INT. CHINA MOBILE, LOBBY MORNING The glistening morning sun radiates China Mobiles chic lobby.

. A polished tile flooring sheens with inlaid ripples extending outward from the lustering leather soles of XI GUOHUA, 62. He is peering down at himself, smiling-- grinning from ear to ear, standing bent over in the middle of a shimmering sea of a corporate empire, surrounded by CAPITAL GUPPIES. REVERSE ANGLE: Xi rises. TIM COOK, 53, stands directly across from Xi. His hands are pressed together in the center of his chest. He too is smiling. Tims assistant KITTY, 26, lumpy, leans into Tims ear. She looks down at Xi. She resumes a pleasant smile. TIM Its an honor toThe smile suddenly drops from Xis face. His students mimic. Xi reaches deep into his pockets-- deep enough to question how deep ones pockets can really go. He slowly reveals sleek, black box in the palm of his hand. A VIBRATING SAMSUNG GALAXY S4. Tim cant believe his eyes. Xi widens his gaze, taunting Cook with a silent display of superiority. Xi takes his finger and slowly slides his finger across the screen to answer the call. TIM WAIT! Xi freezes. His guppies chatter in reserve. Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzzzzt. Tim is floored. Now his cellphone is ringing. He panics. Kitty whispers into his ear. He disagrees. Xi turns to his most faithful follower, HAN. XI:

XI (in Chinese) Just out of curiosity does this actually Mean something? Or have some of the few Remaining bits of your brain just evaporated? HAN (in Chinese) He is putting on quite a display of Generosity, sir. Xi nods. Bzzzt. XI Are you answer, Steve? Kitty whispers into Tims ear. He brushes her away. Bzzzt. I-TIM No, no. Im Tim. His successor.

XI OOOH. Success. Yes. Xi turns to his bobbling guppies, appeased to success. Bzzzt. TIM Excuse me. XI Hokay, Steve. Tim walks over to a corner of the lobby. He hastily answers his phone. TIM (into phone) Cook. XI (O.S.) rook me (hysterical laugher) rook me some eggs. Steve. Tim turns around to find Xi on his cellphone, laughing like hyena. TIM:

TIM Alright, alrightXI We rot you. We rot Steve! The Guppies burst in a round of applause for Xi. TIM Its Tim. You got me. Really clever. Xi is red in the face. KITTY HIS NAME IS TIM. T. I. M. Mr. Cook. Tim Cook. HE ISNT STEVE. No, STEVE! Xi and his Guppies are stunned. KITTY (to Tim) He thinks youreTIM I get that. Han says something in Chinese causing Xi to snort. XI Ok. Partner Rim. We make cellphones not Chi-t-cha-t. Come. (to Kitty) No you. No. TIM Shouldnt we settle down to discussXI Dirust what, Rim? See with eyes, Rim. See withTIM No, no I get that. I justBzzzzt. XI Rim. Tim looks to Xi. He isnt holding anything. Bzzzzt.

XI Rim. Come. Xi begins to lead Tim through two large stainless doors, leading into the factory beyond. Tim reaches into his pocket to grab his phone. He tries to answer without Xi seeing. TIM (whispering) Cook. VOICE (V.O.) Herro, Rim FADE OUT.