knowledge is power... for *real*

knowledge is power... for real

       A SHERIFF, a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN in her thirties, has a 
       revolver leveled on Jack from the kitchen’s open back 
       door.  Jack smiles, raising his hands.

                           JACK
                 You shouldn’t point those things at 
                 people.  They’re dangerous.

                           SHERIFF
                 Only if I pull the trigger.

                           JACK
                 I wasn’t talking about the gun.

                           SHERIFF
                 Neither was I.

       They stand there a moment, confused by their own wit.

From the script’s opening to Ben Stiller’s Heat vision and Jack, a pilot that was not picked up, but is available for viewing on the interwebs.

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