#K2804 - "World Killer" - First Draft 9/9/97                                                             

SLIDERS

"World Killer"

TEASER

FADE IN

EXT. STREET - DAY (D1)

Quinn, Maggie and Rembrandt emerge along with other patrons from a MOVIE THEATER with a sign proclaiming REVIVAL HOUSE. The marquee reads:

CLARK GABLE      HUMPREY BOGART
THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING

REMBRANDT
Popcorn and a coke! Man, I cannot tell you what a joy it is to slide into a world
where we got time to take in a movie!

Quinn peers at the timer as he leads the others over to:

EXT. ALLEY - DAY

Where they'll be unnoticed. In the distant background, we can see the Golden Gate Bridge.

QUINN
Sorry, guys. Time is what we're out of... Counting down...Fifteen,
Fourteen...

Rembrandt tenses for the slide as Maggie puzzles:

MAGGIE
Okay, so Gable I can sort of understand, but what kind of world would make
that Bogart guy a star? I mean, he's short, he lisps --

REMBRANDT
If you don't get it, I can't explain it to you.

They walk off camera.

QUINN (O.S.)
And.. hit it!

O.S. we hear the VORTEX OPEN.

EXT. ALLEY - DAY

The O.S. VORTEX dumps our guys in an alley that looks just like the one they came from. They
brush themselves off. 

QUINN
Still San Francisco...

MAGGIE
Four hundred mile sliding radius and we don't go four feet.

QUINN
Not exactly..

Quinn's reached:

THE STREET

Dusty and abandoned, cars stopped like dead toys. The letters on the theater marquee hang crookedly, weather-worn:

SHIRLEY TEMPLE   W.C. FIELDS
THE WIZARD OF OZ

QUINN
Guess the convention's not in town.

REMBRANDT
Bet it won't be hard getting a room...

Quinn motions for them to fan out, check things out.

MAGGIE
No bodies..Looks like everyone just took a powder.

Quinn looks at the timer.

QUINN
Yeah, well, whatever the story is, we're here for a week...

REMBRANDT
Hello! Hey, anybody!

Silence. Quinn runs a hand along the dusty surface of a car.

QUINN
I'd say we missed it by a couple years....

REMBRANDT
You think maybe the Kromaggs...?

QUINN
(shakes his head) No blast marks, no rubble...They're generally a lot showier...

Our guys are fairly spread out from one another, Maggie heading toward a derelict police car,
Rembrandt moving toward some trash cans between two buildings.

MAGGIE
I've heard of bio-warfare experiments...

REMBRANDT
You saying that everything's dead...?

QUINN
Not everything...

A LOW GROWL issues forth -- and a big, wild-looking DOG leaps out from between the
buildings onto Quinn, who CRIES OUT.

END OF TEASER