JESSIE: (to NACO) So, what happens to SYD?
NACO: Oh, so you care? (beat) I only own SYD...
JESSIE: What. Happens. To. SYD?!
NACO: For me to know and you to find out. Nyah!
Flowing Back
(Establishing Shot – The FBI infirmary. SYD, sedated, lays on a table, several tubes hooked up to her brain. Numerous little screens are displayed on one display screen. JESSIE and DES look at them, along with an FBI AGENT.)
JESSIE: I'd thought she only thought about Sunkist and boys.
DES: Bit of a surprise it's only three-fourths of her thoughts, eh?
JESSIE: Heck yeah.
AGENT: This is how we erase her memories.
JESSIE: (Aside, to DES) I think SYD'S memories have been erased way too much. That's probably why she doesn't have a clue. (snicker)
DES: (to the AGENT) Can we look at some of her memories?
AGENT: I don't see how it'd harm her.
DES: (to JESSIE) Hey, look, there's one with her and JOSH and...
JESSIE: (cringes) That's just disturbing...
DES: Um....yeah....let's...arh....man, that's....not....G-rated....
JESSIE: (to the AGENT) That memory's definitely going to go.
AGENT: (nods) Everything except for name and other things like that is flushed out. I wouldn't be worried, it seems to be just a dream.
JESSIE: ...A very disturbing dream...
DES: At least to us. Probably not to SYD.
(DES and JESSIE walk over to another screen, one where a fourteen-year-old SYD is wearing an outfit similar to her SHEGO-style one, except it's red and black. In the memory, SYD is slashing at a couple of sandbags.)
DES: Whoa.
(In the memory, a final sandbag comes hurdling toward SYD. She anticipates this and two claws come out of each wrist, slashing the sandbag)
DES: Whoa!
(All the memories disappear. SYD groans and opens her eyes)
SYD: Arh....
(Beat)
SYD: Hey, DES, what's today's date?
DES: Twenty-first, why?
SYD: Of...
DES: October.
SYD: I missed the contest...man....
DES: Hey, it's no big.
SYD: Meh, yeah, you're right.
JESSIE: SYD, did you know we were able to see your memories, dreams, thoughts, everything?
SYD: Including that one....
JESSIE: (nods)
SYD: (shudder)
DES: She almost fainted. (beat) Hey, SYD, do you still have those wrist claws?
SYD: Wrist claws?
DES: Let's see. Take off the watch.
(SYD takes off her watch, concentrates, a small metal spike escapes from her wrist, and goes through the ceiling. Ten minutes later, an AGENT comes down, putting the spike in SYD'S hand. He turns around, revealing a small hole in his pants, revealing Mickey Mouse boxers as he leaves. SYD fights back a laugh.)
DES: (bites lip to keep from laughing)
JESSIE: (glares at SYD)
SYD: What? It's DES' fault, she made me release the claws!
JESSIE: (groans)
(A few weeks later, SYD, DES, SAM, and JILL are playing paintball)
SYD: (To JILL, as they duck behind an old Jeep) Okay, I know hockey's your sport, but we're gonna have to beat them at their own game...
(A paintball hits SYD in the back of the head)
SYD: Never mind. Screw peace!
NACO: Oh, so you care? (beat) I only own SYD...
JESSIE: What. Happens. To. SYD?!
NACO: For me to know and you to find out. Nyah!
Flowing Back
(Establishing Shot – The FBI infirmary. SYD, sedated, lays on a table, several tubes hooked up to her brain. Numerous little screens are displayed on one display screen. JESSIE and DES look at them, along with an FBI AGENT.)
JESSIE: I'd thought she only thought about Sunkist and boys.
DES: Bit of a surprise it's only three-fourths of her thoughts, eh?
JESSIE: Heck yeah.
AGENT: This is how we erase her memories.
JESSIE: (Aside, to DES) I think SYD'S memories have been erased way too much. That's probably why she doesn't have a clue. (snicker)
DES: (to the AGENT) Can we look at some of her memories?
AGENT: I don't see how it'd harm her.
DES: (to JESSIE) Hey, look, there's one with her and JOSH and...
JESSIE: (cringes) That's just disturbing...
DES: Um....yeah....let's...arh....man, that's....not....G-rated....
JESSIE: (to the AGENT) That memory's definitely going to go.
AGENT: (nods) Everything except for name and other things like that is flushed out. I wouldn't be worried, it seems to be just a dream.
JESSIE: ...A very disturbing dream...
DES: At least to us. Probably not to SYD.
(DES and JESSIE walk over to another screen, one where a fourteen-year-old SYD is wearing an outfit similar to her SHEGO-style one, except it's red and black. In the memory, SYD is slashing at a couple of sandbags.)
DES: Whoa.
(In the memory, a final sandbag comes hurdling toward SYD. She anticipates this and two claws come out of each wrist, slashing the sandbag)
DES: Whoa!
(All the memories disappear. SYD groans and opens her eyes)
SYD: Arh....
(Beat)
SYD: Hey, DES, what's today's date?
DES: Twenty-first, why?
SYD: Of...
DES: October.
SYD: I missed the contest...man....
DES: Hey, it's no big.
SYD: Meh, yeah, you're right.
JESSIE: SYD, did you know we were able to see your memories, dreams, thoughts, everything?
SYD: Including that one....
JESSIE: (nods)
SYD: (shudder)
DES: She almost fainted. (beat) Hey, SYD, do you still have those wrist claws?
SYD: Wrist claws?
DES: Let's see. Take off the watch.
(SYD takes off her watch, concentrates, a small metal spike escapes from her wrist, and goes through the ceiling. Ten minutes later, an AGENT comes down, putting the spike in SYD'S hand. He turns around, revealing a small hole in his pants, revealing Mickey Mouse boxers as he leaves. SYD fights back a laugh.)
DES: (bites lip to keep from laughing)
JESSIE: (glares at SYD)
SYD: What? It's DES' fault, she made me release the claws!
JESSIE: (groans)
(A few weeks later, SYD, DES, SAM, and JILL are playing paintball)
SYD: (To JILL, as they duck behind an old Jeep) Okay, I know hockey's your sport, but we're gonna have to beat them at their own game...
(A paintball hits SYD in the back of the head)
SYD: Never mind. Screw peace!