Nero's ARMS AND LEGS get STRAPPED IN TIGHT. Go WIDE to reveal he's pinned to an interrogation table -- three GUARDS. A KLINGON INTERROGATOR approaches; looms over Nero, studying the Romulan's face with clinical detachment...
KLINGON INTERROGATOR
(SUBTITLED KLINGON)
I have come far to meet you. "The One
Who Does Not Speak." Ten years is a long
time to maintain silence.
(beat)
Perhaps you simply do not speak Klingon,
just as I do not speak Romulan.
But I assume we both speak the language
of our common enemy.
(NOTE: FROM NOW ON, OUR NON-ENGLISH SPEAKERS WILL SPEAK ENGLISH, UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED.) He reveals a worn LEATHER JOURNAL. Opens it, flips through it almost casually... we see SKETCHES of the JELLYFISH SHIP, PAGES OF COMPLICATED MATH EQUATIONS...
KLINGON INTERROGATOR (CONT’D)
We found this book in your cell.
Cartography, mathematics-- what do these
mean? This date here -- eleven years
from now-- what happens then?
(holds up the
FLUORESCENT MAPS)
And why attempt to smuggle in maps of
Federation space?