FADE IN: EXT. EARTH FARE GROCERY STORE - AUGUSTA, GA - DAY CLOSE ON -- A Navy blue bumper sticker: Be Truthful, Gentle, and Fearless. Ghandi SON VOLT (O.S.) (singing Rebel Girl) There are women of many descriptions. It's a wild world, as everyone knows. PULL OUT -- to reveal the rear of a white Nissan Cube. Plastered with bumper stickers: You Just Got Passed By A Toaster, Save Our Planet, Greenpeace, Feel The Bern. The Cube sits by a mailbox in the parking lot. INT. REALITY’S CUBE - AFTERNOON REALITY WINNER (26) a petite, sinewy blonde in workout clothes rummages through her glove box. She pulls out an envelope and a pen. Glancing at her cracked iPhone screen she scribbles an address on the envelope. Reality pulls four pages from her bag and intently studies them. She folds and inserts them into the envelope, seals it. Applies a flag stamp. She stares at the address on the envelope - The Intercept, 114 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10011. She takes a deep breath, exhales slowly. Reaches out of the window - EXT. EARTH FARE GROCERY STORE - CONTINUOUS - And puts the letter in the mail box. She stares at the mailbox and breaks into a smile. On her phone Reality posts to Instagram and Twitter, Why burn a flag? @realDonaldTrump thinks crosses burn much better. #notmypresident #Recount2016 #notmypresident. She puts the Cube in gear and drives away. EXT. BATTLE ROW ROAD - DAY We follow the Cube as she drives through a working class 2. neighborhood of bungalows. A mile away but light years apart from the Augusta Country Club. The Cube passes the Episcopal Food Pantry. We move up above the Cube. It becomes a small white square moving past empty storefronts. Bungalows with bars. SON VOLT (O.S.) Some are living in beautiful mansions. And are wearing the finest of clothes.

FADE TO BLACK: EXT. DAVIS RANCH, KINGSVILLE, TX. - NOON BLACK torso of a human silhouette target. It flutters on a clothesline in the shooting range behind the house. DISTANT GUN SHOTS. SIX BULLETS whiz out of the target’s chest. Passing by the camera in slow motion. We float up from behind the target. The band SON VOLT (30’s) performs between the shooting range and the house. They are dressed as the ALAMO HEROES - CROCKETT, BOWIE, TRAVIS, BONHAM, and HOUSTON. SON VOLT (singing to audience) There are blue-blooded queens and princesses. That have charms made of diamonds and pearls. But the only and thoroughbred lady is the rebel girl. Reality is wearing in an Every Damn Day sweat shirt, cutoffs, and yellow Converse as she walks past Son Volt. She plucks the target off the line - her dog NICKY beside her. She admires her handiwork. CREDIT SEQUENCE:

REALITY HACKS RUSSIA

We follow behind Reality and Nicky walking past Son Volt to the house decorated for Christmas. BBQ smoke curls upward from the grill. The American flag flies from the flagpole. 3.

SON VOLT (O.S.) That’s the rebel girl, that's the rebel girl. To the working class she's a precious pearl. Reality’s father GARY (50) sporting a Santa hat flips veggies on the grill. Reality’s older sister BRITTANY (30) skinny, brainy, blonde sets the table with their mother BILLIE (45) the very together mom blonde. Reality shows them her target. Brittany takes a photo of Reality posing with her target and her pink AR-15. Reality slides her AR-15 into a case. Brittany passes her the phone. Reality posts to Instagram and Facebook, This is not the week to remain silent #BlackLivesMatter, #FamilyTime #MerryChristmas Gary sets the tray on the table. They gather round clasping hands. BILLIE Thank you lord for this bountiful feast. Bless and help those who are less fortunate. Please watch over our service women and men here and abroad.

REALITY And help us preserve our environment and our planet for future generations. Amen. They sit to eat. We pan to Son Volt belting it out. SON VOLT (singing to audience) She brings courage and pride to the fighting rebel boy. I will fight for freedom with a rebel girl. Her hands may be hardened from labor. And her dress may not be very fine. But her heart in her body’s beating. That is true to her class and her kind. DISSOLVE TO: INT. CONVENTION CENTER, SAN JUAN, P.R. - EVENING 4.

MEN and WOMEN enter the ROBERTO CLEMENTE Convention Center. WORKERS take their tickets. They hand out suits, dresses, and beers. The men and women get suited up. They head to the empty seats down by the stage. Cardboard figures fill the back rows. A banner above the stage reads - MISS UNIVERSE 2002 SON VOLT (O.S.) (CONT’D) And the grifters and the terror are troubling. In her spite and defiance she'll hurl. For the only and thoroughbred lady is the rebel girl.

ONSTAGE - PHIL SIMMS (46)and DAISY FUENTES (35) face three TV cameras. Behind them are: MISS TEEN USA (16), TWO MALE JUDGES (40’s), A RUSSIAN FEMALE JUDGE (35), MISS PANAMA - JUSTINE PASEK (24), MISS RUSSIA - NATASHA EISENSTEIN (26), MISS TURKEY (24), MISS UKRAINE (25), MISS UZBEKISTAN (27), and MISS SCOTLAND (23) in swimsuits. MUSIC, CHEERS, and APPLAUSE from loudspeakers fill the auditorium. The STAGE MANAGER (30) counts down silently with his hand. Three, two, one. He points at Phil. The red light glows atop the central TV camera. PHIL SIMMS Welcome back to the 2002 Miss Universe pageant. And now the moment we have all been waiting for... DAISY FUENTES Are you ready? Are you ready? PHIL SIMMS Okay. The first runner up for the 2002 Miss Universe is Panama, JUSTINE PASEK.

Justine smiles tightly. Steps forward receiving her bouquet from Miss Teen USA. CHEERS, APPLAUSE, and MUSIC from the loudspeakers. 5.

DAISY FUENTES (quizzically) Miss Universe 2002 is (beat) RUSSIA, NATASHA EISENSTEIN. Natasha (26) is surprised. She smiles broadly. Justine hugs her. Daisy hands Natasha a bouquet. The other Miss Universe contestants exchange looks. The Judges MURMUR under the cheers and applause. MALE JUDGE (Spanish with subtitles) Fake News. FEMALE JUDGE (Russian with subtitles) There was truth and there is untruth.

SON VOLT (O.S.) That's the rebel girl, that's the rebel girl. To the working class she's a precious pearl.

DISSOLVE TO: EXT. KREMLIN, MOSCOW - MORNING We FLOAT above the Kremlin flying to the Dynamo Olympic Shooting Range. SON VOLT (O.S.) (CONT’D) She brings courage and pride to the fighting rebel boy. I will fight for freedom with a rebel girl. EXT. DYNAMO SHOOTING RANGE, MOSCOW - CONTINUOUS The Olympic shooting range is in a wooded area with a staging area and two sheds. Human silhouette targets hang on wires between the trees. A woman and four men are in the staging area. MARIA BUTINA (28) a sultry redhead removes her gloves. Her breath visible as she loads her Viking pistol. Her handler BORIS TORSHIN (60) stands nearby. He is nattily dressed in Gucci sweats with the bleary look of a heavy drinker. Boris is a gear head with the latest drone. 6.

THREE MEN (20’s) wearing body armor move onto the range toward the human silhouette targets. Maria turns her back as they take cover. She blows on her hands to warm them. Cocks her pistol. Takes a deep breath. Nods at Boris. He starts a stopwatch. Sounds an air horn - starts filming her with the drone. SON VOLT (O.S.) Her hands may be hardened from labor. And her dress may not be very fine. Maria sprints onto the course. Shooting twice as she runs. She hits a moving silhouette target‘s chest. The FIRST MAN rises aiming at her - She dives for cover behind a rock - He shoots twice - His bullets ricochet off the rock. Peeking out at ground level - She fires twice - Her shots hit his chest armor - Knocking him down - Maria scrambles behind the shed’s plywood door. The SECOND MAN rises up - She fires twice knocking him down - She ducks through the door. Maria opens the door - She fires twice - Her shots hit a moving silhouette target’s head - She pulls back. The THIRD MAN rises - Maria flattens on the ground - Bullets rip the wood where she had been - He ducks. She aims through the holes - He rises - She fires twice - The Third Man goes down. Breathing heavily Maria jogs back to the staging area and high-fives Boris. He lands the drone. The three men slowly rise up. Boris attaches his phone to his custom Orsis AR-15 selfie stick. Everyone poses for a group photo. Maria posts the group photo to Facebook and Twitter, #RightToBearArms. SON VOLT (CONT’D) (singing O.S.) But her heart in her body’s beating. That is true to her class and her kind. And the grifters and the terror are troubling. In her spite and defiance she'll hurl. (MORE) 7. SON VOLT (CONT’D) For the only and thoroughbred lady is the rebel girl. EXT. INTERNET AGENCY, ST. PETERSBURG, RUSSIA - MORNING A NIGHT WOLVES SPETSNAZ motorcycle roars up and parks. NICK TROTSKY, (26) in a Santa hat with an icy blonde goatee and wire rim glasses dismounts. He adjusts his Spetsnaz uniform - grabs his bag. Enters the building. INT. INTERNET AGENCY - CONTINUOUS Nick walks swiftly down the hall passing offices decked with Christmas decorations. Room after room are filled with millennial men and women working as INTERNET TROLLS. Each room has a logo: FACEBOOK, GOOGLE, INSTAGRAM, TWITTER. He walks past a YOUTUBE green screen studio with a camera operator and two female models wearing cowboy hats and boots. At the end of the hall he enters a packed conference room with three MEN and nine WOMEN milling around a large table. Boris, Maria, and Natasha are among them. The room goes quiet. All eyes on Nick. Behind him a portrait of Vladimir Putin stares down from the wall. NICK (Russian with subtitles) Comrades I’m bringing you an early Christmas present. You have been selected for a very special assignment in the United States. The lights dim as a screen lowers from the ceiling. Nick clicks a remote. An image of a WIRED magazine cover fills the screen. The cover headline reads: WIRED - CHRISTMAS 2015 DEF-CON REPORT AMERICA’S EVOTE MACHINES ‘R’ EASY TO HACK NICK (CONT’D) (Russian with subtitles) This mission is of the utmost importance to our homeland. Obama’s sanctions are crippling us, but his time is over. The Americans are selecting a new leader. Nick clicks the remote again. A video of Trump coming down the escalator at Trump tower fills the screen. 8.

NICK (CONT’D) Our candidate is a well-known businessman not a politician. He is our friend. You have been selected for this mission to influence the votes for our candidate. We will help the Americans select a new leader who is a friend to Russia. The image fades out as he reaches the bottom of the escalator. The lights go back on. Nick pulls red pouches with gold Spetsnaz logos from his bag. He opens a pouch revealing a bundle of red Spetsnaz usb drives. He holds a drive up. NICK (CONT’D) (Russian with subtitles) The key to our mission. Each team gets these with your assignment. Every team will be on a different path but your path’s may cross. Stay the course. Always! Upon its conclusion each successful team will earn a ten million dollar bonus. However, should any of your team be caught or killed, the Secretary and the President will publicly disavow any knowledge of your actions. Privately we will stand with you, and your family will be cared for. God speed and good luck. Nick puts the usb drives back in the pouch. We PAN across the smiling IRA men and women as they line up for pouches. Nick distributes one pouch to each team SON VOLT (singing O. S.) Lady Liberty, are you here? Lady Liberty, are you still here? Can you see us now? Can you see us now? Lady Liberty's tears. May they wash away the prejudice. Lady Liberty sighs. At the words from the highest office. Lady Liberty's eyes. See profiteering and pettiness. 9.

DISSOLVE TO: EXT. MIAMI - EVENING We skim along the Atlantic ocean toward the Trump Palace resort on the beach. Christmas lights reflect off the water. We fly past it over the rooftops to St. Vladimir Russian Orthodox Cathedral. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. IVAN’S HOUSE, MIAMI - EVENING - CONTINUOUS An older two story bungalow house - peeling paint aglow with Christmas lights - sits back from the tree lined street. Leaves scatter as a SPETSNAZ Harley motorcycle zooms into the driveway. The garage door opens as the bike glides into a stop next to an EVOTE van and a rusty Ford station wagon. The rider dismounts as the door closes. DISSOLVE TO: INT. IVAN’S GARAGE - EVENING - LATER A COMPUTER CIRCUIT BOARD BEING SOLDERED. IVAN CHEKHOV, (26) a tall muscular man intently solders a computer circuit board at his workbench. His workspace is very organized with motorcycle and computer parts. He is wearing overalls with an Evote logo. A Spetsnaz tattoo on his hand. He inserts the circuit board into a Evote machine on his work bench and fires it up. The screen shows the Florida GOP presidential primary candidates: Marco Rubio, Ted Cruz, John Kasich, and Donald J. Trump. He tests the Evote by pushing the button to vote for Marco Rubio. The light flashes by Rubio’s name, but a check mark indicating the vote appears on the screen next to Donald J. Trump’s name. A text chirps on his phone. He picks up the phone, looks at the screen and frowns. ON THE PHONE 10.

BORIS (Russian text with subtitles) Happy Christmas! Meet @ Church. Saturday @ Noon. Ivan exits the garage. INT. IVAN’S HOUSE - EVENING - CONTINUOUS Ivan enters the kitchen. Walks up behind his lovely wife MASHA (25) pale with black hair. Masha is preparing dinner at the stove in kitchen island that opens onto a family room. Where four elderly GRANDPARENTS (70’s) are parked on two lazy boys and a worn faded couch watching Russian TV on a tube television. Across the room three young DAUGHTERS (4, 6, 8) are working on computer homework at a scratched table next to an INFANT BOY (2) in a bassinet. Ivan puts his finger to his lips as he shows Masha the text message. She looks from the text message to him with concern. He smiles - turns off the phone. Places it in the refrigerator freezer. Embraces her with his lips to her ear. The Grandparents are visible in the background. IVAN (whispers Russian with subtitles) We have no choice. They will cut off their pensions. They hold each other tightly. EXT. REALITY’S HOUSE - AFTERNOON Reality’s Cube pulls into the driveway of small brick bungalow with white trim framing the bars on the windows. Reality exits the Cube - wearing a white Oh Yeah Yoga t- shirt, cutoffs, and her yellow Converse. She opens the Cube’s rear hatch. A black SUV pulls in behind her. Two tall FBI AGENTS, JUSTIN GARRICK (55) and WALLY TAYLOR (43) approach her with the sun at their backs. Justin and Wally’s mirrored sunglasses, Hawaiian shirts, and khakis give them a Miami Vice vibe. Pistols bulge under their shirts. Their hidden body cams feed audio and video to the FBI SURVEILLANCE VAN down the block.