Below, a colossal, cigar-shaped rock coasts through space. It
barrels through an asteroid field, pulverizing anything in
its way. Chunks fracture from its petrous facade -- REVEALING
-- patches of flawless, shiny-black alloy. The hull of a
vessel lies beneath. This is one big fucking spaceship.
It approaches a planet and coasts into a low orbit. Below are
light blue oceans and tan landmasses. -- SUDDENLY -- the
bottom of the ship opens, and beams of grainy blue light
emanate to the oceans below. The beams vacuum water up into
the ship -- NOW -- instant acceleration - out into space.
TOWARD...
MUSIC CUE: Some weird-ass-ethereal space orchestration.
Providential in tone. Mass with LSD-laced Sacrament is the
vibe.
-- HOLY SHIT -- a MEGASTRUCTURE -- one blueish semi-
transparent shell encapsulates... another planet? -- the ship
approaches. -- CLOSING IN -- the shell is comprised of
perfectly adjoined tiles, which create a truncated
icosidodecahedron - beautiful decagons, hexagons, and squares
perfectly arranged form the aquamarine shell -BREATHTAKING-
Off in the distance, something takes shape -- FOR FUCKS SAKE -
- it’s a black hole.
-- THEN -- THRUMMM!! -- the thing sharts out a bunch of grey
dusty debris -- source unknown -- NOW -- smaller black holes
materialize around the shell -- these suck up the shart
debris like Hoovers, resulting in hundreds of funnel clouds --
mega-tornadoes in space. The debris spins in the center of
each black hole. A gray ball forms -- THEN -- I shit you not -
- the balls turn red and fade away like some apparition...
However... the laws of physics persevere. Information is
never lost; it’s only transformed. Something was manufactured
- translucent, egg-like objects eject from the black hole.
Green goo sloshes inside, as they wriggle like water balloons
that don’t freeze in the vacuum of space. The eggs descend,
passing through the MEGASTRUCTURE - the ship pursues.
The planet below is hidden behind dense dark clouds. The ship
matches its descent with the gargantuan, city-size eggs.
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Thousands of these eggs, each holding trillions of tons of
goo.
-- WOH -- the ship emits a stream of particles, nano-tech...
It looks like the most enormous swarm of gnats ever - the
swarm moves with intelligence and purpose. It attacks the
eggs. One by one, the eggs burst, releasing town-sized
chunks of falling green goo.
The goo enters the lower atmosphere, where a strange
phenomenon occurs. The Jet Stream rips the chunks into
smaller droplets, making the sky nothing but a green haze.
The ship breaks through the dense clouds and the planet
finally reveals itself... A single purple/blue ocean -- a
water world.
-- WAIT FOR IT... -- SPLASH -- green drops pelt the ocean
with the force of a billion hail storms, covering every
square inch.
SUPER: EARTH 3.6 BILLION YEARS AGO -- DIRECTED PANSPERMIA -
THE SEEDS OF LIFE ARE PLANTED
Before smacking the ocean, the ship yaws paralell to the
surface -- THEN -- rockets toward the horizon and circles the
planet in low orbit -- FASTER -- FASTER -- above, all
evidence of the aquamarine megastructure disappears. Below,
the surface rapidly changes. Landmasses appear and move, the
continents become familiar, plant life takes over, and ice
conquers the planet.
--represents the passage of time
-- NOW -- like a bullet, the ship fires back out into space.
The strange “sister planet” is gone... in its place is the
Moon. The ship zooms around to the dark side of the moon and
parks where it remains.
MUSIC CUE: “Brain Damage” (Verse 4-5) by Pink Floyd
Cha-Ching! Synch fee. Apologies, I do have music cues, yes. If you
don’t like them, use a Sharpie and redact them. I know there is a
budget, and the Producer will say, “Pink Floyd? Fuck no!” The music
mainly sets the vibe for this crazy beast. OK, Allons - Fuckin’ -Y.
Roger Waters’ iconic voice sets the tone... The lunatic is in
my head. The lunatic is in my head...
-- SLOWLY -- a portion of the ship’s rocky exterior separates
like a huge sunroof -- INSIDE -- is...
-- HOLY CACA! -- a Garden of Eden the size of Florida --
untouched, pristine.
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Beautiful alien plant life, mountains, rivers, herds of alien
animals running free, it is -- JAW DROPPING, PERFECT -- a
complete habitat lies within this spaceship.... -- FUCKING
BONKERS!
In the middle of this paradise, something hovers a meter off
the grassy ground -- a big green... uhhh... thing. A blob
about 5m tall -- Nope, correction -- this thing is more than
a blob. IT BEATS, LIKE A HEART, IT IS ALIVE -- SUDDENLY --
it emits blinding, neon-green light, preventing further
inspection.
As the GREEN-HEART-MONSTER lights up, the song ends, and its
final line resonates -- “I'll see you on the dark side of the
moon.”
END MUSIC CUE
END TEASER
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ACT I
A story unfolds - it begins as a blurry reflection off of a
dark cobalt watery canvas -- Moving in, it becomes clearer.
Genres:
["Science Fiction","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
2 -
Chaos in the Cargo Bay
EXT. SPACE - CIGAR SHIP
A quick look for reference.
INT. CIGAR SHIP - CARGO BAY
Only DRAMATIC SCORE plays throughout the bizarre scene.
- A huge BAY, bustling with activity - ten stories of
spiraling catwalks above. Viewports reveal space outside --
100s of human-like people with radiant-gold skin and bright
green eyes scurry about the bay. Their anxiety is palpable;
something is wrong.
- On a CATWALK, 1000 or more small, wispy, GREEN-GHOSTLIKE-
ENTITIES float in a line like they are waiting to get into a
concert.
- One GOLD MAN stands at the front - he scans them, one by
one - each scan triggers a conveyor which raises a POD - it
opens -- REVEALING -- an unconscious gold person - a green
ghost enters the body - it animates then saunters off... then
the next and the next...
- Three gold people, A WOMAN and TWO MEN, sit atop the bay.
They don unique robes with alien insignia, which likely
signifies leadership. Their conversation seems essential.
- Something grabs their attention -- a SUSPICIOUS MAN below.
They seem to recognize him. The three appear to be
communicating a plan. The woman barks orders; no doubt she is
in charge. They split up.
- The two men sprint out of the bay down a corridor. The
woman draws a weapon and follows the suspicious man. He
stops, looks back at her, and smiles. He holds up a small
spherical object. She yells and gestures for all to evacuate.
- She inputs something into a hologram emanating from her
palm. It initiates forcefields that seal the bay, trapping
most inside. Silent screams, chaos...
- The two men run back to the entrance and struggle through
the fleeing crowd. They see the woman through the
forcefield. She glances back and mouths, “I love you” to
one. He falls to his knees, screaming “NO!!”
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She sprints toward the madman and tackles him. The little
pebble-like sphere trickles from his fingers and rolls off.
It opens and releases a 2D black circle the size of a large
coin -- it floats up and hovers 10 meters off the ground.
-- FLASH -- in an instant, everything is sucked in -- metal,
people, ghosts - all mashed and pinned to the circle - frozen
in time -- THEN -- it all turns red and fades away.
- Only the black circle and space remain on that side of the
forcefield.
- The two men look into the void. One weeps, the other
consoles. They stare at the singularity. It stares back,
taunting them, bouncing slightly - left and right... up and
down... a tiny POLKA-DOT-OF-DEATH
Genres:
["Science Fiction","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
3 -
Father-Son Operatives: A Morning of Preparation
INT. KEMP’S BEDROOM - DAY
Easing back -- the same watery canvas - a dark cobalt iris --
an eye -- a man’s face takes shape. KEMP ALBURN (50, Black-
British) is a muscular, rugged Alpha with serious gravitas.
His dark eyes have stories to tell, but his gruff demeanor
says he is not much of a storyteller.
Kemp sits up in bed, puts his face in his palms, rubs his
eyes, and yells out -
KEMP
(Brummie-British-Badass-
Peaky-Blinders accent)
NIN, wake the fuck up you. Have
work today...
NIN
(same badass accent)
Ok Dad, give me a bit, shite....
SUPER: WEST MIDLANDS COUNTY, UK - 2028
NIN, Kemp’s son (mid-20s Black-British), is also a total
badass.
The OLD HOUSE is pretty run-down. It looks like two guys with
little regard for cleanliness live here. It’s a dump.
They meet in the KITCHEN for breakfast and eat like prisoners
- fast, efficient.
NIN (CONT’D)
What’s the job?
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KEMP
Got two. First, we gots a bit of
wet-work for our MI-5 mates.
NIN
Why can’t they do it themselves
this time?
KEMP
Cause they want it done right is
why. We meet at the chopper in 30.
NIN
What’s the other job?
KEMP
For the Americans.
NIN
CIA minges again?
Kemp’s phone dings. Kemp checks.
KEMP
MI-5. Time to strap up.
They head back to KEMP’S ROOM. Kemp slides a big trunk out
from under his bed -- REVEALING -- a shit-ton of guns,
knives, grenades, and badass shit.
MUSIC CUE: “METAL GODS” by Judas Priest
I’m kind of fond of this cue. But again, Sharpie, if you must. But this
is money, folks.
- Kemp puts on black combat pants and a tactical vest -
secures various blades in pockets -- the KNUCKLE KARAMBITS
are the filthiest
- Sounds of zippers and Velcro find the rhythm.
- He removes two handguns, a SIG SAUER P228 and a CZ 75
- Nin puts on his camo combat pants and tactical vest. His
choice of the blade... Two HARPOON PUSH DAGGERS. His gun --
BARETTA 92.
- They place their guns on the desk - side by side
- At otherworldly speed, they tear the guns down - a blur.
- Lay components on a soft towel and clean the parts.
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- Reassemble gun components in unison - like it’s a race --
again, the speed - supernatural.
- The sounds of gun-metal as it engages -- CLICK - CLICK --
synchronized in beautiful rhythm with the music of their
Birmingham brethren -- Judas Priest.
“Mehhhhhtal Gahhds....”
“Mehhhhhtal Gahhds.....”
One hell of a trailer right there, folks. Fuckin’ Idris Elba, Sope
Dirisu, guns, knives; Judas fuckin Priest. I see millions of new
streaming subscriptions. I see us driving new Ferraris to the beach as
we laugh and drink Mai Tai’s. Mr. Elba is there, wearing a diamond-
encrusted speedo made of 24 Karat-Gold... Just Brilliant!!
Genres:
["Action","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
4 -
Mission Briefing: The Hunt for Kassar
EXT. GRASS FIELD - DAY
A Helicopter lands in a field -- Kemp and Nin exit their
RANGE ROVER and are greeted by DAWN (40s) MI5, no doubt about
it.
DAWN
Alright, you brawny Brummies, ready
to take down a terrorist?
KEMP
Would like to finish breakfast. We
be quick about it.
DAWN
Good, he is a nasty one.
DRAMMAD KASSAR, Real name - WILLIAM
CORNCHESTER. Intel has it; he is
planning attacks on schools right
here in the Black Country.
Expat with ties to about every
terrorist organization in the
Middle East and Eastern Europe.
NIN
Oh, fancies himself a big tyma,
does he? Let’s put an end to this
piece of shite.
DAWN
This is his big play to get an
invite from Syria. Let’s nip that
in the bud, shall we boys?
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KEMP
Ar. Enough fartin’ about. Let’s go
do a job.
They hop in the chopper.
Genres:
["Action","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
5 -
Bombs Away: A Darkly Comedic Infiltration
EXT. GRASS FIELD IN THE BLACK COUNTRY - DAY
They land in thick morning fog on a field at the edge of the
forest. A hundred yards out is a lone abandoned TENEMENT.
DAWN
There are 10 guards. Drammad is on
the third floor making the bombs.
Be careful and be quick.
NIN
I am a scalpel, miss, always quick.
I do take my time at other
activities though... Bab.
He winks at her.
KEMP
Ignore Junior; my apologies, miss.
Kemp smiles and gives him a “you’re saft” look.
KEMP (CONT’D)
We are gonna move in from the
north. When I raise my hand, cut
the power.
DAWN
Got it.
Kemp and Nin get night vision goggles and screw on silencers.
Then -- POOF -- they’re gone. Brief snapshots through gaps in
the fog reveal they move at otherworldly speed. They are
already there... impossible. Kemp signals to cut the power --
lights out.
They stand, backs to the door -- pull down night vision and
enter. It’s a turkey shoot. Five men dead in less than four
seconds.
NIN
Clear.
They go up the stairs, where more unlucky bastards have no
chance in hell.
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Nin de-throats one with his HARPOON PUSH DAGGER - No voice
box = No screams - Throws him over the rail -- THUD -- Shakes
throat flesh from dagger in one motion, flinging it towards
potential viewers -- SPLAT --
Blood spattered camera. Shit... vocal chords slowly ooze down
the lens. Barbaric shit here. Dude, this is ancient violence.
Kemp seems content with putting silent bullet holes in men’s
foreheads -- Nin gives a “you’re lazy” shrug -- THEN -- Kemp
pulls his Karambits, one in each hand -- spins them around
his fingers, and does a dance-of-death -- 3 calculated
strides, one snake-like uncoil and two surgical slashes of
two mens’ necks -- Carotids spray like firehouses.
DRAMMAD (50s), a typical dead-eyed weirdo, bursts out of a
room, holding a trigger.
DRAMMAD
(Re: to the trigger)
I will blow this place.
KEMP
Really, you would blow it all up?
That wouldn’t be memorable now,
would it?
Looks to Nin.
KEMP (CONT’D)
Would it, son?
NIN
We are ghosts in the eyes of King
and Country. It will be written up
as some wannabe knobber terrorist
who blew hisself up and shat his
pants.
KEMP
“The Brown Bomber” be the headline.
They laugh hysterically.
NIN
Good one, Pop. You still got it.
So... WILLY, can I call you Willy?
Drammad is arse. I’m gonna call you
Willy... Is that a dead man’s
trigger Willy? Never seen one. We
got a fancy chap here.
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DRAMMAD
Yes, if I let go... boom, we all
die.
NIN
(yells loud)
BOOM!! He says.
Drammad is startled.
NIN (CONT’D)
HAHA! And the bomb, where is the
bomb for that trigger? I don’t see
a bomb. Are you lying to us, Willy?
Kemp laughs and coughs to stop but can’t.
KEMP
Don’t Nin, I am going to pee
myself.
DRAMMAD
Of course, there’s a bomb. It’s in
the room.
NIN
Alright.
Nin goes into the room and returns with the bomb, and two
other smaller bombs.
NIN (CONT’D)
This one is rigged to the trigger?
DRAMMAD
Yes.
NIN
I ran off with the circus when I
was a lad. I wanted to juggle
knives and fire and shit like that.
But jugglin’ bombs... Ace of aces.
Do you mind?
KEMP
(laughing)
You shite, I might have tinkled.
DRAMMAD
Are you saft? You’ll kill us all.
Looks to Kemp; panicked.
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DRAMMAD (CONT’D)
Tell your boy here to stop.
Kemp is too busy laughing to respond. He manages to get out -
KEMP
Let the boy live his dream.
Nin proceeds to toss one bomb up -- catches it -- like a warm-
up. Then he tosses two up and nearly drops one. Drammad is
terrified by these crazy bastards.
NIN
Ok, I think I feel the weight now.
I got it...
He starts to juggle -- stops -- runs at Drammad holding bombs
-- squeezes his hand to secure the trigger -- pushes Drammad,
and bombs through the window -- He explodes right before he
hits the ground. They look down at the mess.
KEMP
You think he fudged hisself?
NIN
Oh... he shat alright. It’s a
shame. He wasn’t even Level 1 boss
material, kinda disappointed pops.
KEMP
Well we gettin paid, ent that
enough? Let’s get back home and see
what the Americans want. Maybe we
meet a last level boss, like a
Bowser.
NIN
Metroid - Mother Brain, that’s a
boss battle.
KEMP
Yeahhh! We play Metroid tonight
after our work is done.
Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
6 -
Breakfast Briefing: A Job with Friends
INT. KEMP'S KITCHEN - DAY
Kemp and Nin sit at the table and finish breakfast, as if
they didn’t like kill a bunch of dudes and blow one up.
KEMP
Next job, simple. Spooks want us to
deliver some dark-net druglord
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NIN
Should be easy. We will need ZAZ
for all the Tor dark-net shit.
KEMP
He is already on his way.
NIN
You know the CIA made the Tor
network, but now they hire out when
they need to find some dodgy fucka.
KEMP
Nobody wants to get their Donnies
dirty anymore. Want deniability, so
they outsource. It’s the American
way.
NIN
Question... What does the CIA want
with a dark-net drug dealer? That’s
feds, not spooks.
KEMP
I learnt not to ask questions and
get paid.
They nod and finish eating -- KNOCK-KNOCK --
Kemp answers the door. A peculiar, short-skinny Welshman
stands at the entrance. ZAZ (late 40s), he looks like he does
not get much sun and gives off the 5-alarm nerd vibe. The
Boba Fett T-shirt being the 5th alarm.
KEMP (CONT’D)
Alright ZAZ. It’s been too long,
mate.
Gives Zaz a bearhug.
ZAZ
(in a discernible Welsh
accent)
KEMP, you ol’ cont uffar. Been too
long it has. Harder to keep track
of time the older we get.
KEMP
Ar ta that, ol’ salty dawgs is what
we are.
They laugh.
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Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
7 -
Unraveling UMBRA
INT. KEMP’S GARAGE - DAY
Zaz has all of his tech set up and ready.
ZAZ
We are on the dark net, folks. It
took a whole one minute. It’s
scary. A sprog can do this. What’s
the market called?
KEMP
God’s Kingdom... gawby.
ZAZ
AHAA, there is lovely. Let’s gander
at all the tasty treats, shall we?
A drug market - God’s Kingdom -- it’s like the Amazon of
drugs with extra flair. Illustrations, cryptic watermarks,
statues of gods. It all gives off this ancient vibe. Oh...
and ahh.... drugs, ya, like every drug ever.
ZAZ (CONT’D)
Quaaludes! They haven’t made those
since the 80s I thought. What is in
a Quaalude anyway? Shit, can I buy
some?
Kemp gives him a “fuck off” look. They examine the market for
clues.
KEMP
That logo there, can you save that
image and open it up bigger?
Zaz nods and opens the image in another window.
KEMP (CONT’D)
That looks pretty familiar. Do you
see it?
ZAZ
I see pearly gates and St. Peter, I
do. It is God’s Kingdom and all.
KEMP
No... not the fuckin gates. There --
zoom in there on that thing.
ZAZ
Sure... one sec... You are right.
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A green wispy UMBRA is on the screen, identical to the ghost
things from Kemp’s dream.
NIN
Go back down. Look.
The admin’s handle is UMBRA, and he signs under the name EA.
KEMP
He wouldn’t be that careless now,
would he?
ZAZ
Oh... my... That is most curious.
How long has it been since ya seen
em?
KEMP
A long, long time... It can’t be
him... selling drugs; that’s
bananas.
NIN
Probably some wannabe nutta. I’m
sure Zaz here has a Boba Fett
handle, but he is not. Are you
Boba Fett Zaz? Are you a... what
are they called? Mandy--
ZAZ
Mandalorian, thank you, and no I am
not Boba fucking Fett. Let me dig a
bit here. Couple hours and I will
have this bloke’s address, phone,
who he is having it off with, and
the size of his Plonker.
END ACT I
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ACT II
Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
8 -
A Fragile Balance
INT. CHIC BATHROOM - DAY
SUPER: FORT COLLINS, COLORADO - 2028
JOHN JONES (45-white) sits atop the throne. He is well
dressed -- black sweater and slacks that appear casual but
reek expensive. His dark cobalt eyes mesmerize.
He removes a small panel from the side of the sink cabinet --
REVEALING -- a small electronic safe -- punches in code.
Inside are black zippered POUCHES, a 9mm HANDGUN, two large
ZIPLOCKS full of what appears to be meth and opiates, and a
PRESCRIPTION BOTTLE labeled “Ambien.”
Chews 2 Ambien.
MUSIC CUE: Maybe some “Bodysnatchers” by Radiohead,
perchance?
QUICK CUTS:
-- Unzips pouch, removes a rubber tourniquet 2 prefilled
syringes.
-- Ties tourniquet with his teeth - bites off syringe cap
-- Nice juicy vein in the antecubital space of arm
-- Needle pierces skin then vein - plunges solution in
-- Rinse and repeat with the second syringe
-- puts everything back into pouch, zips, and drops in
trashcan.
John shows no junkie-like satisfaction. This was simply
business. He pulls down his sleeve and leaves.
END MUSIC CUE
The rest of the HOUSE is quite nice - definitely upper-class.
He enters the KITCHEN, where a young lady greets him.
BETH JONES (15) eats scrambled eggs while her head bobs to
and fro. She misses the mark frequently, based on the egg in
her hair.
Third Breakfast scene. Take that Mr. Gilligan.
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She has wild hair with bits of egg in it. She wears a dirty T-
shirt that reads “FRHS Varsity Lacrosse.”
The beautiful sound of Iron Maiden leaks out of her earbud.
This girl is METAL!
John sits at the table and wipes some egg off her cheek. Beth
takes out her earbud.
JOHN
How is my Beth-Bird this morning?
Beth responds without a customary conversational pause.
BETH
You know that freshman? The only
freshman who made the Varsity
Lacrosse team? BETH JONES. Muah...
Beth points her thumb at herself while arching her back into
the “I am the shit” position.
BETH (CONT’D)
Well, badass, Beth has a big game
on Wednesday. You gonna be there?
JOHN
I wouldn’t miss it.
BETH
Sweet. I be goin’ B-T-B on those
Rocky High fuckers. I’m gonna pick
the biggest chick and shoulder
check her ass to the grass.
John sighs and droops his shoulders in the classic “I have
failed as a parent” manner. He recovers quickly.
JOHN
(calmly)
Let’s slow down a moment. First,
the language... Please, it’s
embarrassing. We had this
discussion. Second, what are the
golden rules again?
Beth looks down in shame.
BETH
(in the “you’re no fun
voice”)
Ok... Ok... No head-butting and no
stick as a weapon.
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JOHN
Good... Good... Together now.
In unison.
JOHN (CONT’D) BETH
No head-butting and no No head-butts and no stick
weaponizing the stick. weaponing.
Beth’s confident body language has devolved into a slouch.
JOHN (CONT’D)
Aunt French will be at the game,
and we are going out for dinner
afterward, so don’t make plans.
BETH
Yeah! She owes me a game of Gin
Rummy. She said I could try to win
back the $20 I owe her. I am ready.
JOHN
Good luck with that. HAHA.
A car horn -- HONK-HONK --
BETH
That’s my ride. Love ya.
JOHN
Love you too. Have a good day. See
ya tonight.
Beth grabs her stuff and runs out.
Genres:
["Drama","Family"]
Ratings
Scene
9 -
Echoes of the Past and Shadows of Urgency
INT. JOHN’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
John clocks -- FRAMED PICTURES -- on a shelf and smiles. One
picture is of him with a beautiful woman wearing a lei. They
have rings on, presumably on a Hawaii honeymoon. John touches
his left ring finger—no ring. The other picture is of him and
a buddy in Europe, looking like Spain or Italy.
He presses on something behind the TV, and the wall pops
open, revealing a... SECRET ROOM -- drugged-out-Batman here
has himself a bat cave...
INSIDE -- a hacker’s wet dream. State-of-the-art tech, like
seven screens going, server cabinet, and a bunch of other
networking equipment. He boots his stack and... HOLY WALTER
WHITE -- The screens are filled with all types of shady-ass
shit. Crypto trading, drug markets, and one particular market
is front and center... God’s Kingdom.
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John enters his credentials to access God’s Kingdom. His
username is ‘UMBRA.’
The screen is full of druuggas. Handles like Walter-White’s-
Blue, Tuco’s-Tamales... Breaking Bad handles seem to be
popular. Meth, Coke, Molly, Pills, you name it. And yes...
Quaaludes.
John checks a crypto wallet -- it reads ‘XMR Balance
638700.51 = $100,200,232 USD’
-- HOLY-ELON-MUSK-CACA!! --
A call comes in. John puts in his earpiece, confirms
encryption, and then answers.
FRANCESCA MAXWELL, a Quantum Engineer, appears on the screen.
She goes by FRENCH (late 30s-African-American/White). She
wears thick black glasses and gives off a nerdy-very-sexy
vibe.
FRENCH
Hey, how is your day going?
JOHN
So far, so good. Beth left for
school.
FRENCH
The game is Wednesday at 5,
correct?
JOHN
Yup. And she wants to get back her
money after that.
FRENCH
Good luck to her. HA!
French gets serious.
FRENCH (CONT’D)
Have you seen the news about the
instability in Russia? It’s
starting. It won’t be long now. We
need to move. Soon.
JOHN
I know FRENCH, it’s not easy, you
know, for many reasons. Soon,
promise. Hell, it could be today if
I get wild hair.
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FRENCH
Ok. And THE KID... he can’t wait
much longer. We need him.
JOHN
I know, I know. Please tell me it
is working before I promise
anything.
FRENCH
Oh ya, it’s working. Yup...
JOHN
I am not hearing confidence.
Based on his tone, John seems a tad anxious.
FRENCH
Well, we can only test it on
animals. Duh. The last five
primates were a success. The kinks
are out; it’s ready.
JOHN
Okay, keep perfecting it. I trust
you with my life, sweetie, and I
know you got this.
FRENCH
Does he know about this? About
where he is going?
JOHN
Yes, he does, and he is okay with
it. He turned out pretty good in
the end. It’s been 30 years now,
and considering where he started,
he did fine.
John tears up a bit about this person, presumably leaving
them.
JOHN (CONT’D)
I don’t have much to do today. A
road trip to Greeley may help put
things to rest. Like you said, make
peace with the past.
FRENCH
You do what you have to do. It is
ready whenever you are.
A perfect Colorado day, not a cloud in the high skies. A long
stretch of lonely highway below -- THEN -- a fancy PORSCHE
SUV zooms by.
INSIDE -- John drives, sporting some dope-ass RAY-BAN
AVIATORS. He scrolls through Spotify on his Nav-Screen,
chooses a 90s metal mix, and turns it up loud.
John stares at the eastern plains while headbanging to Type O
Negative.
-- The Porsche traverses the highway below...
Buckle up bitches!! Time to indoctrinate.
BEGIN FLASHBACK
Genres:
["Action","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
11 -
Joyride of Shadows
EXT. NORTH-EASTERN COLORADO - EMPTY HIGHWAY - DAY
The same stretch of lonely highway below, same cloudless
skies above -- THEN -- VROOOM!! -- A late 80s BLACK CAMARO,
hauling ass.
SUPER: NORTHERN COLORADO - 1997
INT. CAMARO - CONTINUOUS
Three young men on a joyride, drinking Olympia Gold cheap-ass
beer.
The driver, DAVE YUN (20, Korean-American) -- has a handsome,
disarming face and gives off this goofy-ass vibe in a good
way. He is a second-generation Korean-American and grew up in
Greeley, the Redneck capital of Colorado, one of three Asian
kids in town.
DAVE
JOHN, chalk me up a fattie, bro.
JOHN JONES (18) sits in the back. Young John is a bit rawer,
dirty, and unkept, and he has mean amber eyes, like a dog’s
eyes when it is raised to fight.
John takes a big bag of crank out of his 90s flannel shirt,
grabs a geode slice off the seat, and starts making lines
like a pro. He SNORTS his first, then hands the geode and a
rolled-up $20 to Dave. Dave accepts, and like a master, he
SNORTS his without taking his foot off the pedal or eyes off
the road.
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JOHN
Sorry JASPER, didn’t offer you one.
Shit, take the bag.
John tosses the bag to the young man in the passenger seat,
JASPER GNIEWEK (19, Ginger). It’s Chucky!! Not a good-looking
kid, not hygienic -- greasy ass mop-top under a ball cap, a
patchy red beard, and creepy gray eyes.
JOHN (CONT’D)
We have to get to my dad’s. He
wants us to clean for the cartel
heavy-hitter coming tonight.
DAVE
Pedal to the metal bitches!!
JOHN
DAVE. You gonna be good? No twitchy
trigger finger, right?
Dave looks flustered and frustrated by the remark.
DAVE
Dude, that was a long time ago.
Yes. I am good... Shit.
JASPER
Dude, it was 2 weeks ago.
JOHN
I don’t like scrubbing brains off
walls, Dave. It’s fucking nasty.
Dave is visibly upset now. He is defensive about this
subject.
DAVE
Fuck, it was an accident, let it
go. Fuck! I thought he was
reaching for that gun, dude. I
didn’t murder him. I fucked up!
JASPER
What gun? The guy was pulling his
tightie-whities out of his ass
crack bro?
DAVE
Bro, it was his shooting hand; you
know what that means?
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JASPER
No, dumbass, I don’t know what the
fuck that means. Unless it means he
had an itchy ass crack, then ok,
ya.
Dave’s face is red. Awkward silence. He takes some deep
breaths and approaches the subject from a different angle.
DAVE
You wanna know what really went
down bitches?
Dave is high as a kite and makes things a bit more colorful.
Avoidance, no doubt.
In the most offensive Asian accent.
DAVE (CONT’D)
Soo dis waat rreerry happen. I do
some of dat tastee tastee meth and
I went ninja mode -- nun-chucked
dat drooods aasss.
JOHN
Bro, there were no nun-chucks, just
your 9mm and the dude’s head
exploding like a fucking
watermelon. I have nightmares
fucker.
JASPER
You do? I don’t. Was fuckin’ cool.
DAVE
Ohh yesh dere-werrrr nunna-chuckas.
And me had herrp from -- my friends
-- Mr. Miyagi, Chow Yun Fat, Jackie
muthafuckin Chan and... Jean Claude
Van Damme.
JOHN
Hold on... Jean Claude Van Damme is
not Chinese dumbass, he is French
or somethin’. And you’re not
fucking Chinese either... You’re
Korean, and you know like... 2
Korean words? ... Do they even have
Karate in Korea?
JASPER
That would be Taekwondo John... And
want to point out that Mr. Van
Damme is Belgian.
(MORE)
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JASPER (CONT’D)
Belgians shave their pits - take
baths... The French are the dirty
people.
Dave and John nod in agreement with Jasper’s know-it-all
assessment. They turn up the music -- Type O Negative.
Dave puts the pedal to the metal and they all rock out 90’s
style. Head-banging and the lost art of air guitar are both
on display in all of their glory.
From the road -- VROOM!! -- the Camaro speeds right by,
kicking up litter in its wake -- it bullets far off in the
distance... We remain while bear cans bounce on the asphalt.
Genres:
["Action","Crime","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
12 -
Chaos at the Jones Compound
EXT. JONES COMPOUND - DAY
The Camaro speeds down dirt roads toward a 7-foot tall fence,
topped in barbed wire, surrounding a large compound.
Basically, a house, 4-5 mobile homes scattered football
fields apart, rusted-out train cars, and acres of dirt. Oh,
and a big pen where two black bears reside. Tiger-King-style.
The Camaro stops at the front gate. John waves his arm out
the window at a camera posted above.
INT. JONES HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
John’s father, BILL JONES (late 50s), watches his son wave on
a black and white monitor.
OH MY... Bill looks like... shit... A mix between the poor
man’s Tom Cruise and Charlie Manson. He is maybe 5’5” and has
crazy cross-eyes. Though, Bill’s ambiance is neither Cruise
nor Manson-like... it’s DUMBASS-METH-HEAD-PERV.
The boys enter the HOUSE, and John makes a B-line for the
fridge -- grabs three beers, hands one to Jasper, and holds
one out for Dave. Dave ignores - and walks right by -- down
the hall. Dave enters a BEDROOM. On the door is a handwritten
sign -- “DAVE YUN - ADULT PRODUCTIONS” -- Dave is a naughty
boy.
A small room with three twin beds pushed together in the
middle, a COSTUME AREA, lighting, and an EDITING STATION with
a couple of VCRs and TAPES. A bunch of INDUSTRY STANDARD
EQUIPMENT is peppered about the room as well.
Pride exudes from his face. He looks serious and focused.
This is not like some pervs sex den; he put a ton of work
into this. It isn’t just a porn studio to Dave. Looks like he
fancies himself an artist.
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He picks up items with his bare hands and places them in a
bin. He tidies up the costume area, highlighted by...
- FORREST GUMP’S WHITE SUIT AND SHOOOOES
- MARTY MCFLY’S DENIM JACKET/ORANGE VEST ENSEMBLE
- ARNIE’S LEATHER TERMINATOR OUTFIT
- A MAN AND A WOMAN’S SUIT with ID BADGES that read “XXX-
FILES-AGENT PUSSY” “XXX-FILES-AGENT POUNDER”
-- last is the centerpiece --
- A fucking VELOCIRAPTOR COSTUME, spread eagle with a
wonderful CROTCH-HOLE.
Hold on... Only one dinosaur costume... please, there has to
be at least one more... Nope. Only one. GOOD GOD! BUDGET
ISSUES, I PRAY.
The production area has VHS TAPES with hand-written titles;
The Sperminator, Boink to the Future, The XXX-Files, Forest
Hump, and... FOR FUCK’S SAKE -- Whore-Ass-Lick Park.
There is a lot to unpack here... Take your time... Good... Good...
Where you see problems, I see $$. Done? OK >>ALLONS-FUCKIN’-Y>>
Dave’s CHIHUAHUA runs in to greet him, -- BARK - BARK -- he
picks her up and gives her a kiss.
DAVE
(baby talk voice)
Hey there, my little SPORTY SPICE.
Ohhh, you have been pooping in the
house. Haaahh-vent you? Haaah-vent
you? You sneaky minx.
BILL (O.C.)
Dave, get your ass out here. Got
business. Your Gono-rrheeea den
can wait!
Dave makes his way out to the living room and sees John and
Jasper standing attention. Bill looks ridiculous, with his
back arched like a tiny general. Dave falls in line.
BILL (CONT’D)
Boys... we got a VIP coming. This
man is cartel-connected - can take
3 pounds a month off our hands.
Gotta do some work. First, ...
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Bill PAUSES || .... REWINDS << a touch... then PLAYS >
Maybe like some neurological issues going on here? He is a
twitchy motherfucker.
BILL (CONT’D)
Firstly, first... we need to clean
our kitchen, want it like...
like... Betty Crocker could bake
cookies in there. Want steel and
glass to shine like a ... like a...
like a... Mermaid’s butthole. Get
it?
Based on the confused looks, they don’t. And the fact Bill
does a creepy fish/duck-hybrid face isn’t helping anybody’s
comprehension here.
Oh yes... Bill definitively has meth-brain. He nailed the
first simile, then... splat... Give him credit for so
bravely jumping into the tenor, eyes closed. If only he could
land the elusive vehicle...
BILL (CONT’D)
First... cause it’s important...
Dave...
|| Blank stare............... --NOW... >
BILL (CONT’D)
Dave... Second, nobody will be
shooting nobody tonight. No killing
anyone. I had to cut the bastard
up with the chainsaw and feed him
to the bears - shit-heel.
Dave nods -- Bill seems satisfied -- Then Dave opens his
fucking mouth.
DAVE
Ya, unless he draws, of course.
JOHN JASPER
He was pulling his undies out The guy had an itchy crack
of his butt dude!! bro! A bad wipe is all.
Bill looks pissed -- he takes three steps toward Dave --
plants his hands on Dave’s shoulders -- creates a wide base
for balance -- swings his leg back then forward, leading with
the knee -- BONE, MEET BALLS -- perfect contact between
Patella and Testicles. It must have felt like a home run off
the bat.
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Dave falls to the ground, grunting. Bill looks stunned and
points to his kneecap.
BILL
I can still feel both balls on my
knee... That was perfection,
boys... OOOWEEE!!
Dave’s eyes well up with tears, tears of shame. He closes his
eyes...
Genres:
["Comedy","Crime","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
13 -
Paranoia and Punchlines
INT. SMITH HOUSE - BILL’S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
SUPER: 2 WEEKS AGO
Bill and a MAN (50’s) stand having a pleasant conversation.
The man wears a flashy WHITE AND LIGHT BLUE SUIT, circa 1982,
accentuated by one hell of a porn-stache.
Dave stands next to Bill, sweating like Elvis doing a set in
his Karate years. Jasper and John sit five feet away, playing
cards.
Dave’s mind is churning something ferocious --
DAVE: {Can’t hear them-- something about how to brine a
turkey?} -- heartbeat overwhelms all sound -- BUHH-BUMMP!! --
BUHH-BUMP!!... {too fast -- shit, my heart is gonna explode}
Bill and the 80s man laugh. Everyone is relaxed except
Dave.....
Dark circles under Dave’s eyes -- jaw grinding away -- looks
back, like someone behind him. The dude is high AF, sleep-
deprived, dehydrated, you name it.
DAVE: {Can’t see} -- BLURRY -- CLEAR -- BLURRY... (Re: 80s
Man) {He is going for his gun...}
-- NOW -- crystal clear reality -- 80s man moves his hand
toward his behind -- picks and scratches his rear.
DAVE: BLURRY -- CLEAR..., sweat drips over Dave’s field of
view -- {Shit... He is going for a fucking gun -- crazy
fucker -- I knew it -- fucking sneaky mustache...}
Dave’s pupils like pin-dots.
DAVE: SHAKY -- BLURRY -- {IT’S A FUCKING DIRTY HARRY GUN --
How the fuck did that fit in there? -- Oh... evil fucker is
smiling. It’s now or never.}
Dave’s shaky-ass hand reaches for a gun, tucked in his back
waist -- gun fumbles around and... whoopsie...
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Tracking it -- time slows -- this fucking gun, I shit you
not, it strikes the ground nose first -- awkward double-
bounce, barrel-to-grip -- this flings the crazy thing up and
forward on a trajectory through the gap between Dave’s legs --
gun safety class FAIL!
Dave’s crotch above -- gun rotating on y-axis at a funeral’s
pace -- now entering Dave’s danger zone -- gun ...lingers...
as the barrel points at his nuts -- clears his crotch --
sticks the landing on the carpet, halfway between Dave and
80s man.
Well shit... Everyone looks confused. Nobody interprets this
as hostile. Everyone has a gun somewhere on them -- a mere
faux pax is all.
-- SILENCE -- They all stare at the gun with “What the fuck
just happened?” followed by, “Should I pick it up? Or should
you pick it up? We can’t leave a gun on the fucking floor,
uhhh... what do we do?” non-verbal exchanges. All cordial --
polite.
80’s man takes the initiative.
80’S MAN
(politely)
: It’s OK, son. Let me help you
with that. You could have been
hurt.
80s man approaches Dave to retrieve the gun.
DAVE: A menacing 80s man bends down for the gun -- TUNNEL
VISION -- BLURRY -- THEN -- ADRENALINE RUSH -- INSTANT-
PERFECT-FOCUS -- NOW -- PINNED ON GUN
Dave’s adrenal glands release a meth-assisted-fight-or-flight-
adrenaline-burst (it’s a thing, I swear) -- he swoops in and
beats 80s man to the gun -- like Jackie muthafuckin Chan --
grabs it by the handle -- points gun at 80s man -- thumb
flicks safety -- No need safety was off -- 80s man is still
bent over -- has no clue -- “this is how it happens” never
crosses the poor bastard’s mind.
80s man -- GROAN -- getting back into standing position --
raises his head -- clocks barrel of the gun pointing at him.
80S MAN
You gotta be more caref--
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-- BANG -- the man’s head explodes -- Brain, blood and bone
cover the wall -- the recoil flings Dave’s arm up like a
pendulum -- gun aimed at the ceiling -- second -- BANG -- a
big fucking hole in the ceiling -- it rains sheet rock chunks
and dust on Bill and Dave’s heads.
Dave stares blankly at the wall. He is in shock and, like the
other four people in the room (including the dead guy), has
no idea what the fuck happened.
BACK TO SCENE - SAME LIVING ROOM
Easing in micro close on the couch, small dried chunks of
skull, blood, hair, and brain adhere to the fabric and
wriggle as a slight breeze passes through the room.
Bill is laughing so hard at Dave that he gets a nasty fit of
smoker’s cough. He bends over and puts his hands on his knees
to catch his breath.
BILL
You will not shoot this man. I
don’t care if he tries to lick your
scrote. You will sit back and get
your berries licked, then ask for a
rim job. Got it?
Dave nods yes from the ground, still in agony. Jasper stands
over Dave now.
JASPER
How bout we get your stupid dog to
lick your balls? You like that
shit, don’t ya? Don’t ya? Nasty
fuckerrrr.
Jasper laughs like a hyena, then kicks things into high gear,
mimicking a dog licking balls. He uncoils and flexes his
muscular, snake-like tongue -- NOW -- SLURP, SLURP --
OH MY... Bill and John approve... by joining in. John thinks
a moment and becomes genuinely inspired, not only licks for
John’s pantomime, noooo... he adds the most vital piece... a
cradle of course. A subtle addition ensuring authenticity.
Though a dog would not cradle of course, but it is irrelevant
at this point. Ummmm... Lord, Yup, Bill, he has no clue. He
jumps while licking, as if the balls were dangling from a
tree? The poster boy for sex injury right here. Ok, they are
done. A total shit show.
Dave slowly gets up.
BILL
Give me your gun.
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Dave hands him his 9mm - head down in shame.
BILL (CONT’D)
You will be cleaning your sex room;
do not leave that room until I tell
ya. Make sure to burn them ass-
streaked sheets and kill every last
herrrr-peeee!
Dave nods.
BILL (CONT’D)
Needs to be cleaner than my
prick... after...
Bill || and..... >
BILL (CONT’D)
... doin’ a whore.
He starts so strong with these things... it’s a shame. Oh, hang on.
Bill is going to attempt a simile-recovery.
BILL (CONT’D)
A whore... with... crabs. Ya. You
know? Gotta scrub that shit out of
it.
No, we do not know Bill. Please enlighten us.
BILL (CONT’D)
You gotta... You gotta... scrub...
your... shit... out -- those nasty
little fuckers biiiiite.
What the fuh...? Bill starts in like he is at a poetry jam.
Whatever this is, Bill obviously thinks rhyming is overrated.
OH MY! -- Bill grabs his crotch and moves the contents in a
circular motion. OH NO! -- it looks like Bill is gonna take
this to another level -- yup -- fucker just breaks into song -
- a country song...
BILL (CONT’D)
You gotta... You gotta... wash...
that sack... boys -- after layin’
with a nasty wuhuhhman.
Ball-lickin’ time is over, people -- it’s ball-scrubbin’
time. Bill’s body suddenly takes motion, like a
leprechaun on speed -- It looks like a dance from Hee-Haw on
fast-forward. The boys watch... confused -- processing...
AND... A FREESTYLE BREAKS OUT!
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Yeehaww! They are killin’ it... Cowboy boots a-stompin- --
imaginary lassos a-twirlin’ -- even quick draws of pointer-
finger-guns... one-handed quick draws, of course... Why?
For this number, there seems to be one unspoken rule: “ONE
HAND MUST REMAIN ON BALLS AT ALL TIMES”—everything else is
garnish.
Even Dave is back in play -- doing a phantom ball scrub.
Finally, after ten long seconds, the DANCE OF THE BALLS #2 is
over -- and everyone is a bit better off.
Bill deserves some credit. He taught these boys real-life lessons in
hygiene, using only the power of song and dance. Kinda like a meth-
head-trailer-park Sesame Street would.
BILL (CONT’D)
Now, let’s get to work. This place
needs to be tighter than ah... than
ah... Virgin’s Vah...
The sound fades before Bill finally lands a simile.
END FLASHBACK
END ACT II
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ACT III
Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
14 -
Mission Briefing in the Garage
INT. KEMP’S GARAGE - DAY
Kemp and Nin enter the garage.
KEMP
Any progress Zaz?
ZAZ
Yes, I found him. Exit node was
compromised. The layman's version
is, I tickled its front bits and
snuck in its back bits. CIA had no
chance, shite hackers they are.
KEMP
You are a miracle worker, my old
friend. Who is he?
ZAZ
Not the type for sure. Single dad
lost his wife to cancer 3 years ago
and has a teenage daughter. Poor
guy has his hands full. But... he
is rich, like Elon Musk rich. All
off the books.
KEMP
Oh... Ok then. Explains the CIA.
He musta dipped his Johnson in
somebody’s porridge: name and
location.
ZAZ
John Jones lives in Fort Collins,
Colorado. It looks like we are
headed to the States, boys! Vegas
is about a 30-minute flight from
Denver. I wanna to put it out
there.
KEMP
After we get paid Zaz. Calling CIA
blokes now. Alright, lads, gear
up. We got a plane to catch.
Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
15 -
Airport Antics and Flirtations
INT. KEMP’S HOUSE - DAY
No time to waste, they prepare for the trip.
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- TRAVEL MONTAGE TIME!!
MUSIC CUE: Thoughts for a travel montage tune?? Hmmm, what’s got the
highest Synch Fee? Dude!! Googled it, AC/DC “Thunderstruck” - $500,000.
Shit... OK, maybe it’s me, solo, killin’ it on my old Casio keyboard
for this one. John-Carpenter-style. WE GO CHEAP; FINE BUT.....
- NO FUCKING MAP-WITH-TOY-AIRPLANE DEVICE NONSENSE.
HMMMM... I got it! Let’s... try... this -->
MUSIC CUE: Virginia Plain by Roxy Music. HAAAA
RAPID FIRE:
-- Luggage -- Crack, ZIP, ZIP, ZIP --
-- Sad looks as Kemp and Nin return all guns and knives to
the storage box -- BLUMMP, CLICK, CLICK --
-- Nintendo Switch with original Metroid packed - Kemp and
Nin smile.
-- House door -- SLAM --
-- A cab ride. Car door -- SLAM --
-- Arrive at Heathrow
-- On their phones in the security line. Kemp plays Candy-
Crush
-- Nin sets off the security body scanner. The airport police
officer points to a screen -- a red square blinks on Nin’s
crotch
-- officer frisks him
-- Nin winks and smiles at an attractive WOMAN while
gesturing toward the red crotch square
-- She smiles
NIN
(whispers to woman)
Happens every time.
-- Plane takes off -- HEEEHHHHEEWWW --
-- All three sleeping like babies on the plane. Zaz’s head on
Nin’s shoulder.
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-- Nin exits the airplane bathroom, followed by the woman
from the security line. Her hair is messy. Nin sits down,
lipstick all over his neck.
-- Wheels hit the ground -- BUMP -- BUMP -- FROHHHHHH-
SHHHHHHE -- SQUEEEELL ...
Our three crazy blokes walk through DIA, clocking all the
weird shit. There is some bizarre shit at DIA.
-- CREEPY GARGOYLE SCULPTURES
-- ALIEN SKULL ENCASED IN GLASS
-- APOCALYPTIC MURALS WITH NAZI-ZOMBIE-LOOKING DUDES HOLDING
SUBMACHINE GUNS.
-- Clock - RENTAL CAR - signs.
END BADASS TRAVEL MONTAGE AND NONSENSICAL MUSIC CUE
Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
17 -
Ambush in the Shadows
INT. DIA - PARKING GARAGE - CONTINUOUS
A dark underground parking garage.
NIN
What car you get? A luxury vehicle?
A Tesla?
KEMP
You know we haven’t been paid yet,
right? This is all on my ackers
son. And a tiny Tesla? No...
Kemp takes out the keys and presses the button -- HONK --. A
shitty old DODGE CARAVAN lights up. A MAN, sporting blacked-
out sunglasses, is chillin’ by the Minivan. Possibly CIA?
Kemp waves as they get within 40 meters -- BUT -- something
alerts him, other than the fucking sunglasses. In his
periphery -- clocks -- a man’s hand, exposed from behind a
concrete pillar. He turns the other way and spots another
person hiding terribly.
KEMP (CONT’D)
(smiles and whispers)
Slow down, these ent friends.
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NIN
These? As in more than one? I see
the one bloke. Do they all have
sunglasses on?
KEMP
Don’t mooch... at least two more.
It’s a perfect trap. Our lot here,
fresh off the plane, no weapons.
Question is... Do we leg it? or do
we scrap boys?
ZAZ
You know me, I love some good
ballistic therapy.
KEMP
Scrap it is. Stay close, follow my
lead.
Kemp stops to tie his shoes. Zaz starts to do the same --
KEMP (CONT’D)
(whispers angrily)
Stop, ya saft fucka. Why don’t we
all tie our fuckin shoes together
now? That don’t look suspicious.
ZAZ
You said to follow your lead. The
sunglasses are more suspicious than
tyin’ shoes, they are.
Kemp removes a sharp plastic blade sewn into his shoe and
stands up with a huge fake smile. He yells out to Corey Hart
dude...
KEMP
Alright, you. You the tossa?
No answer.
KEMP (CONT’D)
(louder)
The tossa; are you the tossa?
Getting closer, only 15 meters...
MAN
(American accent. Way
confused)
Uhhh... sure. I’m a Tossa... uhhhh
5 meters..,
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KEMP
Let me show you something, Tossa.
1 meter... Kemp gestures for Zaz and Nin to find cover --
SUDDENLY -- Kemp pounces like a lion -- Four quick thrusts to
the groin -- severs femoral artery -- a barrage of kidney
shivs -- renal artery opened -- BLOOD... This dude is primal -
All with a 5-centimeter plastic blade. Absurd stuff...
Gently takes the dying man to the ground.
KEMP (CONT’D)
Well... looks like your days of
tossin’ off the ol’ knob are over.
Kemp takes the man’s gun as shots come in from both sides. A
man pokes his head out from behind a pillar -- Kemp clocks
him -- shoots him dead. He looks like he could be chewing
gum and blowing a bubble while getting that impossible shot
off.
NIN
One more, I think. That way. Want
me to draw him out?
KEMP
Sure, these guys are shit shots.
Nin takes off, faster than Ben Johnson on Stanazol -- WHOOSH -
The man takes the bait, steps out to fire, and -- BANG --
Kemp beats him to it.
KEMP (CONT’D)
(to the dying man)
Who the fuck are you? Not CIA,
that’s for sure.
The man takes off his sunglasses, revealing green glowing
eyes.
KEMP (CONT’D)
Why find the drug dealer? To draw
us out? Better ways to do that, you
know.
MAN
You know why. Two birds, one
stone...
Kemp doesn’t understand.
KEMP
What?... Who is your boss?
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MAN
HANBI sends his condolences.
He dies.
ZAZ
What did he say?
KEMP
Nothing. Nonsense is all.
ZAZ
He said Hanbi, didn’t he? Bwci-
bo...
KEMP
He’s half-soaked, Zaz, and probably
some cult is worshipping him. He
always had more power in death than
in life.
ZAZ
You are right. But hearing his
name...
Zaz is emotional about this subject.
ZAZ (CONT’D)
Ok.. Focus time. Fuck him, dead
fucka. Spit on his grave, I did.
Something grabs Zaz’s attention.
ZAZ (CONT’D)
What do we have here?
Zaz inspects the dead man’s oversized handgun - it has some
weird tech on the barrel.
ZAZ (CONT’D)
A Umbra Buster, it is. Dirty
pool.. coc oens.
Nin is checking the other two dead guys. Identical to the
others. He takes their guns. They jump in the Caravan and
speed off.
Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Crime"]
Ratings
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18 -
Clones and Conspiracies
INT. CARAVAN - CONTINUOUS
Kemp drives. Nin and Zaz go through a trunk of weapons in the
back.
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KEMP
Did they miss anything? Wasn’t
cheap getting it delivered like
this.
NIN
Looks good to me, more than enough
to take out those weasels.
ZAZ
Umbra Busters... Jesus, haven’t
seen one in a long time.
Nin takes a round out of the obnoxiously bulky Umbra-Buster.
The bullet has a glowing tip.
ZAZ (CONT’D)
The nano is delivered on the
bullet, see? It’s lights out
forever if we hit with this filthy
little shite.
NIN
What the fuck were those things?
Not human, not SYNDICATE and they
don’t strike me as Demis.
ZAZ
All three were identical. Unless
somebody had triplets, they ent
Demis.
KEMP
Somebody is fuckin’ with DNA again.
ZAZ
Clones... More failed experiments.
Empty, mindless, uninhabitable
flesh is what you get. Rudimentary
clones can’t be vessels. We proved
this over and over again. Umbra
needs an imprint, a consciousness,
a frame of reference. Clones are a
blank slate. Our original clone
stock had each of our quantum
consciousnesses imprinted into it.
KEMP
Don’t have the tech for that
anymore. Do we? That bastard Hanbi
blew it all to shit.
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NIN
Why do humans work as vessels and
clones don’t?
ZAZ
Humans come with a quantum
consciousness. It acts as a totem
for the umbra to coalesce into
reality. A clone is born with
nothing, no soul, no spark... It’s
like tryin to inhabit a cucumber.
After a moment of quiet, something clicks for Kemp.
KEMP
Two birds, one stone, he said. They
brought us here to draw him out.
Somebody is making a play, and they
don’t want anybody impeding their
goal. They want us all off the
field, him too.
NIN
Draw who out?
KEMP
ZAZ get John Jones on the phone
now. It’s him.
Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Sci-Fi"]
Ratings
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19 -
Echoes of the Past
EXT. FORMER JONES COMPOUND - DAY
John drives on a familiar dirt road in his Porsche Cheyenne,
parks, steps out, removes his sick-ass Ray-Ban Aviators, and
looks out at the compound under the blue Colorado sky.
Only pieces of the old fence remain, rusted, lying in the
dirt. The meth lab and the house have burnt down. Only dirt
and ruins remain.
BEGIN FLASHBACK
EXT. JONES COMPOUND - EVENING
A big fenced-over pen, inside - 2 black bears sleep. About
30 meters beyond, John and Jasper walk toward a sizeable
MOBILE HOME.
To the west, the sun is beginning its daily descent.
John pulls out his bag of meth and opens the door --
REVEALING -- One big ass METH LAB inside.
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Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Crime"]
Ratings
Scene
20 -
Meth Lab Mayhem
INT. JONES METH-LAB - CONTINUOUS
This is an elaborate lab, more than you would expect from
Bill. It is not terribly dirty, a tad messy is all.
JOHN
Let’s... fuckin... clean!
MUSIC CUE: “Last Cup of Sorrow” by Faith No More
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QUICK CUTS:
-- John snorting meth
-- Jasper snorting meth
-- John sweeping
-- Jasper wiping down tables
-- John polishing steel tanks and condensers
-- Jasper organizing tools. Taking time to stop and examine
sharp things.
-- John cleaning glassware
-- John snorting meth
-- Jasper snorting meth
-- Jasper mooning John, possibly farting
-- John punching Jasper in the shoulder - hard
-- Jasper tonguing a Pamela Anderson poster, then plowing his
phantom Johnson to crescendo, flinging imaginary... Yup.
-- John using a toothbrush to clean stainless steel
-- Jasper aggressively licks, humps, and chokes various
pieces of equipment
-- Both admiring their work... Proud looks.
END MUSIC CUE
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Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
21 -
Business Under the Colorado Sunset
EXT. FRONT OF JONES COMPOUND - CONTINUOUS
Nearing dusk. Bill stands waiting for their visitor. John and
Jasper approach. Car lights -- a silver Mercedes Benz kicks
up dust. John runs to the gate -- lets the Mercedes through.
THOMAS MAXWELL (50s-white) exits the vehicle. He doesn’t look
like a cartel-connected meth distributor. He resembles Mr.
Rodgers with a beer gut. As harmless as they come. Except his
eyes. Those dark eyes have seen things, no doubt.
BILL
Mr. Maxwell, how is Colorado
treatin’ ya?
TOM
It is a beautiful state; I love it.
I would live here if the wife
didn’t love the beach.
In the foreground, Dave walks out of the house with a
transparent trash bag clearly full of used condoms -- tosses
them in a bin. Tom takes notice.
BILL
Do you mind if I call you Thomas?
TOM
Call me Tom.
BILL
Ok, Tom. Would you like a drink?
Beer, whiskey... Tab-Cola? We can
go in the house and chat.
TOM
I do not mean to be rude, but I am
all business, Bill. Nothing
personal. I would prefer we do the
tour and negotiate.
BILL
I like a man who doesn’t slow jerk
the pony. First, I am going to have
my boy pat you down real quick.
The statement amuses Tom. His eyes say, “Oh, he is that kinda
guy.”
TOM
Full disclosure. I have a .38
holstered in my jacket. Concealed
carry not a crime out here.
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They chuckle.
BILL
Thank you, not a problem.
John gives a thumbs up.
JOHN
No wire.
BILL
You can keep the gun, sir, everyone
here is packin’, and I like a fair
fight. Well, let’s not stand here
dicks ah danglin’.
Bill sways his hips while dangling his arm between his legs.
He gestures toward a golf cart -- They drive toward a
backdrop of the dark orange Colorado sunset and white-tipped
peaks of the Front Range mountains.
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
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22 -
Laughs at the Lab Entrance
EXT. MOBILE HOME/METH-LAB ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS
They arrive at the lab.
BILL
...and Florida is the only place
you can find two one-legged
hookers, my friend. Gators...
Bill uses both index fingers hopping to signify the number 2
here. He gets a case of the cross-eyes from looking at his
fingers up close and shakes his head vigorously to relieve
the malady.
BILL (CONT’D)
That’s the trip I got John Boy his
first hooker. She had two. Legs,
that is. Tits too.
John nods proudly. The look on his face is priceless like he
won a trophy or something.
Tom has been quiet; you can almost see him processing the
situation. He seems amused, but he takes on this overly
sarcastic persona. He patronizes the fuck out of these
assholes, and they don’t even get it.
TOM
Well, that was an incredible story,
Bill.
(MORE)
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TOM (CONT’D)
I’m sure the rest involves copious
amounts of Penicillin, but we must
push on a friend. The lab, I
presume...
Tom pats Bill on the back. They all head into the lab.
Genres:
["Crime","Comedy","Action"]
Ratings
Scene
23 -
Chaos in the Meth Lab
INT. METH LAB - CONTINUOUS
Shiny polished metal everywhere.
BILL
Look around. It’s glorious... like
a... like... oiled-up booty-rama.
Ya. Shiny. Yehhhs?
Bill grinds his hips on a big stainless steel tank while he
makes creepy eye contact with Tom.
TOM
Steel can be shiny, yes.
BILL
(Re: steel tank)
Fucking shiny, smooth bottom here,
huh? Can make 4 pounds a cook with
this baby. The best in the West.
Most wanted meth for five states...
in every direction.
(arms open wide. Re: to
the lab)
Nobody puts baby... in the... in
the... corner... and... nobody
fucks her but me! And John-Boy.
Tom cringes. Based on Tom’s reaction, it is not clear whether
he has seen Dirty Dancing or not. Probably not.
TOM
John-Boy can cook, too!
BILL
John, can you cook?
JOHN
I cook good shit, sir. Hells yeah!!
Again, that awkward look of winning a trophy mixed with
approval seeking. John is not well-adjusted at all.
BILL
Second best cook in the West,
taught him when he was 12.
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TOM
Wonderful to hear. I love your
enthusiasm, son. And Bill... you
must be so proud. A chip off the
old block here.
Tom is way over the top. He grins ear to ear and shadowboxes
John as if he is 10 years old or something.
TOM (CONT’D)
I have no doubt you cook excellent
meth, young man.
Tom seems to be impersonating a 1950s TV show dad -- No shit -
- He acts like a complete douchebag, and these guys don’t
catch on. Tom walks off and explores the lab.
BILL
(to Tom)
Go ahead, take a look around.
Tom does not react; he is going to do whatever the fuck he
wants; he doesn’t ask for permission.
He clocks -- a BOX CUTTER.
TOM
(whispers to himself)
Bingo.
Bill somehow hears this. Tweaker hearing.
BILL
Fuckin A! BINGO, that’s what this
all is. One big fuckin Bingo. A
Blahhhhhck-ouhht... Some of them
Bingo ladies too...
Whisper-yells with hand visor over mouth now...
BILL (CONT’D)
Desperate for the D-I-C-K.
Tom has his back turned, still checking out his surroundings.
TOM
(In a “I don’t give a
fuck” tone)
Oh my... How great is that?
Spelling it out too...
Thank...you...Bill.
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Tom picks up the box cutter - puts it in his shirt pocket. He
unbuttons his holster, oh so casual. Clocks -- a CASSETTE
TAPE PLAYER and a STACK OF CASSETTES.
TOM (CONT’D)
Do you guys mind if I put on some
music here?
JOHN
Go ahead, man; it’s mostly my
stuff. Newer stuff. Don’t know if
you --
Bill cuts John off with a nudge and a stink eye -- mouths,
“Shut the fuck up.” Tom chuckles.
TOM
It’s fine son, I am much much older
than you think.
Tom sifts through the tapes, and one gets his attention.
Written in pen on the copied tape is “DANZIG - GODZ KILL”
followed by a shitty drawing of a skull.
TOM (CONT’D)
Glenn Danzig you beautiful demon
bastard.
JASPER
Fuckin-A... Danzig is my dark lord.
Tom laughs and plays the tape.
MUSIC CUE: “How the Gods Kill” by Danzig
The song opens ever gently in the background. “Ohhhh... Hohh
Wahh Whohh Whohh-ohhh....”
TOM
Well, gentlemen, I am genuinely
impressed by your lab. Smaller, far
superior to the ones I oversaw in
Iraq.
That statement sounds sincere.
BILL
No shit? I did not know that. Them
diaper heads cook meth in the
fucking desert? Shiiiiihhht. I bet
it paid for Suudaamm’s chemical
bombs.
Tom’s tone is now sharp and academic.
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TOM
Wow, Bill. You get an A+... Yes...
Amphetamines and opium funded the
regime. In fact, I worked for
Hussein, running logistics. Ohhh
Saddam...
He pauses a moment, then takes on this fascinated tone.
TOM (CONT’D)
Not your average psychopath, oh no.
A megalomaniac... Rare breed.
This is silly, but I make lists.
It’s a game my brother and I
played. I keep a list of the ten
best and worst people I have met.
Saddam is number 5 on my worst
list. I have met so many people;
making any list is impressive.
BILL
We kicked his ass, though. Scud
missiles went scuh-daddle.
Tom ignores the dumbass comment.
TOM
Do you know Saddam ordered a Quran
be made, written in his own blood?
No shit. Some poor kid, maybe 20,
was chosen because he had good
handwriting.
Let’s out a quick “what the fuck” laugh.
TOM (CONT’D)
This kid slaves away, dipping his
pen in a coffee mug of Saddam's
blood day and night for a week. He
got 10 pages done, maybe. Saddam
looks it over, shakes his head,
walks to the kitchen, and returns
with a paring knife. Without saying
one word, Saddam slits the kid’s
throat.
Tom’s fascinated tone transforms into a sadistic one; he
becomes a bit scary.
TOM (CONT’D)
I am watching all of this...
stunned... Saddam’s hands are
dripping with blood. He walks back
to the table, picks up an apple...
(MORE)
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TOM (CONT’D)
bites into it
(mimics biting an apple)
blood all over his mouth... Like
nothing happened. The man is a
animal.
(chuckles)
Then he says to me... “We can put
my blood in a print press; there is
no need to write it.” I nodded as
he laughed as blood ran down his
chin.
Danzig gets louder and clearer without any human
intervention... “Would you let it gohh ohhh...”
TOM (CONT’D)
After that, he dropped the whole
Quran thing and moved on to his
next project. Do you want to guess
what that was?
JASPER
Uhh, Uhhh, killing people. Lots of
um. Ya.
TOM
No, Jasper. That was his job. A
project is something you do in your
free time. Anyway, get this: The
guy decides to write a novel. Guess
what kind?
JOHN
Like, a war novel, ya? Where, like,
he beats America?
TOM
Good guess but no. He wrote a
Romance Novel, yup, and the thing
became a bestseller in Irag. They
make a fucking TV movie on it, A 20-
part musical shitshow. Iraqi TV is
strange. Ok, enough reminiscing.
It’s time we begin.
Tom’s eyes begin to sparkle luminescent green. Bill, John,
and Jasper stare into them -- hypnotized -- All three nod
with flat affect.
-- NOW -- like a fucking Danzig concert from the first row in
hell -- a wall of beautiful sound travels through the room --
“They cannot end this mourrrrning, of my liiife, Show-me...
how the gaaahhhds kiiilll...” The guitar becomes a Banshee
as she screeches her warning of impending doom.
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BILL
Who are you?
TOM
Who am I? The answer is
complicated. I have been many I’s.
But it’s the wrong question, Bill.
The right question would be... What
am I?
Tom’s voice is not human anymore; it shakes the walls of the
trailer. His face starts vibrating -- blurry... Tom is the
bogeyman.
TOM (CONT’D)
(Re: to “What am I?)
To some, I am a source of
salvation; to others, I may be a
reminder of lost wisdom. Bill, in
this moment, I am death. Aren’t you
listening to the music, Bill?
Danzig is singing to you, shit-
face.
Tom focuses his hypnotic stare on only John now. Locks eyes.
TOM (CONT’D)
John, there is still a chance for
you to be redeemed. Stay calm, boy,
and keep eye contact.
Bill and Jasper come out of their trances -- Bill lunges
toward Tom -- THEN -- like-a-fucking-demon-ninja -- Tom pulls
the box cutter from his pocket with his right hand --
simultaneously pulls his .38 with his left hand -- One quick
blurry motion -- SLICE -- Bill’s carotid opens, spewing hot
blood -- BANG -- A bullet enters Jasper’s skull, perfectly
placed between his eyes -- Blade meets flesh and the bullet
meets bone at the exact same moment -- Tom’s eyes never
unlock with John’s.
Bill falls to the ground, grabs his neck -- bleeds out --
Jasper dies immediately. Less than one second of violence and
two men are dead.
Tom slowly approaches John -- THEN -- he turns the gun on
himself -- BANG -- and ends his own life.
A GREEN GHOST-LIKE ENTITY exits Tom’s lifeless body and
enters John.
A green aura surrounds John. His eyes open wide, luminescing
green for a moment before changing to cobalt-black.
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John returns to the cassette player -- CLICK -- SILENCE
END MUSIC CUE
John hears a voice in his head.
VOICE
Don’t worry John, you are still
here. Think of what you would have
become, and think of what you will
become. Now, WE HAVE WORK TO DO.
Footsteps outside -- John draws his gun -- Dave bursts
through the door with a shotgun but immediately drops it when
he sees the three dead bodies.
DAVE
What the fuck!! Jesus fucking
Christ man. They are dead. Fuck...
Dave looks at Bill’s dead body
DAVE (CONT’D)
You dumb motherfucker. You shoulda
let me keep my goddamn gun...
John points the gun at Dave -- BUT -- Dave cries, looking
over Bill’s body. John now seems intrigued by Dave. Lowers
gun.
JOHN
I don’t know what happened. One
minute the guy is cool, then he
shoots Jasper in the head. And Bill
... My dad.
(correcting himself)
My dad... tries to jump him, and he
pulls this box cutter. They
struggle and I can’t get a shot...
then blood... I shot him.
DAVE
Shit man. I am sorry, dude. What
the fuck? The dude sounded chill.
JOHN
Not chill, Dave... Not chill at
all.
John studies Dave, then grins. Maybe this god found
something. A pet project, possibly?
JOHN (CONT’D)
I am going to need your help.
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DAVE
Ya, Jefe, whatever you need.
JOHN
We are going to need the CHAINSAW
and the BEARS.
END FLASHBACK
END ACT III
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ACT IV
Genres:
["Crime","Thriller","Drama","Action"]
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Scene
24 -
Reflections of the Past
EXT. OLD JONES COMPOUND - DAY
John stares out at the wreckage of his old life, making peace
with the vessel he has resided in for the last 28 years.
JOHN
(out load)
John, do you miss any of this?
REAL JOHN
(voice in head)
No... That night, you said “Think
of what I might become” I am
pretty happy with what I became. I
got to see the world, the universe
in ways nobody ever has. Thank you.
But why me?
JOHN
I keep Dave around for the same
reason. You two were in the worst
situation—brave, pure souls
surrounded by wolves, with no way
out. I pave new paths for those
souls. It’s been a pleasure having
you with me, John. You are a part
of me now.
John walks toward the house. Pulls a 9mm out and enters.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Action"]
Ratings
Scene
25 -
A Desperate Interruption
INT. BURNED DOWN JONES HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
He stands in what was the living room of Bill’s house.
JOHN
Are you ready John?
REAL JOHN
As good a time as any.
JOHN
It’s not goodbye, I will see you in
the archive one day.
REAL JOHN
Fucking do it already!!
John moves the gun to his head -- THEN -- Ringing from his
pocket. He pulls out his phone.
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JOHN
Now, Jesus.
He answers.
ZAZ
Is this John Jones? Very important
message for John. John Jones.
JOHN
Yes, John Jones. Got it. Here.
ZAZ
It’s Zaz John. I am here with Nin
and his dad.
JOHN
Ohhh. Somebody finally found me...
What do you want?
ZAZ
We were hired to find you. But it
was a ruse to get us all together
to take us off the board. Somebody
is making a play.
JOHN
I’m listening. Do they know where
I live?
ZAZ
Yes. And you have maybe an hour
before they get there. We are
about an hour away. Oh, they have
Umbra busters.
In the background, we hear Kemp asking for the phone.
ZAZ (CONT’D)
Kemp wants to talk.
JOHN
Kemp... That’s funny. Tell Kemp
(sarcastic emphasis on
“Kemp”)
We can talk after I clean up his
mess.
Hangs up.
JOHN (CONT’D)
(to real John)
Sorry, John, it will have to wait.
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Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
26 -
Desperate Measures
EXT. JOHN’S STREET - DAY
John parks his car up the street -- carefully approaches the
house. All clear for now -- enters.
He passes by the pictures in the LIVING ROOM from earlier.
That friend, the one with John in Europe... It’s Dave, no
shit... They are maybe 25, but it’s Dave for sure.
John runs to his SECRET ROOM -- dials up French.
FRENCH
Hey Dad, what’s up?
JOHN
Go to P2P and encrypt.
She nods.
FRENCH
Done. What is going on?
JOHN
There is not much time. I have been
located. I don’t know who, but you
could be compromised, too.
FRENCH
Ok. I will go now.
JOHN
Good. Burn everything. Not so much
as a postcard left behind. Got it?
Then hunker down at HQ.
FRENCH
10-4. I love you, Dad.
Hmmm... Curious...
JOHN
I love you too, sweetie. See you
soon. One way or another. Have it
ready in case, and can you make
sure Beth is safe?
FRENCH
Ya. I’ll have dumbass pick her up,
I guess.
JOHN
Thank you. God, you’re mean to him.
HAHA.
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Ends call -- starts tearing shit apart like a crazy person.
Motherboards -- CRUNCH -- under his heel -- RAM chip
pulverized -- hard drives nuked in the microwave.
He exposes another hidy-hole - a safe in the back corner of
his Bat Cave. Inside -- a PHONE, A USB DRIVE, A 460 SMITH &
WESSON WITH SNAKESKIN GRIP, A FOLDED UP PLASTIC SOMETHING,
AND A SHINY BLACK PEBBLE THINGY.
-- Removes gun, tucks it in his waist -- Sets aside pebble
and plastic thing -- empties pockets; keys, wallet, etc. --
Puts items in safe -- -- places the PEBBLE on his palm -- it
hovers an inch above his hand and lights up blue -- he
carefully plucks it out of mid-air -- puts it in the safe and
closes door.
Three seconds later - a deafening -- THRUMMMM!!! -- from
inside the safe. Three seconds more -- BAMMMM!!! -- from the
front door.
At the home's ENTRANCE, the front door lays on the ground.
Six COMMANDOES with blacked out visors and AR-15s at the
ready.
COMMANDO
ENKI come out -- hands in the air.
JOHN/ENKI
I am back here assholes. And fuck
you; I am not coming out, shit
stain.
COMMANDO
We aren't here to hurt you.
JOHN/ENKI
Then tell me shit stain... Why the
guns?
Looks at his huge, badass 460. Gold metal and snake-skin
grip. It's like a stylish Dirty Harry gun -- thumb-cocks the
hammer -- CLICK --
COMMANDO
We have been here too long Enki.
We have a way out. The
TRANSMIGRATION will happen soon.
JOHN/ENKI
Blah, blah, blah... How in the hell
are you going to pull off the
Transmigration? The humans aren't
ready and our shit blew up 20,000
(MORE)
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JOHN/ENKI (CONT’D)
years ago. That slip your mind? Oh,
you don't remember because your
brain is jello... Clone.
COMMANDO
Yes, I am a clone. I volunteered to
inhabit this vessel because our
savior has returned. Hanbi will
lead us off this planet.
JOHN/ENKI
Really now? I don't know how he did
it, but whatever that thing
calling itself Hanbi is; it’s not
him. Hanbi is dead. That thing only
code stolen from the archive and
packed into an Umbra. Fabrication
of an Umbra from archived code
never works. When you put it in a
human, it will battle the vessel
for control, phasing in and out of
reality. Making one maladjusted
human. A psycho.
COMMANDO
He found a way. It took a very
special human vessel. He isn't
Hanbi, anymore. He is something
new, he is AMBROSE THE DELIVERER.
John smiles a sneaky grin. He grabs the plastic thing and
shakes it out—it. It looks like a plastic poncho. He puts it
on.
JOHN/ENKI
The Deliverer... my ass! It won't
work, because you can't code for
the universal quantum
anomaly... the soul.
He takes on a disgusted tone and taunts the clone.
JOHN
But you are worse. Clone...
You had an Umbra with a soul and
you chose to wreck it by inhabiting
that worthless meat vessel. You
don't come back from that.
COMMANDO
Incorrect. I am from the archive,
only code, as you say. I lost my
Umbra long long ago.
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John is visibly shocked by this claim. Must be something new.
JOHN/ENKI
Holy shit! No way! You should be,
like, licking windows. How are you
even walking around?
COMMANDO
We have great minds discovering
new solutions. And we believe you,
too, have a group working on the
same problems. Join Ambrose.
Together, you will lead us home.
John looks down in thought -- WHEN --
-- BANG -- BANG -- Kemp and co. enter - guns a blazin' -- One
Commando down. John joins Kemp -- they go back to back, to
cover both sides. John hears a commando behind the wall.
Shoots through the wall -- BOOM -- blasts a foot wide hole in
the wall -- commando... dead.
KEMP
Just like old times brother. I want
that gun Enki.
JOHN/ENKI
Cool, huh? Jesus, you got tall.
KEMP
You got a little fat.
They chuckle -- taking fire.
KEMP (CONT’D)
Question. You expecting rain?
What's that ridiculous thing you
have on?
JOHN/ENKI
My daughter, French, designed it,
it's a Umbra-Buster-Proof-Vest.
KEMP
No shit. She must be one smart
cookie. But what a terrible name.
Too many syllables. And it's not
even a vest. It's like a cheap
poncho you buy on a rainy day.
ZAZ
It's like a garbage-bag Enki, you
are wearing a garbage-bag...
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Enki smiles -- gives a flanking gesture; slips around the
hallway with Zaz. Kemp and Nin take the other side.
O.C. -- BANG -- BANG -- BANG-BANG
Around the corner -- all Clone Commandos lay dead. But Enki
is gut shot -- bleeding out.
KEMP
What the fuck Enki? That poncho
isn't bulletproof. You are supposed
to wear a bullet one under it. I’m
sure your daughter explained that.
Let's get you to a hospital.
JOHN/ENKI
(to Kemp)
That isn't part of the plan ENLIL.
KEMP/ENLIL
You and your plans... Your shite
plan is to die right here on the
bloody floor? And your brother has
to stand here and watch.
JOHN/ENKI
I wasn't planning on dying here and
definitely wasn’t planning on
seeing you today. But this vessel
must die for us to take on Hanbi.
I’ve known about Hanbi’s
resurrection for a while now.
Surprised you haven’t. Much to
discuss, no time.
He grimaces and grunts. Blood pools on the floor.
JOHN/ENKI (CONT’D)
Listen. Go to Big City Pawn Shop. A
kid, will meet you there, in an
hour or 2. Got it? This is going to
blow your mind big brother...
John/Enki closes his eyes and drifts off -- SUDDENLY -- his
Umbra exits the body -- hovers by Kemp/Enlil for a moment --
then darts up through the ceiling.
END ACT IV
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ACT V
Genres:
["Action","Sci-Fi","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
27 -
The Architect of Chaos
INT. UNDERGROUND BUNKER
A dark cavernous bunker with walls of rock. AMBROSE SAMAD
(40s - British-Indian) sits on a leather couch and stares at
his phone. A thin yet muscular man. He has those long-thick
eyelashes that give that natural mascara look -- dark-sexy-
crazy-sinister vibe.
AMBROSE
(RP British accent. To
someone O.C.)
Bollocks!! This bloody game is
killing me. You jump -- your head
gets chopped off in the helicopter
blade -- you duck and the salami
slicer thing goes right through
your undercarriage. It’s eeevil
MINI-U.
MINI-U (O.C.)
Maybe a new game sir? Something
more... uplifting and less...
violent?
AMBROSE
Not a bad idea. I don’t know many
uplifting apps though. Mindless
apps, yes. Now, do you see what
the humans have done with all we
have gifted them? This shit...
Technocratic brats tucked away in
their homes.
MINI-U (O.C.)
I do not disagree with you. They
have made poor choices. But these
are their choices. We can only show
them so much; the rest is up to
them. Those are the rules.
AMBROSE
My little green friend -- FUCK THE
RULES -- We have been on this
godforsaken planet for 20,000
years. It’s time we break a few.
Now, run the sims and give me the
numbers.
Ambrose approaches a glass enclosure with a bunch of cables
wired through the rock wall. A speaker is mounted above.
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Inside the glass is a GREEN BEATING HEART, a miniature
version of the one encountered earlier, about the size of a
small cat. Ambrose waves his phone in front of the glass
enclosure.
AMBROSE (CONT’D)
You get it?
MINI-U
(voice from the speaker)
Received... Catenating...
Extrapolating... No, you can’t. No.
We have resorted to Genocide now?
This is heinous, I won’t help.
AMBROSE
(sadistic)
You will. You will. You think you
have choices here?
Evil laugh.
AMBROSE (CONT’D)
I made you from a little piece of
your big Papa UTU up there. He
doesn’t even know you exist, no one
is going to save you. Oh, hang on.
You have to see this little buddy.
Ambrose pulls up something on his phone and turns it to Mini-
U -- clocks the screen.
Big Utu does his heartbeat thing in his Garden of Eden up
there in the ship. Nothing terribly exciting -- THEN --
Ambrose’s pinches out, enlarging an area under hovering Utu.
AMBROSE (CONT’D)
Do you see it? HAHA. Ya, you do.
It’s a doozy, my friend; it’s
waiting for my signal.
On the ground under Utu is a tiny black pebble, like the
black hole maker from earlier.
AMBROSE (CONT’D)
I had BABA make it special. Oh yes,
it packs a punch. Where were we?
Yes, choices, you have none.
MINI-U
Ok, here are your numbers you evil
son of a bitch. 57% percent chance
of successful Human TRANSMIGRATION.
(MORE)
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MINI-U (CONT’D)
Just enough to trigger the ship for
departure.
AMBROSE
I will take those odds. Best plan
yet. Start transmitting to the
apes. I want those glorified
primates dancing to your tune
pronto. You puppet master you.
MINI-U
I have more numbers... and YOU WILL
LISTEN. Human fatalities - 7.5
billion. Survivors 800 million.
You are walking a thin line between
extinction and survival. We, were
sent here to protect them, not
destroy them.
AMBROSE
Desperate times... And, like you
said, enough to trigger the ship.
That is all we need.
UTU
What of the BENEFACTORS? They
certainly will NOT approve.
AMBROSE
Benefactors...
(laughs)
Have you met one? I haven’t. They
are myth my little naive... and
petite companion.
MINU-U
You are insane... 94% of the dead
will be lost without archival. Then
what is this phase 2? Genomic
analysis of the survivors, what are
you looking for?
AMBROSE
I am saving that for later. OHHH, I
want to wrap you in a blanket and
rock you night night. You are so
adorable when you are angry.
MINI-U
Ok, open the glass Hanbi, and see
what happens.
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AMBROSE
I no longer go by that name. Hanbi
died long ago. I am AMBROSE SAMAD,
THE DELIVERER, Hanbi version 2.0,
bigger and way motherfucking
badder.
Ambrose laughs like a crazy person -- THEN -- something
flickers behind him. Easing in to inspect. Around a corner -
- a labyrinth of tunnels. Flickers from the other end of this
rock corridor -- NOW -- like a bullet through the corridor --
the other end -- REVEALS -- a brightly lit grotto with a rock
ceiling 40 meters above. It is...
An UNDERGROUND GENETICS LAB. Screens display genome maps,
big pods labeled -- “INCUBATOR” -- the words “CLONING
GENOMICS” can be seen in multiple places.
On the back wall are three incubators. Easing in on their
glass viewports -- three clones of Ambrose - To the left,
thousands of incubators become visible. Rows upon rows of
endless metal and glass. All are occupied with clones. It’s
an army.
FADE TO:
Genres:
["Sci-Fi","Thriller","Action"]
Ratings
Scene
28 -
Awakening in the Lab
INT. ANOTHER GENETICS LAB - UNKNOWN LOCATION
Another incubator, somewhere else. Windows provide a view of
a snowy mountain landscape. Easing in on the incubator’s
viewport... IT’S JOHN... awaiting animation.
French is here, wearing a lab coat and those sexy glasses.
She sits at a console -- script runs on a screen -- brain
waves and PET Scan images morph. The waves overlap as areas
of the PET Scan light up. It’s mapping brain activity.
Beside her is a small snow globe-looking thing. Easing in
slow... inside -- one tiny POLKA-DOT-OF-DEATH. Bouncing
slightly up and down... left and right...
END ACT V
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TAG
Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Sci-Fi"]
Ratings
Scene
29 -
Awakening to the Unknown
EXT. HOSPITAL - DAY
An umbra floats 100 feet off the ground and moves toward a
hospital. It darts toward a patient’s window and passes
through it.
Inside is a sick, unconscious young man, JACK SPENCER (19,
White), lying in a hospital bed -- clearly dying of cancer.
The room is full of flowers and cards. Popular kid. Tacked to
the wall above his bed are pictures of him playing baseball.
In one picture, Jack wears a COLORADO ROCKIES UNIFORM. He is
smiling like he won the fucking lottery. It reads - “2024 MLB
DRAFT - JACK SPENCER, SS - ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH SCHOOL - FORT
COLLINS, CO - 1ST ROUND - PICK #1 BY THE COLORADO ROCKIES”.
Under the caption is Jack’s signature. Dated June 2024, only
ten months ago.
Jack opens his eyes to see the Umbra above -- HUMMING -- Jack
reaches up with all his strength to touch it -- it enters him
-- A green aura surrounds Jack then quickly fades.
The dark circles under his eyes disappear, and his face
regains color. He sits up -- eyes open wide. They briefly
glow green -- then go dark. Now, he looks like the kid in the
pictures, healthy and full of life.
ENKI
(voice in Jack’s head)
Hello Jack.
JACK
(Jack speaks out loud to
the voice)
Hello.
ENKI
Don’t be afraid Jack.
JACK
Are you talking inside my head?
What is happening?
ENKI
My name is Enki, I mean you no
harm. I cured your cancer. In
return, I need to borrow your
vessel.
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JACK
Borrow? Dude... No, you can’t
borrow... me?
Jack looks overwhelmed. He touches his temples like he has a
migraine.
JACK (CONT’D)
I can see your... memories... How
old are you? Jesus Christ, like
literally... Jesus. What are you? A
god?
ENKI
Interesting... This is a first.
(Enki sounds fascinated)
Three questions, ok. Well... old,
very old. It’s complicated. And, I
have been called a god, yes. Good
enough?
JACK
No, it’s not. Like, are you staying
for a while? When do I get my body
back?
ENKI
If all goes to plan, soon. Jack, I
have so much to tell you, but for
now, relax, let me take the
wheel... WE HAVE WORK TO DO.