INT. E.T.T. LAB - LATE EVENING

Lillian is alone.  The lab is mostly in darkness, just a few 
blinking lights to indicate the incredible array of electronic 
gear surrounding her...

A small tensor light illuminates her work area -- Lillian is 
in the spotlight she so much loves.  The stage she knows so well.  
Smoke from her ever present cigarette whiffs across the glare of 
light...

She's performing an intricate soldering task on a small piece of 
electronic gear.  She works with a magnifying glass -- the 
soldering isn't going very well.  Her hands shake.  She puts 
down the soldering tool, takes a drag off her cigarette and 
tries to relax before resuming work...

She reaches for the tool and accidentally touches the red-hot 
tip.  She jumps in pain, knocking the soldering gun off the bench.

                       LILLIAN
                    (muttering)
              Shit...

She leans over to pick up the tool, reaching out with her left 
arm, when...

WHAM!

The pain hits.  A look of terror crosses Lillian's face.  
She knows the pain well -- those hot irons radiating across 
her chest and into her jaw.  Those irons squeezing with a fierce 
might.  Lillian frantically digs through her purse, looking for 
her pills...

But a thought goes through her mind.  This pain is different.  
It's not lessening, but building in its intensity...

WHAM!

The knot tightens in her chest.  And in this moment Lillian knows 
she's going to die.  A veil of doom closes about her.  

The LAB PHONE suddenly RINGS as if to offer help -- but Lillian 
ignores it.  Always the scientist, she knows her last few moments 
could be of value....


GASPING...Lillian struggles to activate the COMPUTER.  One try...
two tries...She finally turns it on.  The glow and HUMM giving her 
comfort.  The room is cast into eerie shades of blues, greens and 
amber...

With what little strength she has left, Lillian drags herself to 
the seat which holds the helmet...

Helmet descends over her head...

WHAM!

A last jolt of pain.  She doesn't care anymore.  She's moving away 
from this pain...away from what she called her life...

She looks to the computer.  Knowing that it's recording her 
thoughts gives her great comfort.  Her death, like everything 
Lillian did, will not be wasted...

She grimaces a last time.  The blue magnetic tape WHIRLS around 
the cylinder...

And she gives up the pain, the struggle...her face settling into 
a look of pure radiance.