The elevator door opens, and the group enters. This floor is even darker than the rest of the prison, with little to no windows and a sparse amount of dim, yellow lights.
CUT TO: DR. HARE being led to D. and MOREAU’S office.
DR. HARE
All right, I got the gist of it. You want me to do the dirty work for you so you can achieve some sort of thing?
MOREAU and DIRECTOR D. stare at each other. They’ve been uncovered. Their plan is ruined, if Hare can figure this out, then how long will it be until the others–
DIRECTOR D.
We didn’t–
DR. HARE
Hey, I was joking. Of course you’re helping me! Why else would you offer to work with someone as great as myself?
MOREAU hides her amusement and relief behind the clipboard she’s holding.
MOREAU
I must ask…how did this whole “rabbit” theme start?
DR. HARE
First off, it’s hare, not rabbit. And oh, it’s a long and glorious story! Some say it was tragic, but I say it was destiny, if such a thing exists!
(His backstory is shown in childlike crayon scribbles, while his speech becomes increasingly impassioned.)
We open on DR. JUPITER in his office, which is buried in papers that have been ignored for weeks at least. On his desk are two diagrams he’s editing. To the left is one of a machine, quite similar to what RAVEN saw before. To the right, heavily shadowed, appear to be some sort of magical instructions.
A knock on the door. JUPITER quickly shuffles the paper away among the others. A GUARD enters.
GUARD
Dr. Jupiter, we just had to intercept another major fight in the lunchroom.
JUPITER
Any injuries? I hope the high-risk ones weren’t involved.
GUARD
A little bump here and there, but that’s it. And no, the “Big Four” are still eating separately.
JUPITER
Ah, good. I want them kept well for what’s going on this week.
The GUARD looks uncertain, especially towards JUPITER’S clear prioritizing of certain inmates. She pauses.
GUARD
With all due respect, Dr., I feel that if we started more programs for the less dangerous inmates, they might have a higher chance of rehabilitation.
DR. JUPITER stands, sighing.
JUPITER
“With all due respect”, we are a HIGH-RISK prison. None of those here have any hope. All we can do is see what use they have while they remain here.
GUARD
But some of them are quite peaceful–that, raven man, for example. I don’t think it’s right to focus on what they can just do for us–
DR. JUPITER glares at her. The GUARD falls silent. A dark aura seems to appear around him.
DR. JUPITER
I will not have any of this. Good day, miss.
The GUARD freezes, opens her mouth, then closes it. She turns and leaves the office. Once the door is closed, DR. JUPITER rolls his eyes and reaches for the phone.
DR. JUPITER
Yes…I’m interested if we can hire new guards.
CUT TO Dr. Hare, sitting by himself in the lunch room, nibbling on a carrot and completely ignoring the rest of his food.
A green-haired man rushes to the window, tapping on it rapidly.
DR. HARE
Ugh, what’s going on Spike?
SPIKE
Heyhey Dr. Hare! You should have seen it!
DR. HARE
Seen what?
Several guards come and try to pry SPIKE from the window, but he keeps talking.
SPIKE
The fight! It was epic! Even that Dr. D…dude…was impressed! Very!
DR. HARE
What is with him watching everyone eat lunch?
The GUARDS finally pull SPIKE away from the window and take him away. HARE shrugs and turns back to his carrot.
DIRECTOR D. and MADEMOISELLE MOREAU are in their office, waiting during another break between patients.
MOREAU
So, what’s taking so long? We have them, let’s go.
DIRECTOR D.
They’ve been tightening security even more than usual, and it doesn’t help that any of the helicopters have to be permitted by the computers in that “off-limits” upper floor.
MOREAU
Ah yes, Jupiter’s lab. Hasn’t Black Widow entered many highly-guarded museums before? She ought to be able to do something.
DIRECTOR D.
I asked her, and…
CUT TO BLACK WIDOW laughing for a solid few seconds, before answering dead-faced.