Conversation · Logic

"Dance, monkey fucker!!"

"Excuse me, what?"

No! Stop immediately. Stop dancing and apologize.

(Stop.) "I don't know what got into me. I'm so sorry. I just lost control for a moment."

"Dance?" he repeats. "Monkey fucker?"

Then a breath of cold sea air fills the church as the lieutenant opens the door and steps out.

"Dance, you yellow monkey fucker!"

"Dance? Yellow?" He pauses to look at you with tired eyes. "Monkey fucker?"

Yes, if anything, the lieutenant feels tired. Like a man who's heard the same record one time too many.

"We're done."

Then a breath of cold sea air fills the church as the lieutenant opens the door and steps out.

With THE EXPRESSION primed on your face, dance toward the lieutenant.

He looks down, then at you.

"Dance, you yellow monkey fucker!"

This would be a good time to add some nerve damage to the mix. Pull THE EXPRESSION too!

"Nothing. It was nothing." (Leave him be.)

"Hey! I called you to dance!"

"I have become Dance, the destroyer of worlds."

"I'm sorry! I know this looks crazy, but it feels too good to stop!"

"I'm not doing anything. The music made its mind up a long time ago -- I'm just implementing!"

"Help, Kim, I think I'm turning into some kind of hyper-star!"

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" The lieutenant is forced to yell over the futuristic music blasting from the speakers.

"Code 31! Code 31!"

The lieutenant squeezes the bridge of his nose. The lights reflect off his glasses...

He's obviously having trouble adjusting to this new reality.

"A Code 31 emergency? Really?"

"Yes, officer in need of assistance... ON THE DANCE FLOOR!"

The lieutenant crosses his arms with a bemused look.

"I'm sorry, Kim, I thought it would be funny to call a Code 31! I didn't even know it was a real code..."

"It's not really an emergency, Kim! I lied!"

"DANCE!" (Point at Andre.) "It's The Law."

The young man immediately bounces up and down, then assumes the same dance pattern, embellishing it with some sort of waving motion.

The authority of The Law is clearly unquestionable.

(Turn to Acele.) "What are you doing?!"

The young woman lifts her headphones up slightly and raises her chin, looking at you expectantly.

"Dance! Aren't you going to dance?!"

"No. Recording." She stares at you, then briskly shakes her head and puts her headphones back on.

"Acele, aren't you going to dance?"

"No. Recording." She turns to Soona, then back to you. She briskly shakes her head and puts her headphones back on.

The lead programmer throws the other young woman a knowing glance before turning her attention back to her own work.

She's still at her mainframe, pressing buttons, reading printouts, but she's started nodding her head along to the music.

Turn on the hyper-drive!

On the coast of the Martinaise Inlet, in a small weather-beaten stave church built 380 years ago by settlers from the Occident, most likely to guard against an anomaly at its centre, an officer of the RCM is contorting his body into idiotically rigid shapes, as he invents the future of dance music... It's the hardest anyone has ever danced.

What's happening to me? What is this strange feeling that comes...

I AM LA REVACHOLIÈRE.

I AM THE CITY.

How are you talking to me?

THE MODULATIONS OF MY VOICE ARE NOTED DOWN WITH THERMOMETERS AND BAROMETERS. YOU FEEL ME IN YOUR NOSTRILS, ON THE LITTLE HAIRS ON THE BACK OF YOUR NECK.

I ALSO RESIDE IN YOUR LUNGS AND VESTIGIAL ORGANS. EVERYWHERE THERE IS SPACE.

She's speaking fast because she is afraid.

But who am I? Why are you talking to me?

YOU ARE AN OFFICER OF THE CITIZENS MILITIA. AGENTES IN REBUS, WHEN YOU WEAR YOUR COAT, YOU WEAR MY SOUL.

YOU MOVE THROUGH MY STREETS FREELY IN MOTOR CARRIAGES AND ON FOOT. YOU HAVE ACCESS TO THE HIDDEN PLACES. YOU ALSO CIRCULATE AMONG THOSE WHO ARE HIDDEN.

My partner... I think I insulted him just now, and I'm not sure that he'll forgive me.

YOU MUST MAKE IT RIGHT AT ONCE. UNITY IS PARAMOUNT. AND REMEMBER...

I NEED YOU. YOU CAN KEEP ME ON THIS EARTH. BE VIGILANT. I LOVE YOU.

An officer of the RCM is lying on the floor of a small church with his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolling out. Several others are standing around him. He slowly comes to.

"Had a good rest there?"

Say nothing.

"Relax. People pass out while partying hard all the time. You're just dehydrated."