I would like to see one scene that follows the script below:
KEN ENTERS. Ken: is a super undercover agent. Security stops him at the entrance of a meg-corporation (the one behind all evil in the world) after passing through the scanner.
TINY sits at a desk in front of ken. She is a female ex-wrestler now working security.
TINY: Sir, you just made my day.
KEN: What seems to be the problem?
TINY: Well, sir, our scanner indicated that you have a few items that you will have to leave here. You can pick them up when you leave the facility.
KEN: Like what?
TINY: (chuckles) Let’s start with the pistol in your waistband.
KEN: I have a permit to carry a concealed weapon. I have a constitutional right to bear arms.
TINY: True. However, but we have the right to keep you out of this private property if you have a weapon. Surrender the piece or leave.
KEN: (removes pistol and places it on the desk) Okay. I forgot I even had it.
TINY: The other one too.
KEN: What other one?
TINY: The one strapped to your right calf.
KEN: (Removes second pistol) Now I feel naked.
TINY: I wish. We don’t allow cellphone either. Leave your cellphone.
Ken takes out his cellphone and places it on the desk.
TINY: Now the other one.
KEN: What other one?
TINY: The one strapped to your left calf.
Ken removes the second cellphone.
TINY: Our scanner indicates that you have ear buds.
KEN: No. No. That must be a false reading. I have nothing in my ears.
TINY: If you insist. (yells) Max!
ENTER MAXIMO, a former sumo wrestler now working security. He holds a large hand-held magnet to the side of Ken’s head. A small ear communication device pops out. He does the same to Ken’s other ear and another device pops out.
KEN: Oh. You mean those?
TINY: (giggling) Our scanner indicated that you have another device in your colon. Please remove that device too.
KEN: Now that’s too much. That has to be a mistake.
TINY: Okay, play it your way. Max!
Maximo starts toward ken with the magnet.
KEN: Oh, you know what? I think I am in the wrong place. I should be in the next building. I will just leave. Sorry for any inconvenience. Bye.
TINY: God, I love this job.