A young Black Nurse must use her newfound psychic ability to rescue the free world from destruction because she is the most resilient in the game of life!
(A Screenplay About Planned Demics and Climate Justice!) By Mic Theory
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
Omesha, a young, dedicated nurse, lies unconscious in a hospital bed, tubes and monitors surrounding her. The room is quiet, except for the steady beep of the heart monitor and the occasional muffled sound of footsteps in the hallway.
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
The hallway outside Omesha's room is a flurry of activity. Reporters and cameramen shove microphones and cameras forward, eager to catch a glimpse of the handsome and charismatic SENATOR MARCUS GEORGE, who stands tall among them, his expression a mix of concern and determination.
SENATOR GEORGE'S ASSISTANT, a young, harried woman with a clipboard, tries to maintain order. "Senator, we need to keep moving. You have a schedule to maintain."
SENATOR GEORGE nods but remains firm. "I want to make sure she's okay first."
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The doctor, DR. RIVERS, enters the room, noticing the tension in the air. She is a no-nonsense type with a gentle bedside manner.
DR. RIVERS
(to George's assistant)
Please, give us some privacy.
The assistant nods and ushers the reporters away from the door, allowing it to close with a soft click.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
The doctor approaches the bedside, checking Omesha's vitals. Marcus follows, his eyes never leaving her face.
DR. RIVERS
(to Marcus)
You can come in, but just for a moment. She's still unconscious, but stable.
Marcus steps in, his gaze lingering on Omesha's peaceful expression.
SENATOR GEORGE
(whispers)
Omesha, I know you don't know me, but I can't explain it. Something happened when we... when I...
He trails off, his voice thick with emotion. Dr. Rivers gives him a knowing look.
DR. RIVERS
It's the shock. It can affect people differently. But she's strong. She'll pull through.
Marcus nods, trying to compose himself. He reaches for Omesha's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
SENATOR GEORGE
(to Omesha)
I'm going to make sure you're okay. And when you wake up, I'll be here.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - LATER
The room has cleared out, and Marcus is left alone with Omesha. He pulls up a chair beside her, his eyes never leaving her face. The only sound is the rhythmic beeping of the machines.
SENATOR GEORGE
(voiceover)
From the moment I saw her, lying there on the pavement, I knew she was different. I didn't know her name, didn't know her story. All I knew was that I had to help her.
Flashback to the moment of the accident. Marcus, in his sleek black sedan, rushing through the city streets, glancing at his watch, late for a campaign event.
SENATOR GEORGE
(voiceover)
And then, it was like time stopped. I saw her, in my headlights, and everything else just faded away.
The car screeches to a halt, narrowly missing Omesha, who has stumbled into the street. Marcus jumps out, rushing to her side.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - PRESENT
Marcus sighs heavily, his thumb brushing over the back of Omesha's hand.
SENATOR GEORGE
(voiceover)
I never thought I'd feel like this. So lost, so...
The heart monitor's beep changes tone, and both Marcus and Dr. Rivers, who has re-entered the room, look up in alarm.
DR. RIVERS
(quickly moving to the machines)
It's okay, she's just coming around.
Omesha's eyelids flutter open, and she looks around, disoriented. Marcus jumps to his feet, his heart racing.
SENATOR GEORGE
(softly)
Omesha, you're okay. You're in the hospital.
OMESHA
(weakly)
What happened?
SENATOR GEORGE
(sighs of relief)
You were in an accident. Do you remember?
Omesha's eyes widen slightly, then narrow as she tries to recall the events. She shakes her head, pained.
DR. RIVERS
(interrupting gently)
You're okay now, Omesha. We need to run some tests, but it looks like you're going to be fine.
Omesha nods, still groggy from the medication. Marcus can't take his eyes off her, his heart thudding in his chest.
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
The commotion outside the room grows louder. The door bursts open, and a sea of reporters and cameramen flood in, all trying to get a statement from Marcus.
REPORTER 1
Senator George, can you tell us what happened?
REPORTER 2
Is it true you were the one who found her?
REPORTER 3
How does it feel to be a hero?
Marcus turns to face the crowd, his eyes never leaving Omesha's.
SENATOR GEORGE
(to the reporters)
Please, give us some space. This isn't about me. It's about Omesha.
The reporters press closer, but Dr. Rivers steps in, her voice firm.
DR. RIVERS
(to the reporters)
You need to leave. She needs her rest.
The reporters begin to murmur among themselves, some looking disappointed, others nodding in understanding. They slowly filter out of the room, their footsteps echoing down the hallway.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Marcus closes the door behind them and locks it, then returns to Omesha's side.
SENATOR GEORGE
(to Omesha)
I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen.
Omesha looks up at him, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
OMESHA
(weakly)
You're Marcus George. Why are you here?
Marcus smiles, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
SENATOR GEORGE
(swallows hard)
Because when I hit you with my car, something happened to me too. I don't know how to explain it, but I feel connected to you. And I couldn't leave until I knew you were okay.
Omesha stares at him, processing the information. Her eyes searched his, looking for some hint of deceit, but all she sees is sincerity.
OMESHA
(slowly)
You're not just saying that?
Marcus shakes his head.
SENATOR GEORGE
(determined)
I'm not. And I know it sounds crazy, but I'll do anything to help you get better.
Omesha's expression softens, and she squeezes his hand.
OMESHA
(whispers)
Thank you.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - LATER
The room is dim, the only light coming from the moon outside the window. Marcus sits in the chair, his eyes closed. He's been there all day, refusing to leave Omesha's side.
Suddenly, Omesha's hand twitches in his. Her eyes open, and she looks around, more alert than before.
OMESHA
(concerned)
What's going on?
Marcus opens his eyes and looks at her, surprised.
SENATOR GEORGE
You're awake. How are you feeling?
Omesha tries to sit up, wincing at the pain.
OMESHA
Better. What time is it?
Marcus glances at his watch.
SENATOR GEORGE
It's late. Almost midnight. You've been out for hours.
Omesha frowns, trying to sit up again. Marcus helps her, placing a pillow behind her back.
OMESHA
(to Marcus)
You shouldn't have stayed.
SENATOR GEORGE
(smiles warmly)
I wanted to. Besides, I need to explain something.
Omesha looks at him, her eyes searching for answers.
SENATOR GEORGE
(pauses)
I know about the... the thoughts.
Omesha's eyes widen.
OMESHA
How?
Marcus sighs, his gaze dropping to their clasped hands.
SENATOR GEORGE
It's complicated. After the accident, something changed in me too. I can sense things, know things...
Omesha pulls her hand away, the gravity of the situation setting in.
OMESHA
(firmly)
What are you talking about?
Marcus looks up, his eyes pleading.
SENATOR GEORGE
When I'm near you, I can... I can read minds. Just snippets, but enough to understand what people are feeling.
Omesha's eyes dart around the room, her thoughts racing.
OMESHA
(whispers)
What are you?
Marcus shakes his head.
SENATOR GEORGE
(seriously)
I'm still human, I promise. It's just... a side effect of what I've become involved in.
Omesha's thoughts are a tumult of fear and confusion.
OMESHA
(thinks)
What has he gotten himself into?
Marcus looks pained, sensing her turmoil.
SENATOR GEORGE
(voice cracks)
I never meant for this to happen. I was just trying to do the right thing.
Omesha's thoughts become clearer.
OMESHA
(thinks)
He's hiding something. Something big.
The room falls silent as Omesha's thoughts begin to coalesce into a picture of betrayal and deceit.
OMESHA
(whispers)
The disease. The one they talked about in the hushed tones and secret meetings.
Marcus's eyes widen as he realizes she's onto him.
SENATOR GEORGE
(urgently)
Omesha, you don't understand. It's not what it seems.
Omesha's expression turns to one of horror as the pieces fall into place.
OMESHA
(voice shaking)
You're working for them. The agency that wants to wipe out the black community.
Marcus's jaw clenches.
SENATOR GEORGE
(defensively)
It's not like that. We're going to save so many lives. The elderly are just... collateral damage.
Omesha's thoughts scream in anger.
OMESHA
(thinks)
How can he justify this?
OMESHA
(to Marcus)
Get out.
Marcus's eyes fill with regret, but he stands, his shoulders slumped.
SENATOR GEORGE
(desperately)
Omesha, please. Just listen.
Omesha turns away from him, her thoughts a jumble of emotion.
OMESHA
(thinks)
How could I have been so wrong about him?
As Marcus exits the room, the weight of her newfound power settles heavily on her shoulders. She knows she can't ignore this. She has to do something.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
The door clicks shut behind Marcus, leaving Omesha alone with her racing thoughts.
OMESHA
(whispers to herself)
I need to tell someone.
Her eyes land on her phone, the screen displaying a series of missed calls and messages from her best friend, TYLER, a journalist who's been investigating the mysterious disease outbreaks.
OMESHA
(thinks)
Tyler. He'll know what to do.
With trembling hands, she dials Tyler's number. The line rings once, twice, three times.
INT. TYLER'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
The phone on Tyler's desk vibrates to life. He's surrounded by stacks of documents and newspaper clippings, a map of the city with red pins scattered across it. He snatches the phone up, hope flickering in his eyes.
INT. TYLER'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
OMESHA
(on the phone, voice shaking)
Tyler, it's Omesha. I need to tell you something.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Omesha recounts her conversation with Marcus, her voice low and urgent.
OMESHA
(on the phone)
He said he's working for an agency that's behind the disease. They're going to use it to win the presidency. And they don't care who dies in the process.
INT. TYLER'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Tyler's face pales as he listens, his grip tightening on the phone.
TYLER
(on the phone)
Omesha, you can't trust him. You need to get out of there.
Omesha nods, her eyes reflecting the fear in her voice.
OMESHA
(on the phone)
I know. I'll think of something.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The phone call ends, and Omesha stares at the wall, her thoughts racing.
OMESHA
(thinks)
I can't just leave. Not with this power. I have to do something.
Her eyes land on a TV playing in the corner of the room, a news report about the disease and its disproportionate effect on the elderly in black communities.
OMESHA
(thinks)
I can use this. I can expose them.
Her gaze shifts to the door, and she slowly swings her legs over the side of the bed, gritting her teeth against the pain.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - LATER
Omesha, in a hospital gown and robe, is standing by the window, staring out at the city below. The rain has started to fall, casting a gloomy pall over the streets.
SENATOR GEORGE
(voiceover)
Omesha, I know you're upset, but you're not seeing the bigger picture.
Marcus enters the room, looking tired but resolute.
SENATOR GEORGE
(continuing)
We're going to save this country. We're going to make it great again.
Omesha turns to face him, her eyes cold and hard.
OMESHA
(firmly)
By killing off those you deem unfit? Your "bigger picture" is a lie.
SENATOR GEORGE
(pleading)
It's not about race. It's about survival.
OMESHA
(sarcastically)
Survival for whom? Certainly not for the people you claim to love.
Marcus takes a step closer, his eyes searching hers.
SENATOR GEORGE
(desperately)
Omesha, I do love you. That hasn't changed.
Omesha's thoughts are a whirlwind.
OMESHA
(thinks)
Does he really believe his own lies?
OMESHA
(to Marcus)
Your love is as twisted as your cause. Get out.
Marcus's face falls, and he nods, turning to leave.
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Marcus exits the room, and Omesha can see the sadness in his eyes. But she can also see the determination, the conviction that he's doing what's right.
OMESHA
(thinks)
I have to stop him.
Her thoughts are interrupted by a sudden influx of voices and footsteps. She looks out the window to see a group of protestors gathering in the street below, holding signs that read "Justice for Omesha Allen" and "No More Silence."
OMESHA
(whispers to herself)
They're here for me.
INT. TYLER'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Tyler is on his computer, his eyes scanning through the documents and articles spread out across his desk. His phone buzzes with an anonymous message.
INT. TYLER'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
The message reads: "Your calls have been traced. Watch your back."
Tyler's heart skips a beat. He looks up from his computer screen, his gaze drifting to the peephole in his front door.
INT. CONSPIRACY ROOM - UNKNOWN LOCATION
A group of MEN IN BLACK SUITS sit around a sleek, mahogany table. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with tension.
SUITED MAN 1
The Senator's gone soft. He's become a liability.
SUITED MAN 2
Agreed. And that journalist... he's getting too close.
The leader of the group, a man with a sharp jaw and piercing eyes, opens a folder and slides it across the table.
LEADER
(to the group)
The Diego Sisters are ready for deployment. They're the best we've got.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Omesha, now dressed in street clothes, gathers her things. She glances at the TV, where the news of the protests has switched to live footage.
OMESHA
(whispers to herself)
I have to get to Tyler.
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Omesha cautiously makes her way down the hall, her nurse's instincts on high alert. She notices the increased security presence, their eyes scanning the area with a purpose that sends a chill down her spine.
INT. TYLER'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
The door to Tyler's apartment opens slowly, and he looks up, expecting Omesha. But instead, he sees the reflection of two figures in the window behind him.
INT. TYLER'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
The Diego Sisters, LUCIA and ISABELLA, enter the room, their movements swift and silent. They're both dressed in black, with piercing gazes that could cut through steel.
LUCIA
(to Tyler, in a heavy accent)
You've been making some interesting calls, Mr. Journalist.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Omesha has snuck into the stairwell and is making her way down to the ground floor. She checks her phone, seeing Tyler's missed call.
OMESHA
(whispers into the phone)
Tyler, pick up.
INT. TYLER'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
The sound of the phone ringing echoes through the room, and the Diego Sisters tense up.
ISABELLA
(whispers urgently)
We need to finish this quickly.
LUCIA nods, raising her gun.
INT. HOSPITAL GROUND FLOOR - CONTINUOUS
Omesha's heart races as she steps outside into the rain, the cool droplets mixing with her tears.
OMESHA
(whispers into the phone)
Please, Tyler, be okay.
Suddenly, the line goes dead. Her heart stops. She knows something's wrong.
INT. TYLER'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
The ringing stops. Tyler's eyes widen with horror.
TYLER
(desperately)
Omesha? What's happening?
The Diego Sisters exchange a knowing glance.
INT. TYLER'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Isabella takes a step closer, a malicious smile playing on her lips.
ISABELLA
It seems your friend is in a bit of a predicament.
INT. CONSPIRACY ROOM - UNKNOWN LOCATION
The LEADER'S phone vibrates. He checks the message and nods.
LEADER
(to the group)
The cleanup has begun.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
OMESHA ALLEN,. Gets up from the bed she has to getto Tyler before its too late all she knows from the Senators thoughts is that anyone who knows about the plan is in deadly peril. The room is sterile and quiet, but her heart is racing.
OMESHA
(whispers to herself)
Just one more shift change before I can sneak out and go home.
She opens the door to the next room, revealing a man with a bandaged head sleeping, MARCUS GEORGE, lying in bed. He's not a patient officially; he's the charismatic, presidential hopeful who caused her car accident.Now he was the enemy keeping close watch on her.
MARCUS
(sleepily mumbles weakly)
Nurse, could you... help me sit up?
Omesha rushes over, her professional instincts taking over. She is dressed in nursing scrubs and averts her face as she exits saying...
OMESHA
I'll be back in a moment Senator
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - DAY
Omesha walks briskly down the hallway, lost in thought. The hospital's fluorescent lights cast a cold glow on her face, but her eyes are wary making sure that she isn't noticed her only concern for Tyler.
20 minutes later she exits a cab in front of Tylers building. As she exits the elevator on his floor she hears a commotion and a shot rings out as she runs towards the noise entering the already open door she sees two MASKED Women with guns drawn, demanding something from Tyler who is seated at his computer.
OMESHA
(thinks)
What the hell is happening?
The twins spot her, and one of them points the gun at her.
TWIN 1
You! Then she shoots at Omesha, who screams and ducks behind a couch suddenly riddle with bullet holes.
Omesha cries out and tries to reason with them, but they're desperate and unstable.
OMESHA
Calm down! I'm just a nurse.
TWIN 2
We know who you are...your the next corpse they recieve at the morgue.
INT. ELEVATOR - DAY
The tension is palpable. The twins keep slowly circle around, nervously checking their surroundings. Omesha's mind races as she crouches on the floor, trying to figure out what to do.
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE'S ROOM - DAY
Marcus is dozing when the door bursts open. The twins, Tyler and Omesha enter, the twins still waving their weapons as they step over the bodies of the now deceased uniformed police detail.
MARCUS
(shocked)
Omesha! What's going on?
Omesha tries to signal him not to panic.
OMESHA
(whispers)
Play along.
The twins demand while pummeling him senseless that Marcus release and give them access to all the data he has on his computer so it can be wiped. He refuses, showing surprising courage.
MARCUS
You won't get away with this.
The twins laugh maniacally, but Omesha sees the fear in their eyes and knows from their thoughts they both need to finish this and kill all witnesses before 40 minutes have passed when the next shift arrives, no time for torture.
CUT TO:
INT. PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE'S ROOM - LATER
Omesha is bound to a chair, the twins pacing. Tyler watches her, a mix of worry and admiration in his gaze she has taken as much punishment as he and still refused to cooperate. Even when they watched the Assassins kill two police officers in front of them by slicing their throats.
TYLER
(whispers)
You're strong.
OMESHA
(whispers back)
Thank you. But we need to get out of here.
The twins start arguing as they beat the Senator who is gagged bloody, distracted as they dole out punishment. This may be their only chance.
CUT TO:
CLOSE-UP OMESHAS WRIST
Omesha subtly nods at her wrist. Marcus sees the glint of metal - her hidden bracelet, a gift from her late father, a master of Capoeira and ancient African Montu fighting skills. Omesha is in a trancelike state reading the minds of the Assassins and gaining all their martial skills to add to her own!
The twins get closer, their voices rising. Tyler makes his move, standing struggling to untie himself, but ineffectually using his chair as a shield.
OMESHA
(suddenly)
NOW!
Omesha whips the metal bracelet from her wrist, slicing through the ropes. She leaps into action, a blur of motion. The twins are caught off guard by her sudden expertise. She handles them both like a navy seal. The assassins are in shock why weren't they informed their prey was a skilled and obviously trained killer. Was this a set up from the beginning?
The first twin charges, but Omesha sidesteps easily countering every move, spinning and kicking the gun from her hand. It clatters to the floor. As they pull out weapons she counters them easily as if she has spent a lifetime as a warrior. The twins are dumbfounded and unable to get an advantage.
OMESHA
(shouts)
Tyler, get down!
The second twin fires a wild shot, but Omesha's quick reflex's ability to read her opponents thoughts and Capoeira training allow her to dodge it. Tyler hits the floor, his heart pounding.
Omesha, now free, uses the sharp edge of her metal bracelet as a weapon, slicing through the air with precision. Marcus watches in awe its like she knows exactly what her opponent is going to do before they do it, as she takes on the second twin. Ripping her clothes to shreds and the mask from her now bloody face. She quickly disarms her of the knives and other weapons that the assassin believed were so cleverly hidden.
OMESHA
(calmly looking down at the kneeling woman struggling to reach her discarded gun)
You're making a mistake. Let's end this peacefully.
Twin 2 sneers, grabbing the gun and swinging it in Omesha's direction to take a shot at her surprised that Omesha was now beside her redirecting her aim. By this time Tyler has freed himself completely and sees his chance and jumps up with a front kick, knocking the gun from the twin's hand with a well-placed kick. It goes off, the bullet lodging in the wall.
Omesha and Tyler work together, using a metal walker by the hospital bed as a weapon. She disarms the twin, twisting the gun away, while Marcus grapples with the first twin on the floor.
OMESHA
Marcus! The window!
Marcus pushes the first twin towards the open window. The twin scrambles to grab the sill, but Omesha delivers a swift kick to her chest, sending her hurtling out the window. Glass shatters as she falls several stories to the ground below.
The second twin, now unarmed and outmatched, reaches for her own pistol on the floor. But Omesha is too fast. She leaps over Marcus and kicks the assassin in the chin. the gun fires, the bullet lodging in the ceiling.
OMESHA
(breathless)
It's over.
The second twin looks around, desperate. Omesha holds her ground, the gun pointed at her.
Suddenly, the twin charges. but only as a distraction three sidesteps and plunges a knife into the still blindfolded Senators chest
MARCUS
Screams
The twin hesitates, then raises her hands to plunge the knife in his chest again to finish his screams
INT. - LATER
The room is a mess, but Omesha and Tyler are safe. They sit on the bed, breathing heavily.
OMESHA
(hands shaking)
I've never... I can't believe that just happened.
TYLER
(smiling slightly)
You saved my life.
OMESHA
(laughing nervously)
It's just what nurses do.
Their eyes lock, and the tension shifts from fear to something deeper. Tyler reaches out and takes her hand.
TYLER
Thank you, Omesha. I'll never forget this.
OMESHA
(swallows hard)
Neither will I, Tyler
They share a moment of quiet understanding, their hearts racing from more than just the adrenaline of the fight.
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT
Omesha sits by Tyler's bedside, watching him sleep. She's back in her hospital gown now her best friend is a patient like herself The Senator was stabbed twice in the chest but still alive barely, he was airlifted to a better facility as the FBI grilled them for hours about what had transpired leaving two officers dead who were on guard duty for the Senator, but the events of the day have changed Tyler and Omesha changed them both. Still Omesha keeps the secret of her abilities to read minds it may come in handy.
OMESHA
(voice over as she looks at the bruised but sleeping Tyler)
I didn't expect to fall in love. But here we are.
The camera pans out, leaving them in the peaceful glow of the hospital room.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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