forever.
Could have been a lot worse.
(pause) Could have been better,
(subdued) That's what I saw. Nil's
Yeah. I saw that, too.
(indignant) His life is over,
Simon. The Foundation have all but
Dr. Soren isn't dead. The
Foundation will take care of him.
(pause) But he'll get the
unpleasant amnestics. I'm sorry.
(holding back tears) Just don't.
(long pause) Why would that Sarkite
want to activate 140? Doesn't it
realize what would happen?
They're counting on it! The Sarkic
Cults would like nothing better
than to bring the Daevas into
today. Better than a world of us
weak normals. In a fair fight, my
money's on the Daevas, that's how
crazy the Sarkites are.
(recovering) Yes, from what I have
read, the Daevas sound like Aztecs
or Mongols with magical powers! It
is madness that anyone would want
such a race to exist today.
Now, Dr. Killman was very clear
that…thaumaturgy?…is not magic.
"Miracle working," I think he said.
But yeah, that plus the cannibalism
and ritual sacrifices sounds pretty
bad. Except to the Sarkites. They
would love that shit. "Will to
power," they call it. The Daevas
alive today would be heaven on
earth for them, even if it's a war
(realizing) So every time it
happens, a 140 breach, the Daevas
live for longer. Prior military
defeats become setbacks, and
eventually victories. How far have
they advanced this time?
Sorry, Doc, you may have
documentation access, but those
details are top secret. As Kliks
never gets tired of saying, it's
amazing I get to know.
Dr. Mahto sits down in a conference chair, a bit calmer.
Simon, is everything done for now?
Until the next breach, that is?
Grey sits next to Dr. Mahto.
No, it's not. (pause) I don't know
if you read this far, but
sometimes, (pause) 140 expands on
its own. No blood, no ink, no
nothing. It just gets longer.
That's why it's Keter. If it always
required ink to expand, it might be
(with some horror) Then…we are
not safe at all. (pause) 140 is not
actually contained! It is only a
matter of time.
And once it expands enough, we get
a CK-Class Reality Restructuring
scenario. We all bow down to the
Daevas and their witch-king, or
whatever it is.
And the worst part is that the
Foundation is exposed to the world.
(disbelief) How can that be the
worst part, Simon? What about all
the lives that would be lost? The
horrible impact on humanity?
(serious, slowly) Doctor, nothing,
and I mean nothing, is worse than
an LV-Class Lifted Veil scenario.
The world can't function unless the
Foundation remains a secret. You
have to believe that if you want to
(resigned) It seems hopeless,
Simon. I had no idea what the
Foundation was doing. I did not
understand at all.
Doctor. Someday, you might figure
out why the expansions happen.
Maybe you'll figure out how to stop
How would I ever do that, Simon?
(pause) Beats me, Doc. I don't
understand anything about your
work. But I know it's why you're
here. Why we're all here. (long
pause) There's one other thing
about this breach that's not done.
What is that?
When the Daevas live for longer,
they leave behind more artifacts.
Graves. The Foundation has
archeologists onsite at Daeva digs.
Yesterday, those sites were dug up
and empty. But today, the Daevas
have lived for longer.
And so the Foundation is going to
have to look at those sites again.
And when they do…
Oh my Lord, Simon, you mean, those
sites will have…new artifacts in
And don't forget: thaumaturgy!
Cannibalism! You can't just start
So what does the Foundation do?
CLOSE SHOT on Grey.
(beat) We send in the Grave
CUT TO BLACK
EXT. FOUNDATION ARCHEOLOGICAL SITE, SOMEWHERE IN NORTHERN
The entirety of this act is shot with a handheld camera.
SHOT on an expansive, modern archeological site. The site is
peopled with workers, guards, and researchers. As it is
evening, activity is light. A few vehicles are seen entering
and leaving. The land is both mountainous and green. The site
itself is near the bottom of a valley with a small lake.
Screen shows two-line caption: "Foundation Archeological
Site"; "Somewhere in Northern Pakistan"
Camera PANS IN towards a research tent, then:
INT. RESEARCH TENT ON ARCHEOLOGICAL SITE
Tent is supplied with a variety of high-tech equipment. A few
GUARDS are present. DR. JAFARI oversees 3 ASSISTANTS, one of
which is operating communications equipment. This COMM
OPERATOR looks rather bored as he listens with earphones.
ANGLE ON Comm Operator as a red light flashes on his console.
The setup is a field version of the Foundation workstation we
have now seen many times. He noticeably perks up. The
following conversation is in Urdu with English subtitles.
(in Urdu) Doctor, incoming coded
message. Foundation priority one.
Dr. Jafari comes to stand behind Comm Operator
(in Urdu) Priority one? Something
(in Urdu) Nothing else, Doctor.
They are requesting credentials.
(in Urdu) One moment…
ANGLE ON Dr. Jafari tapping on his smartwatch, then CLOSE
SHOT of smartwatch touching the panel to the left of Comm
Operator's keyboard. The green trefoil appears surrounded by
(in Urdu) (pause) Acknowledged,
receiving message. (pause) Doctor,
message is eyes-only, at your
(in Urdu, concerned) Eyes-only?
What is this?
MOVING SHOT as Dr. Jafari moves to another station. SHOT over
back of station to look at Dr. Jafari's face. As Dr. Jafari
completes the login, a red light from his screen flashes,
reflecting off his face. Dr. Jafari's eyes widen, and he
abruptly shuts off the console.
Dr. Jafari gets up and hurriedly exits the tent. SHOT TRACKS
until exit, ends on WIDE SHOT of personnel in tent. Tensions
are higher. A Guard approached the Comm Operator. ANGLE ON
(in Urdu) Yasir, what do you think
that was about?
(in Urdu) I don't know. It was a
priority one message, and (pause)
(in Urdu) What? Tell me!
(in Urdu) No, no not again!
EXT. FOUNDATION ARCHEOLOGICAL SITE
WIDE SHOT of Dr. Jafari running towards another tent, then
TIGHTEN SHOT on Dr. Jafari, FOLLOWING as Dr. Jafari enters…
INT. COMMAND TENT OF ARCHEOLOGICAL SITE
ANGLE ON Dr. Jafari as he enters the tent. Conversation is
now in English.
WIDE SHOT on tent interior, which is similar to the research
tent, except it has more personnel, all of whom are military.
CAPTAIN GOOD is the site security commander, an Australian in
her 40s. She is talking to 2 Guards. The atmosphere is very
tense. She turns to Dr. Jafari. ANGLE ON Captain Good.
Good evening, Ibrahim. It looks
like you got the word.
I cannot believe it! A breach at
Those bloody Sarkites never stop,
do they? You and your team need to
bug out to the emergency camp, at
least until we get this thing
Captain, I'd like to observe, if I
Negative, Doctor. You know what
happened last time.
Yes, but we learned from that
event. I can learn more. I have to
risk it. Please grant this request.
OVER SHOULDER of Dr. Jafari as Captain Good approaches.
To be frank, it's not up to me,
Ibrahim. My company is day-to-day
security. Zeta-9 should be here
imminently. It's their call.
ANGLE ON COMM OPERATOR #2 behind Captain Good towards rear of
COMM OPERATOR #2
Captain, Zeta-9 is reporting one
Acknowledged. Doctor, come with me.
Guards, attend us!
EXT. OUTSIDE COMMAND TENT
WIDE SHOT on Captain Good, Dr. Jafari, and 4 Guards exiting
the tent. Activity has noticeably picked up, with personnel
boarding vehicles to depart. There is still some sunlight.
ANGLE ON Captain Good as she scans Western horizon with field
glasses. She stops and points.
Here they come! Guards, escort us
to the landing pad!
EXT. WESTERN HORIZON
Against the setting sun and riot of colors, we see three
helicopters approaching the site. Two are gunships, and one
is a large troop transport. Across the screen we see the
following two lines of text: "Foundation Mobile Task Force
Zeta-9, C Troop"; "aka 'The Grave Diggers'".
EXT. LANDING PAD
WIDE SHOT of Captain Good's party (including 4 Guards)
reaching the edge of the landing pad as the Zeta-9 copters
land. ANGLE ON troop transport as its main hatch opens. Zeta
9 COMMANDOS pour out. Last to exit is MAJOR STANTON, a brash
American in his 50s, who walks towards Captain Good. Salutes
are exchanged. ANGLE ON speakers in turn.
How goes the evac, Good?
Should be done in 10, sir.
Too slow, Captain. My Diggers will
be in position in 5.
So soon? Don't you need more time
This is a breach, Captain.
Threatens a CK. Got to seal up
these ugly sorcerers. (notices Dr.
Jafari) Why is this civilian still
here, Captain Good?
Major, I am the lead researcher
here. I would like to observe the
(laughs) What's that, Doctor? You
say you want to watch your ass turn
(not quite understanding) I'm, I'm
sorry, but I need to stay. Please
I'm sorry you don't understand my
colorful expressions, Doctor. Let
me be plain. Some of my Diggers are
going to die today. They know it, I
know it. No way we get out
unscathed. Why will you?
There is no guarantee that
something dangerous happens this
Then why do you want to stay,
Doctor? Isn't that what you want to
see? Anyway, I don't have the
luxury to contemplate that
possibility. More people could die
(pause) I still need to try. To see
something living from the past, if
it happens…it is worth the risk.
(impressed) Very well, Doctor. You
can sit up front of the troop
transport with Jacobs. Give you a
nice view. Hope we meet again on
the other side. Good, clear the
rest of your team out in 5.
Salutes, then Major Stanton leaves to join his Commandos.
ANGLE ON Captain Good and Dr. Jafari talking.
I'll send two guards with you.
Is there any point to that?
It will make me feel better.
Thank you, Captain.
(pause, in Urdu) Until we meet
(in Urdu) Yes, until we meet again.
WIDE SHOT of Dr. Jafari being escorted to troop transport
with 2 Guards, while Commandos get into position around one
of the main digs. Captain Good's vehicle is the last to
WIDE SHOT on landing pad, as the two gunships take off again.
Camera TRACKS them as they maneuver into position over the
dig on either side. Commandos have set up 2 heavy machinegun
stands, and the remaining solders are dispersed around the
perimeter. ANGLE ON two Commandos in position.
Corporal, I feel worse than usual.
Good instincts, Private. This is
going to be bad. If we're lucky.
INT. TROOP TRANSPORT HELICOPTER
CLOSE SHOT of Dr. Jafari in the helicopter, with lights
dancing on his face. REVERSE OVER SHOULDER shot looking out
at the dig as the Commandos ready their positions.
INT. COMMAND GUNSHIP
ANGLE ON Major Stanton and his PILOT, overseeing the action.
As he speaks, various CUTS TO Commandos listening over their
headsets and reacting.
OK you ghouls! (CUT) You aren't in
Zeta-9 because you play it safe.
(CUT) You knew this day would come.
(CUT) And you're ready to do what
you trained to do. (CUT) Get hot,
prepare assault positions. (CUT
back to CLOSE SHOT of Major
Stanton). Prepare to blow in 10.
EXT. DIG SITE
ANGLE ON 2 ENGINEERS setting detonation charges at the bottom
of the dig. From the non-command gunship we hear a countdown
over a megaphone:
Nine, eight, seven…
Engineers clear out of the dig and take positions at the
Six, five, four…
Various CUTS TO Commandos readying their positions.
ANGLE ON Dr. Jafari through the windscreen, making notes and
ANGLE ON Captain Good looking pensive as her vehicle speeds
CLOSE SHOT of Major Stanton.
WIDE SHOT of entire scene.
ANGLE ON explosion at the center of the dig. Several CUTS TO
Commandos cautiously straining to look at the aftermath. In
the last of these, a Commando is suddenly grabbed by an
enormous pseudopod and dragged offscreen.
WIDE SHOT of explosion site, where we now seen a large
amoeboid creature, shimmering with many colors, reaching out
with multiple tentacles. Covering the mass, we see what look
like smaller protrusions that are roughly shaped like human
appendages, including heads, that only last for a moment
before collapsing back into the mass.
What follows is a firefight where more and more Commandos are
pulled into the mass. At the climax, a very large appendage
flings itself towards the command gunship.
CLOSE SHOT of Major Stanton
Code Red, repeat, Code Red! Fire
EXT. COMMAND GUNSHIP
Appendage envelopes command gunship and begins pulling it
into the central mass.
INT. TROOP TRANSPORT HELICOPTER
OVER SHOULDER shot of Dr. Jafari watching this attack, then
REVERSE SHOT on Dr. Jafari and JACOBS in cockpit.
Shit! Major called Code Red! We
have to get out of here!
What's Code Red?
We're blasting the site!
What? No! Why would they-
It's gone, Doc, they're gone, and
no guarantees for us!
EXT. TROOP TRANSPORT HELICOPTER
Helicopter starts to take off, but as it starts to turn away,
we CUT TO:
EXT. COMMANDO POSITION
Two Commandos with a large backpack run towards the center of
the dig. As a tentacle lunges for them, they trigger the
backpack, which is an SADM explosive. As the explosion
begins, CUT BACK TO:
EXT. TROOP TRANSPORT HELICOPTER
Where we see the explosion rapidly overtake the troop
transport. Dr. Jafari bows his head and rocks back and forth.
The explosion envelopes the transport. CUT BACK TO:
EXT. DIG SITE
WIDE SHOT of the site, where the explosion rises into the
air. As the scene starts to fade out, we hear Captain Good in
CAPTAIN GOOD (V.O.)
(in Urdu) Until we meet again.
INT. SECURITY DESK SITE-76
This act opens with several shots with a voiceover by AGENT
KLIKS, who is conversing with an unknown party on his phone.
Focus on Security Desk engaged in normal activity.
No, that was never the deal. The
arrangements got fucked up somehow.
INT. SITE-76 ARCHIVES
Focus on that bored Librarian reading her book.
An information swap is nothing like
allowing a containment breach.
INT. OUTSIDE CONTAINMENT CELL OF SCP-140
Focus on the cell door and its two Guards, standing at
I never said that! (pause) Where
are you getting your information?
INT. AGENT'S KLIKS' OFFICE SITE-76
The once ornate office is now nearly empty of lived-in
furnishings. Instead, we see bare Foundation fixtures, and
two large taped-up boxes on the floor. Next to these are two
expensive-looking overnight bags.
Kliks is pacing the office, talking on a cheap cellphone that
looks like a "burner". He is wearing a summer scarf in the
European style, as well as a hat. He looks ready to travel.
Of course I want access to the
Library. The whole Foundation does.
But your cost is too high.
(extended pause) I'll have to think
about that. (extended pause) Yes,
that sounds much better. But I have
to leave you now. I'm on the move.
(pause) To my new roost. Finally,
I'm getting the respect I deserve.
(pause) I'll be in touch. Ciao.
Kliks shuts off the phone, grins at it, then tosses it into a
heavy duty shredder attached to a bare desk. He picks up the
two overnight bags, and walks to the door. Looking around one
more time, he smiles and leaves the office, whose lights shut
off automatically when he leaves.
INT. CORRIDOR LEADING TO SECURITY DESK-AFTERNOON
FRONT SHOT of GREY, DR. MAHTO, and 2 GUARD escorts, slowly
walking to the Security Desk. Grey has his messenger bag, and
each Guard is carrying a travel bag belonging to Dr. Mahto.
The mood is subdued.
Does this happen often, Simon?
(pause) More than you want.
43 people died today. That happens
more than we want?
Look, Zeta-9 knew the score. Mobile
Task Forces are our best, but that
means they get the tough jobs.
Sometimes they're impossible.
I don't know if I can live this
way, Simon. It seems so arbitrary.
CLOSE SHOT on Dr. Mahto
DR. MAHTO (CONT'D)
I have always thought about my
research helping people, serving
the world. How satisfying is it to
think that all you can do is just
keep the body count to a minimum?
WIDEN SHOT to Group. Grey stops and turns to Dr. Mahto, then
to the Guards.
Guards, give us a moment.
The Guards step to the side. FRONT SHOT on Grey and Dr. Mahto
Doctor. (pause) Jagruti. Today,
(pause) today you saw more than
some new researchers see in 3
years. It's awful on the best days.
You saw the worst. Anyway, now you
have to stop feeling sorry for
yourself and get on with it.
I am not feeling sorry for myself!
I just don't know what I can do for
the Foundation. I, I think I made
the wrong decision.
(thinking) I guess that old saying
is right, then.
Which one is that?
The truth hurts.
Does that even apply here, Simon?
No, probably not, I'm so bad with
words. I'm just saying, you saw the
truth, Doctor. More than most
people ever will. And yeah, most
people don't want the truth,
because it hurts to know. But
you're a scientist. I don't know,
I'm not one, but I thought that the
truth was everything to scientists.
When you do an experiment, or
whatever, do you give up if it
doesn't work the way you wanted?
No, not if you are a good
scientist. Sometimes, the failures
provide the most information.
Then you're in the right place,
Doctor. Lotta failure here. Goes
with the territory.
If I could figure out the mechanism
for SCP-140 expansion, it would be
fantastic. More meaningful than
anything I have worked on to date.
Yes, it would.
140 seems able to convert a certain
form of matter to temporal energy.
If we could monitor local quantum
entanglement during an expansion
-we could measure the changes in
entanglement correlation, and see
how it applies to the local quantum
DOCTOR. I. Have. No. Idea what
you're talking about. But it's good
you do. Let's get to Site-19. Look
up Dr. Xyanks when you get there.
(to Guards) Guards, we're ready.
REVERSE SHOT as Grey, Mahto, and Guard walk away, continuing
towards the Security Desk. Mahto continues to formulate,
while Grey just nods.
INT. SECURITY DESK SITE-76
ANGLE ON Grey and Mahto as they come up behind main desk and
stop short. Camera continues forward to reveal a large
contingent of Guards, researchers, and staff milling about
and talking to each other. CMDR YOO and LT. QUINN seem to be
a particular focus of attention, while Agent Kliks stand near
the desk, observing the proceedings. The mood is festive.
Cmdr Yoo's left forearm has a cast with many signatures and
Geezus, did we miss something?
In fact, you missed several
Oh, I'm sorry we missed it! Some
good news is welcome.
What? What happened?
ANGLE ON Cmdr Yoo and Lt. Quinn approaching.
Special Agent, you are now speaking
to Captain Jesse Quinn. Show some
Really? Wow, that's great news, ah,
Jesse, I am so proud of you. I wish
we had more time to work together.
Thanks, Doctor. But I can tell,
you're needed at Site-19. I'll hold
down the fort here.
Hold down the—
Captain Quinn is the new Chief of
Security for 76. (to Quinn, in
jest) Don't blow it, Jess. I'll
have lots of eyes watching you.
(realizing) OK, catching up slowly.
Does that mean (smiles all about)
Commander, are you coming to Site
19? Yoon-hee, that's incredible!
(calmer) I mean, Commander.
'Fraid so, Grey. They keep telling
me it doesn't have to be a desk
job, so I keep saying yes. Plus,
who's going to keep you and Kliks
from driving each other to drink?
(sickly) Oh, no, no really?
The powers that be have come to
their senses, and are moving me to
my rightful domain. I've been given
an "at large" portfolio: lets me
dabble in whatever I deem most
important across the entire grid.
Don't worry, Grey, I'll give you a
taste now and then.
(looking at the group) Well, two
out of three isn't bad.
If it's any consolation, Agent, we
get to take the jet back.
Really? I've heard the jet snacks
are awesome. Well, then, I guess
we're ready. Guard, please arrange
an escort and take Dr. Mahto's
Simon, I want to say goodbye to a
few people here. It will just take
I think the jet has to wait for us.
Dr. Mahto steps into the crowd. Kliks moves closer to Grey
and they have a quiet conversation.
I would never discuss this in front
of the others.
Yoon-hee must know.
The Commander has no official
knowledge. Remember that.
Sure. So you have some new private
insult you want to spring on me?
In good time. But right now, I need
to apologize. Something did go
Christ, Kliks, that's all you got?
A Top 20 Keter breached! What
It has to do with…our project.
(silent, then) Like I said. How?
Let's say that we may have an 'in'
now with someone who knows…a Way.
(pause) I don't know, Kliks. We've
been lied to again and again. Seems
like you moved too fast this time.
With us both at Site-19 it will be
easier to coordinate. And for you
to be more informed.
(distressed) This may have all been
worth it. All these deaths. What
the hell's wrong with me?
The Foundation does it to us all.
Might as well put it to the best
Dr. Mahto approaches with Cmdr Yoo and 3 Guard escorts. Also
entering the scene is the PILOT taking our crew to Site-19.
(S)he is a less armored guard, wearing a visored helmet
obscuring his/er eyes. (S)he also wears gloves…similar to
the Sarkite (recall none of our main cast saw this). PAN IN
on the gloves. Then CUT TO WIDE SHOT on Dr. Mahto.
All right, Simon, I'm ready.
Do you know your first assignment,
I am part of Dr. Gears' research
group. I don't know much more than
that right now.
Oh, man, Gears!
What does THAT mean?
I can tell you some stories on the
(acknowledging Pilot) Pilot, we're
ready to depart. Off to the
Grey suddenly looks distracted, and is looking at the Pilot.
The group begins to depart. Grey turns to Dr. Mahto.
(distracted) Oh, almost forgot.
Never had a chance this morning.
Grey formally extends a hand to Dr. Mahto.
(ambivalent, serious) Welcome to
the Foundation, Doctor.
Dr. Mahto shakes Grey's hand once. The group turns towards a
corridor and heads towards it. Grey taps Kliks on the
shoulder and says something unheard. Both briefly stop, look
at the Pilot, then continue walking. SHOT PULLS BACK to show
the entire hall as the group departs. SHOT DISSOLVES up to
the weigh station bay, then WIDENS to show the whole weigh
station. Continues to PULL BACK to show a construction dig
next to the weigh station hidden from the highway. Across the
screen we see the text "Solaris Construction & Planning." We
hover over this scene as the text and scene begin to fade,
apart from the leading letters "S-C-P", as we…
CUT TO BLACK