Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Maniac Mansion........Part Two of Four

WENDY
Dave wait!

MIKE
He’s really invested in that prank.

BERNARD
Actually, to be honest, I’ve never seen him exhibit that type of behavior before.  My thoughts on this being a prank may be null and void.

WENDY
Yeah, he looked pretty shaken up to be lying.  I’m gonna go find him.

MIKE
Wait, what about the assignment?

WENDY
Eh, it was extra credit and the story was going  to stink anyways.

Wendy leaves with Michael right behind her.

MIKE
Extra credit?!  So, I could’ve been home tonight?!

Jeff and Bernard follow close behind them.

JEFF
Never would’ve happened if I was Batman.

BERNARD
Let it go.

The group leaves the field and the camera follows a football kick through a fieldgoal with the moon in the sky.  The moon fades to a street lamp in front of a police station.  The group of kids minus Dave stand outside waiting.
INT. Police Station.  Desks and cubicles in a darkened office.  Halloween decorations and clutter are strewn about looking like a party was held hours ago.  Dave is standing in front of a huge desk, a large officer sits behind it while a thinner one is across the room watching security monitors.

COP 1
Fascinating story but I can’t help you.

DAVE
What?!  What the hell do you mean you can’t help?!  That’s your job, she could die!

COP 1
So could’ve thirty seven others tonight.  Look, kid, you know how many prank calls I’ve had to deal with tonight?  What are we up to Danny?

COP 2
Eighty-eight, Joe.

COP 1
Eighty Eight.  I’m tired of it.  Now run along, eat your candies and be merry.

The cop leans back in his chair and pulls up his newspaper, covering his face.

DAVE
Be merr----my girlfriend was just kidnapped!!  I saw them do it!  This is real!

COP 1
Real huh?  Well, let’s see just how many other ‘real’ things have happened tonight.

He puts his paper down and grabs a nearby clipboard.

COP 1
This is the twenty third kidnapping tonight.  Along with twelve murders, eight ghost sightings, fifteen alien abductions, nine werewolf bites, two Elvis sightings, twelve attacks by possessed dolls, six vampire seductions, and a zombie massacre.  I’m done.

The phone rings and the cop raises his eyebrows and points to the phone as to prove his point, he picks it up.

COP 1
Haddonfield police station…….uh huh…..oh really…..you don’t say….well we’ll send someone over as soon as we can…..uh huh….no, your candy is safe….yes…..okay….bye.

He hangs up and looks directly at Dave.

COP 1
And now one shattered Kool-Aid man.

The second cop yells over from his desk imitating the Kool-Aid man.

COP 2
Oh yeah!!

COP 1
Nice try, now why don’t you leave and try this crap on someone else before I lock you up for the night.

COP 2
---chuckling---  Halloween in the slamma!

DAVE
UGH, screw this!

Dave storms out of the station as the cop amusingly watches him leave.

COP 1
Happy Halloween.

The second cop cracks up and Dave angrily goes out the front door.
Dave slams the police department door open as he walks outside to rejoin the others.

MIKE
So, what did they say?

DAVE
He didn’t believe me, thought it was a prank!  This is ridiculous!

BERNARD
They aren’t going to do anything?

DAVE
No, apparently there is a kidnapping every fifteen minutes….and aliens and werewolves and Kool-Aid.

JEFF
Woah, Kool-Aid…

DAVE
I can’t believe  this!  I saw it happen!  I saw the guy who did it!

WENDY
What did he look like?


DAVE
Weird.  He was pretty tall…bald.  Looked like he was wearing a dirty, stained lab coat.  And I don’t know if it was the lights from the game or what but his skin looked……green.

JEFF
Oh man….aliens.

MIKE
Maybe the cop is right.  You swear you aren’t trying to pull a fast one on us Dave?

DAVE
It’s not a god damn prank I swear!  He had Sandy and drove off in a red and white car!  Looked like one of those old Edsels from the fifties.

Upon hearing this, something goes off in Wendy’s head.

WENDY
Wait….lab coat….Edsel….red and white….

She slips off her backpack and begins rummaging through it feverishly as she mumbles to herself.

WENDY
Sounds familiar….coat….Edsel….kidnappings…..

The group looks at one another perplexed.  Wendy continues searching until finally pulling out a large overstuffed binder.

BERNARD
Nice to see I’m not the only one who records more than the required notes for class.

He gives a small snorty laugh but stops quickly when realizing nobody is paying attention to him.  Wendy flips through her binder, scanning each page closely.

WENDY
No, this is my personal portfolio…..of sorts.  I keep all my research, articles, and stories in here.  Those descriptions you said remind me a lot of an article I used for a report a while ago.  Something in the area.

DAVE
You mean you know who this guy is?


WENDY
Maybe.  It sounds very familiar.  Let me see if…….

She skims a few articles, eventually coming to a page of newspaper clippings.

WENDY
Here.  This one, look…

She holds up the binder as the others can look with her.  The articles have a few fuzzy amateur photos and one large one of the mansion with an Edsel parked out front.

DAVE
There!  That’s it!  That’s the car I saw!  Where is that, does it say who lives there?

The group huddles closer, except Jeff who is pretending to surf down the station stairs, as Wendy begins to read the article aloud.

WENDY
Following reports of recent disappearances around the area, local authorities were brought in to investigate.  The disappearances ranged from young children to college-aged women, most notably cheerleaders.  Nothing could be determined as to any reasons why these victims were chosen.  Witnesses around the area claimed to have seen a tall man in a dirty laboratory coat dragging bodies into a mansion owned by a man named Fred Edison.  Edison was once a respected researcher in the medical field along with his wife, Edna.  Some time in the early sixties, Fred became very ill and was laid off from his job.  He was never heard from again leading those close to him to believe he had passed away.  His mansion residence remained quiet until this past year when people started missing.  Police were called in to search the area and the house and surprisingly discovered that Fred was not only still alive but still living in the house with his family.  Upon a search of the house, nothing turned up to lead authorities to believe Edison was the culprit.  When asked about the strange green tint to his skin, he explained that it was merely due to working with radiation in his work field for so many years.  Police were forced to drop the case due to insufficient evidence.  The case remains open to this day.

As Wendy reads, the group looks at one another.  Once she is done, she looks up to the group.

WENDY
Over fifteen years ago though…..what do you think?

DAVE
That’s gotta be him!  It fits perfectly!  The Edsel, the lab coat, the green skin……cheerleaders!

BERNARD
We should perhaps show those to the police?

MIKE
After they just laughed in Dave’s face?  They’d throw him in jail for sure.

WENDY
This is pretty scare if it’s true.  Sandy could actually be in real danger.

MIKE
What can we do?  The police aren’t going to help, not tonight.  Guy picked a great time to do this.

The group goes quiet for a moment.  Dave is a few feet away looking at Sandy’s hair tie before a decision dons upon him.

DAVE
Then we get her ourselves.

JEFF
Right on!.......wait what?

WENDY
This guy seems really dangerous, Dave.  I don’t know.

BERNARD
Yeah, I’m not participating in anything……illegal.

DAVE
What are they going to do?  Call the Police?  Good!  Besides, Sandy is in serious trouble Bernard and I’ll be damned if she dies while I sit here and do nothing.

BERNARD
Well yes….but…..I mean….

JEFF
I, the Batman, shall join you in your fight!

DAVE
Thanks Jeff.  Michael?  Wendy?  Imagine how big this story will be for you.

WENDY
While it is a pretty juicy story….what if it isn’t him?


DAVE
Well then you’ll have a great breaking and entering story.

WENDY
True……hell, I’m in.

MIKE
I guess you’ll drag your photographer in on this one too.

Wendy smiles at Michael and the group collectively looks over at Bernard who is standing by himself looking nervous.

BERNARD
Ummmmmm….ahhh…But it’s scary!....and….and…we could be killed!....uh….ummmmm

DAVE
Bernard stop being such a tuna head!  You gonna help me save my girlfriend or not?!

Bernard looks around at the group, all pulling together.
DAVE
Please…

BERNARD
…uh….oh…alright…

DAVE
Good.  Thanks guys, really.  How far away is that place?

WENDY
Right on the outskirts.  Maybe a half hour from here.

DAVE
Alright, we’ll take my car.  Anyone have a dime for the payphone?

MIKE
Who are you calling?

DAVE
Gonna get some back up for this.  Strength in numbers right?

Int. Razor’s room.  Rock music is playing on a stereo, clothes are all over.  Syd is sitting by the window.  Razor is wearing an oversized shirt and nothing else and on the phone talking to Dave.

RAZOR
What?  Who did?  Seriously?  Wow.  What  are you gonna do?  No way.  No way!  Both of us?  Sounds dangerous.  No, no we’re in for sure!

Razor puts a hand over the phone and glares at Syd.

RAZOR
Turn that down!

Syd turns the music up louder.  Razor gives him a dirty look and he smiles at her.

RAZOR
Now? Yeah, no I’m good.  Just le t me get dressed and we’ll be right over.

Syd turns the music down, now interested.

SYD
What are we doing now?

RAZOR
Anytime DAVE.  We’ll help you for sure.  Alrighty.  See ya soon.

She hangs up and thinks to herself quietly for a moment.

SYD
Dave got a problem?

RAZOR
Dude.  Sandy got kidnapped.  They know who did it and are going after them.

SYD
And they ‘invited’ us?

RAZOR
Well he is your love child remember.

SYD
Funny.  He’s not going to the cops?



RAZOR
They did and they won’t help.  Cop wouldn’t even believe him, something about Kool-Aid, I dunno.  This is kind of exciting!  Get dressed, we are going to be heroes tonight!

SYD
Eh, kind of tired actually.

RAZOR
Syd get up, this is for real!

Razor throws a case of music tapes at Syd.

SYD
Okay okay!

INT.Dark laboratory.  POV of Sandy.  Eyes opening to a blurry view, eventually focusing.  Sandy wakes up groggy and looks around.  She cannot move as she is strapped down to a table that is leaned upwards.  Fred is working close by on a body.

SANDY
Hey, let me out of here!

FRED
Don’t worry, it’ll be your turn soon enough.

SANDY
Wh….what are you doing?...who….who is that?

Fred is working with his back to Sandy.  A hand reaches up and grabs Fred’s apron, it jolts and shakes and then falls lifeless.

FRED
Not again…..is it too much to ask?  Honestly, is it?  Purple!

Sandy stares in horror as a figure resembling an octopus tentacle hops over to Dr.Fred.

SANDY
Oh….my….god….

PURPLE
Yes Doctor?  Everything going okay?

FRED
No.  No it’s not.  Where did you find this one?

PURPLE
Hmmmmmmm…let’s see….where did I get this one….was a school, definitely a school…cheerleaders…one of the schools, yeah.  Her name was Abby something.

FRED
I don’t care about their names.  This isn’t working!  No more cheerleaders.  They’re just not bright enough.

PURPLE
But they are so full of energy and bouncy!  You’d think at least one would….

FRED
No more cheerleaders!

PURPLE
Alright, alright.

The purple tentacle glances over to notice Sandy strapped to a table.

PURPLE
What about her?

FRED
Accident.

Sandy is too shocked and scared to even move or speak.

PURPLE
She’s a cheerleader.

FRED
I’m aware.

PURPLE
So……no more cheerleaders after her or is there a clause in there somewhere…..?

FRED
Purple, get out.

PURPLE
Alright, I’m just making sure I understand this.

The tentacle hops out of the main room.

FRED
We’re almost there, shouldn’t be too much longer.

SANDY
This is crazy!

FRED
Thanks, I like to try the impossible.

Sandy wiggles forcefully until her straps loosen and she slips out of the table.  She takes off running into the next room of the lab.  Fred just stands there doing nothing.

SANDY
Somebody help!!

She runs towards a large steel door in the lab to escape but the purple tentacle jumps in front of it in her way.  Sandy skids and falls down to the ground, afraid.

PURPLE
You’ll never get out!.......I mean…..ahem…..

The tentacle puffs up and in a loud, deeper, 1950’s movie trailer voice exclaims over her.

PURPLE
You’ll never escape from our evil laboratory ha ha ha!

FRED
Purple get back to work.  She can’t open the door, just keep an eye on her.

PURPLE
Oh……right….i know…..i was just….

Sandy starts to cry and looks back at Fred, she is still on the floor.  Fred has since turned around unphased.



FRED
Just have some patience my dear.  Soon you’ll be hooked up to my machine getting your pretty brains sucked out.

SANDY
You’ll never get away with this!  Dave and his friends will rescue me!

FRED
Kids these days.  We’ll see if Mr. Generic Name shows up.  Purple, mop up the floor where her face leaked please.

Sandy continues to cry on the floor.

EXT. Forest.  Night.  Two cars are driving along the road.  Barren trees go by as the area is lit by the full moon.  The first car contains Dave, Wendy, Michael, Bernard, and Jeff.  Second car has Syd and Razor.

RAZOR
This is crazy awesome!  What if we become famous for solving this kidnapping?  We could easily get a record deal!  I can hear it now, Razor of the totally popular band the Scumettes helps apprehend kidnappers.  Green cheerleader kidnappers.

SYD
Sounds like a great album title.

RAZOR
Oh my god you’re right…you got a pen in here?

Cut to Dave’s car.

DAVE
We’re almost there.  I really hope she’s okay.

WENDY
This article says they had a son too.  Wonder if he’s involved in this as well.

BERNARD
I wouldn’t be surprised.  These kinds of families have a tendency to work as one.

MIKE
As long as you know what you’re doing Dave.  I don’t want to bust in there and find the Mansons.

Dave’s eyes look back in slight nervousness for a moment and then turn back to the road.

JEFF
It’s dark….

BERNARD
Brilliant observation Jeffery.  It does indeed get dark at night.

DAVE
Well I don’t care who is in there, we are getting Sandy back tonight.

Wendy has her notes up in front of her studying the photo of the mansion.

WENDY
Mansion looks huge.  Shame they don’t build things like that anymore.  Must’ve cost a fortune.

DAVE
Doesn’t look like it anymore.  I think we’re here.

Wendy’s article of the mansion is pulled down to reveal the same image but of the real house.  It has since become very run down and unkempt.  Clouds begin moving in as the cars slowly pull up to the outer broken down rusty fence.  Dave looks hesitant but takes a breath to steady himself.

DAVE
Ready?

Michael has his camera pointed at the mansion, the reflection showing in the lens.  He lowers his camera.

MIKE
So….creepy…

INT.Syd’s car.

RAZOR
So exciting!

SYD
Settle down.  I’m sure Wednesday and Pugsley will be ecstatic you stopped over.

Razor gives an annoyed pouty face to Syd.
Everyone gets out of their cars and walk to the entrance of the gate.  The group stays close together, the moon shines over them all.  The mailbox in the front yard is slapped by the long blades of grass blowing around it.

WENDY
This is definitely the place.

DAVE
Alright, these maniacs have Sandy and since the police won’t help us, I’m taking things into my own hands.  I can’t thank you enough for helping me.  I’d do the same for you.  I owe you.  The time for backing out is ove----

Bernard gives a girlish scream and tries to run back to the cars.  He is stopped in his tracks by Razor.

RAZOR
Woah!  Where do you think you’re going, Brainy?

BERNARD
Ah….I….well…you see.

DAVE
Bernard, I can’t believe you’re going to book like that!  This is Sandy we’re talking about.  All the times I’ve stuck up for you, rode you home, lied about your bed wetting…

Bernard blushes at the mention in embarrassment, Razor looks at him amused.

DAVE
And you aren’t going to help me get my girl back?

BERNARD
I….I….sigh….you’re right.  I’m sorry.  It’s just….this is such a frightening endevour.

RAZOR
Awwww, is widdle Nardy scared?

DAVE
Razor.  Just stick with me Bernard.  The faster we find Sandy the faster we can leave.

Michael is looking at a sign hung on the fence, taking a photo.

MIKE
“Trespassers will be horribly mutated.”  See Bernard, nothing to worry about.

Bernard makes a small nervous noise.

DAVE
Enough wasting time, let’s go check out this house.

The group walks up the pathway to the house.  Various shots of the house and property are shown very ominously.  Someone’s hand is seen on a higher windowsill looking outside.  The group makes it to the front porch and Dave gets a sense of the surroundings and tries the door.

DAVE
Locked.  That’s not surprising.

SYD
Just gonna walk right in the front door?

DAVE
They probably wouldn’t expect it and to be honest I don’t care.  I just want to find Sandy.

Dave rubs the dirt and grime away from a window to peer inside but can’t see much.

DAVE
Maybe there’s another way in.  Wendy, you and Michael go check around back and see what you can find.  We’ll keep looking up here.

MIKE
Sure, If we can get in we’ll come open the door.  If not, we’ll meet you back here and keep looking.

The two leave together and make their way around the side of the house.

WENDY
This feels wrong.

MIKE
You’re a reporter, wrong is usually where the story is.

WENDY
True.

MIKE
Besides, if anything attacks us I’ll just throw you in front of it.

WENDY
Hey!

Michael gives a small laugh as Wendy smiles.
On the front porch, the others are searching around looking for anything to help enter the home.  Behind bushes, in the mailbox, around the door, under the windows, etc.
Jeff continues to just stand in one spot staring at the moon, not doing anything.  The group comes up with nothing.

DAVE
Looks like we’re waiting for Wendy and Mike.  I don’t know how to pick a lock either.

RAZOR
Hmmm, I wonder….when I was younger I was out late most nights and my mom would put a key out for me…….

She bends down and lifts up the welcome mat revealing a key.

RAZOR
Ah-ha!

BERNARD
She would leave a key out like that!?  You realize that raised the percentage of likelihood of someone breaking into your home and…and….

The group just stares at Bernard.

BERNARD
….never mind….

SYD
And what was Miss Razor doing out so late?

RAZOR
I’ll show you later.

She winks and they both smile at each other.

DAVE
Alright guys, not now.  Give me the key.

He puts the key in the door and clicks it open, the door opens with a creak.

DAVE
Okay, everyone be quiet.

INT.Mansion.  The group enters quietly.  The only sound heard is a ticking grandfather clock.  There are three doors and a large staircase, photos and shadows and dust cover most all other surfaces.

SYD
---whistles---  Not bad.

RAZOR
I’m so buying this place when this is all over.

DAVE
Wow, looks like we may have a lot of ground to cover.  Syd, Razor, you wanna start looking upstairs while me and Bernard look around down here?

RAZOR
Sure thing!

DAVE
Alright Jeff, that’ll give….Jeff?

Jeff is still standing outside on the porch staring at the moon.  Dave pokes his head out of the front door.

DAVE
Ummmm, Jeff?

JEFF
I wonder if it really is made of cheese.

DAVE
Uh…Jeff…buddy…you think you could stay here in case Wendy and Michael come back so you can tell them we’re right in here on the first floor?

JEFF
No problem-o man.

DAVE
Great, thanks.

Dave watches Jeff for a moment, very confused before going back inside.  Jeff continues to stare at the moon.

DAVE
Jeff is going to watch for the others.  We’ll meet up with you guys upstairs as soon as we check down here.

SYD
Good luck.

The group separates.  Dave and Bernard go to the farthest door and Syd motions for Razor to start up the stairs.

SYD
After you.

They start their walk up the stairs into the unknown as the camera pans over to a gargoyle statue sitting on the end of the banister.

EXT.Mansion backyard.  Open garage with the Edsel in it and a closed gate leading inside.
Wendy is trying to open the gate while Michael is examining the car.

MIKE
This is such a crazy looking car.  Can’t believe they still have one of these.  Pretty nice condition too.

WENDY
It’s not really that old.  But it does look nice, pretty much exactly the same as the picture in the article.

Michael continues taking pictures of the car and looks underneath.

MIKE
Woah.  Looks like this has rockets on it.  Those didn’t come standard back then did they?  What would they need those for?

WENDY
I can’t imagine.  Can you come help me with this!  We’ll never help Dave if we can’t get this damn lock ope----

Wendy struggles hard with all her might and finally the lock gives way, just about knocking her down in the process.


WENDY
Ah, finally!

She opens the gate to a patio with an in ground pool that is a color unseen with who knows what floating in it.  The water has a slight glow to it and a chair floats in the middle deteriorating.  Wendy covers her mouth from the putrid smell emanating from the pool.

WENDY
Oh my god that stinks.  That’s the sickest thing I’ve ever seen.

MIKE
Looks almost radioactive.  Wanna go for a swim?

WENDY
That’s disgusting!  Don’t touch it, your fingers might melt off.  Ugh, I can’t stand this, let’s go let Dave in.

MIKE
Hope this is the worst of it.

They carefully open the patio door and sneak into the house.  A rotted human hand floats by in the pool.

EXT.Front porch.  Jeff still standing outside.

JEFF
I’m thirsty.  Wonder what they have to nosh.

He goes inside the house but doesn’t see anyone and chooses the first door he sees.  This leads him to the kitchen.
INT.Kitchen.  Dark and shadowy with moonlight coming in through the window above the sink.  There is a long counter with a microwave, stove, sink, and a refrigerator at the end.  Blood and handprints cover the walls and streak the counter.  Knives and a chainsaw hang on the wall.  The faucet is dripping.

JEFF
Gnarly.

He follows the counter and sees the fridge and smiles.

JEFF
Fridge.

Opening the fridge, he discovers cheese, Pepsi, ketchup bottles, and old batteries.

JEFF
Looks like my fridge.

He picks up the Pepsi and begins drinking, he shuts the fridge door revealing Edna standing there.  She has mutated and looks more like a zombie than human.

JEFF
AHH!

He spits out the soda and drops the can onto the floor.

EDNA
And just what the hell are you doing here?

JEFF
Ah….ah….the moon made me thirsty!

Jeff is backed up against the wall with nowhere to go.

EDNA
This is my house, it’s private property.  You trespassing kids will never learn will you.

JEFF
Ummmm…ahhhh….I was just….I left my couch on…I have to go

EDNA
You aren’t going anywhere!  Just one more for the cause.  You can rot in the dungeon.

JEFF
Dungeon?

Edna slowly advances closer to Jeff.

EDNA
Such a shame too, you’re kinda cute.

She caresses his chest with her finger, Jeff is shaking.

EDNA
Cuter if you were tied to my bed….

She laughs an evil laugh as her shadow grows over a scared Jeff quickly overtaking him.  The kitchen door slams shut as the camera pans backwards away from it in silence.

INT.Second floor.  Art Room.  A bowl of wax sits on a table in the middle of the room and the walls are covered with various paintings, some unfinished, most disturbing.

SYD
Nice art….I think.

RAZOR
Got quite a fascination with meteors and tentacles.

The paintings show scared women, meteors, and tentacles dressed in different outfits.

RAZOR
So…weird…

SYD
I’ll get you one for Christmas.  I want to check out the room across the hall.

They walk across the hall to the only other room on the landing at the top of the stairs.  It is a music room with a large piano, record player, and a television in the corner.

RAZOR
Oh….awesome.

SYD
Now this is a room I could spend some serious time in.

RAZOR
This is what we need.  I’ve always wanted a piano like this.

Syd starts looking at the record player and records.  Razor runs her fingers over the keys of the piano.

RAZOR
We could write some really melodic tunes with thi----

She stops immediately with a disgusted look on her face.  She lifts her hand up from the keys with a strong of some sort of goo that looks like blood.


SYD
What?

RAZOR
Ugh, the keys are all sticky…with…..blood or something.

SYD
Blood?  Maybe it’s just spilled juice.

RAZOR
I don’t know……maybe…..hopefully.

She rubs her fingers together slowly.

SYD
As much as I love this room, Sandy obviously isn’t in here.

He gently pulls Razor with him to exit the room but jump in fright as the television turns itself on.  Static fills the room.  They look at one another scared and confused before a commercial begins for a publishing company.  A balding man in a vest behind a small desk begins to speak quickly in a fashion like an infomercial.

SELLER
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The commercial ends and the television goes static for a minute before turning off.  Razor and Syd are spooked.

SYD
Did you bump something?

RAZOR
No….did you?

SYD
Not that I know of.

RAZOR
That’s all we need, a haunted house.

SYD
Just remember that record deal.  Let’s keep looking around.

Razor manages a small smile and they leave the room back into the hallway.  They stand in front of a large, metal security door.

SYD
Now we just have to get through this thing.

RAZOR
That is one serious door.

SYD
I’ve seen these.  Security doors.  Mostly use them in banks and stuff.

RAZOR
Or to hide a bunch of kidnappings.  I mean, why else would you need a door like this?

The two feel around the door, searching it up and down.

RAZOR
There’s no lock or keypad.  How’re we supposed to open it?

SYD
No clue, I wonder how thick….

Syd pushes the door and it noisily opens, he falls facefirst through the doorway and onto the floor.

SYD
….it is.

RAZOR

Huh, maybe not as serious as I thought.

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