Scene
1 -
The Death of America: Dick Dickman's Passionate Speech
EXT. PLATFORM - ANYTIME
A giant American flag is suspended tight over an elevated
stage (an homage to Patton). A proud figure rises onto the
stage from an unseen staircase with a riding crop in hand.
Meet the hero of our absurd little legend, DICK DICKMAN, a 59-
year-old hunk of meat with a killer mullet, a beer belly, and
a plain, expressionless mask of a face. Dick is dressed to
the nines in a general’s uniform, complete with a lacquered
helmet and a tunic with four stars across each shoulder and
about a bajillion medals pinned to it.
Dick comes to a firm salute and stares down at us as a
marching band strikes up a fanfare offscreen.
The fanfare concludes, and Dick finishes his salute.
The crowd of unseen soldiers takes their seats offscreen.
Dick addresses them in his drab, staccato Texan lilt.
DICK
Ladies. Gentlemen. My fellow
patriots. America is dead. That’s
right, America is dead, and we let
‘em kill it.
Dick begins to pace back and forth across the stage.
DICK (CONT'D)
Don’t pretend y’all don’t know who
I’m talkin’ bout. Godless pinkos,
Deep State swine, gang-rapin’
border hoppers, all them
cocksuckers on Wall Street, Big
Tech with their 5G death towers,
Big Pharma with their brain washin’
microchips, vampire pedophiles,
reptilian Satan worshippers, and
Democrats.
Dick stops pacing for emphasis.
2.
DICK (CONT'D)
What we got on our hands here is an
infestation. An infestation of
sodomites that’d have us take it up
the ass to kingdom come while they
burn Lady Liberty at the stake,
extra crispy style. Ain’t no two
ways ‘bout it, folks. It’s evil.
Pure and simple. That evil rambled
right outta the mouth of Beelzebub
and into the hearts and minds of
decent Americans while we was
asleep at the wheel. They rob us
blind, open our borders, molest our
children, take our guns, tax our
beer, and still got the unholy gall
to call us “deplorable”!
(shakes head theatrically)
Well folks, I got news for ya. Some
of us still remember a different
America.
Dick resumes pacing.
DICK (CONT'D)
Y’all know the one. The America our
grandaddies told us ‘bout: that
small mercantile republic built by
patriots that didn’t take no shit
off nobody. An America where
Presidents led the charge into
battle insteada gropin’ little
girls. An America where we called a
fella that fought wars brave and a
fella that called himself a lady
somethin’ else entirely. An America
where we liked Ike and saluted our
boys in blue. I’m talkin’ ‘bout
John Wayne country. Davy Crockett
country. An America for God fearin’
men and women that wanted nothin’
more than a home to call their own
where they could live, love, drink,
and shoot to their heart’s content.
An America before...
Dick stops and takes a deep breath to collect himself.
DICK (CONT'D)
...Before HIM!!!!
3.
Dick snaps his riding crop at the flag, and it collapses,
unveiling a massive blown-up photo of ANDY WARHOL draped in
an American flag. Warhol looks down mockingly at Dick with
his signature detached, coquettish demeanor.
DICK (CONT'D)
Just look at ‘em. That preenin’
second-rate printmaker posing in
his faggy-ass platinum wig like
he’s God’s gift to the world when
he’s everythin’ but. It was all
over the moment we let that
steaming pile of bird shit talk us
into believin’ he was the mediator
of American culture. A nation is
only as strong as its culture. And
who’s that right there?
(points back at the photo)
The American antichrist incarnate.
Andy Motherfuckin’ Warhol.
Dick resumes pacing.
DICK (CONT'D)
See, we let little Andy here fool
us into believin’ we was defined
not by the noblest dreams of our
forefathers but by the grotesque
exhibitions of a P.T. Barnum freak
show. His vile mass-produced
graphic concoctions was a house of
mirrors, and we followed the pied
piper like the pack of rats we was.
And what’d we see starin’ back at
us? Banal reflections of the
prosaic cults of celebrity and fast
food. No originality, no passion,
no heart, no imagination, hell, not
even a halfway decent feel for the
paint or materials. An artist’s job
is to take us on a journey to the
sublime. This motherfucker couldn’t
get us past Aisle 6 of the Piggly
Wiggly, and that’s where we been
stuck ever since. His little clan
of acolytes will tell ya...
(uses effeminate voice)
“Oh, you don’t understand. Andy’s
art is a comment on 20th-century
modernity. Andy’s art makes us
question the artifacts of our
culture. Andy’s art redefines the
role of art altogether. Andy’s art
blah blah blah.”
4.
Dick stops and makes a hearty raspberry fart sound with his
leg lifted, then resumes pacing.
DICK (CONT'D)
Aesthetic relativism at its worst.
What them ass dwellers don’t
realize is that where we point the
spotlight matters. That when
everythin’ matters, nothin’
matters. Boy, we lost somethin’
important when we followed little
Andy gently into that good night.
We forgot who we was and what we
stood for. We let evil in all its
shapes and forms flood in and
convince us it was on our side. We
made a prophet of a charlatan that
envisioned a world where
everybody’d get their fifteen
minutes of fame. Now we live in
that world, forever lost in a sea
of vapid TikTok Instagram horse
shit. All of ‘em fightin’ and
scratchin’ for their fifteen
minutes, leavin’ the rest of us
wonderin’, “Where did it all go?”
Well I’ll tell ya it all went,
folks: right down the fuckin’
tubes. I wasn’t lyin’, my friends.
The America we once knew and loved
is dead. Only question is: can we
ever get it back?
Dick stops and pauses for dramatic effect.
DICK (CONT'D)
The way I see it, there’s only one
way. We gotta take the axe to the
root and remove the child of
wickedness. We gotta row on up the
rivers of time and purge the
original sin from the prevailin’
scrolls of history. One way or
another, Andy Warhol must be
terminated. Terminated with extreme
prejudice. That’s right. Andy
Warhol must DIIIIEEE!!!
Dick grabs a can of Campbell’s Soup from an unseen
compartment, cocks it back, striking the pose of Banksy’s
Flower Thrower mural, and hurls it with all his might at the
massive Warhol.
5.
SPLAT!! The broth gushes across Warhol’s face like a bursting
blood vessel. As the soup blood drips down, it forms into the
TITLE CARD: “ANDY WARHOL MUST DIE!”
The entire frame turns blood red.
WASH TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Satire"]
Ratings
Scene
2 -
Clash of Ideologies
INT. DICK’S TRAILER - MORNING
ON DICK
Dick snores on a fold-up cot with an army helmet hanging off
the end of his head by a half-empty bottle of whiskey. The
opening war drums from Eve of Destruction by Barry McGuire
sound from a radio alarm clock offscreen.
DICK'S TRAILER
Dick awakes in his fortress: an airstream trailer stocked
with rifles, ammo cans, MAGA merchandise, extreme right-wing
bumper stickers, a Valerie Solanas SCUM Manifesto poster, and
some oddly tasteful Pollack and de Kooning prints.
SUPERIMPOSE: “January 6th, 2021”
The alarm clock audio from Eve of Destruction transitions to
the background soundtrack in its full stereoscopic glory.
QUICK CUTS:
-- IN A BATHROOM -- The QANON SHAMAN, donning his horned fur
headdress, looks in the mirror and applies his red white and
blue war paint.
--IN DICK’S TRAILER -- Dick, now decked out in a patched
utility vest, oversized aviators, and camos complete with a
matching camouflage MAGA hat, mounts a GoPro camera to a
chest harness, then snatches a plane ticket from his cot.
-- IN A DINING ROOM -- The DOOBIE SMOKER rolls joints at the
breakfast table in his cowboy hat and American flag pants.
-- IN A BACK YARD -- CONFEDERATE FLAG MAN attaches the old
Southern Cross to a flag pole while smoking a cigarette.
6.
EXT. DICK'S TRAILER - MORNING
Dick steps onto a dirt driveway from his trailer in a deep,
dense forest with a couple of duffle bags in his hands and a
cigarette dangling from his mouth. He approaches a lifted
white Ford pickup.
Dick chucks his duffles in the bed of the pickup, which is
affixed with a hybrid Trump 2020/American flag.
PICKUP TRUCK - ON REAR TIRE
The tire kicks up dirt as the pickup growls off.
EXT. SIDEWALK CAFE - MORNING
A group of COLLEGE HIPSTERS are gathered at a sidewalk table,
sipping lattes with copies of Crime and Punishment.
COLLEGE HIPSTER 1
Like, after George Floyd and BLM,
they’re seriously making us read a
book about a white murderer?
COLLEGE HIPSTER 2
700 pages of patriarchy.
COLLEGE HIPSTER 3
And misogyny. He murdered a woman.
Surprise surprise.
COLLEGE HIPSTER 1
This whole school is like one big
fascist library.
SCREECH! Dick’s pickup pulls to a stop at an adjacent traffic
light with its Trump/America flag proudly waving.
The college hipsters flinch and gasp in horror as Dick sits
casually behind the wheel with his window rolled down in all
his camos and gear.
COLLEGE HIPSTER 3
Oh god. I can’t.
COLLEGE HIPSTER 2
This is the problem.
COLLEGE HIPSTER 1
That’s a microaggression, bro!
7.
Genres:
["Drama","Satire"]
Ratings
Scene
3 -
Chaos and Controversy: Dick's Role in the Capitol Riots
INT. DICK’S PICKUP - CONTINUOUS
Dick gives the college hipsters a fleeting glance and scoffs.
The light turns green. Dick sticks his middle finger out the
window and holds it there as he steps on the gas with a
derisive grin plastered to his face.
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. U.S. CAPITOL BUILDING - DAY
We hit the chorus of Eve of Destruction as we drop in on the
carnage of the January 6th insurrection. It’s total chaos
with RIOTERS and CAPITOL POLICE engaged in fierce combat.
Cops get beaten with metal barriers, flagpoles, and crutches.
Cops blast rioters with mace and pepper balls.
All-out brawls everywhere.
Helmets, bottles, batons, and hammers are hurled through the
smokey air.
Windows are shattered with a boosted riot shield.
Rioters pin an OFFICER in a doorframe in the tunnels. He
screams in agony as his gas mask is removed.
A BLOODY-FACED RIOTER beats his chest and belts out a primal
scream that cuts through everything.
GOPRO CAMERA POV - ON DICK
Dick addresses us on the GoPro mounted on his chest as he
leads a stampede of rioters through a barrier and a wall of
cops, busting through to the Capitol steps.
DICK
Let’s go! Take it back, baby! This
is our house!!
Dick and the rioters ascend the steps and break into a “Stop
the steal” chant. The collective adrenaline reaches a fever
pitch.
A YOUNG MAN in sports glasses and a red MAGA hat sticks his
head in the frame.
YOUNG MAN
Look at D.C.! Look at it!!!
8.
U.S. CAPITOL BUILDING - STEPS
We pull back and reveal the massive swath of humanity
screaming out and waving flags as far as the eye can see.
From the balcony at the top of the steps, a group of cops
line up and fire stun grenades into the crowd.
One of the stun grenades goes off near Dick, enveloping him
in a cloud of smoke and piercing white light.
WASH TO:
ON FLAT-SCREEN TV
A CABLE NEWS ANCHOR reports on the events of the Capitol
riots from his desk.
CABLE NEWS ANCHOR
On a crisp autumn day in 1787,
Benjamin Franklin warned one of his
constituents that our fledgling
government was to be “a republic if
you can keep it.” Today, Franklin’s
warning rings truer than ever as
our republic faces perhaps its
greatest threat since the Civil
War. We’ve all witnessed the
disturbing scenes.
The broadcast transitions to relevant footage of the riots.
CABLE NEWS ANCHOR (V.O.)
Capitol Police under assault,
offices looted and vandalized,
historic symbols of democracy
defaced and destroyed.
The broadcast transitions back to the anchor desk.
CABLE NEWS ANCHOR
But who were the human faces behind
the chaos? What led these seemingly
ordinary Americans to such extreme
measures? While several of these
faces are now familiar to us,
perhaps none is more emblematic of
this perplexing act of treason than
this one.
The broadcast cuts to footage of Dick leading the charge up
the steps of the Capitol Building.
9.
CABLE NEWS ANCHOR (V.O.)
The figure known to the public as
“Mullet Man” became an instant
internet sensation when this
footage surfaced of him leading the
charge up the Capitol Steps. The
Associated Press has since
identified Mullet Man as 59-year-
old Richard Theodore Dickman.
The broadcast transitions back to the anchor desk.
CABLE NEWS ANCHOR
In one of several unusual twists to
the Mullet Man saga, a 2008 YouTube
video featuring Dickman has gone
viral, amassing twelve million
views in the past eight hours. In
this video, Dickman directs his
rage not toward a government
official but a prominent modern
artist. Let’s tune in as Mullet Man
paints with a very broad brush.
A grainy YouTube video is pulled up on the broadcast,
featuring Dick as a younger man in a loaded beer helmet with
an open whiskey bottle in his hand and an AR-15 strapped to
his back. An Andy Warhol target is stapled to a nearby tree
in the woods behind him.
The title of the video: “Mullet Man GOES CRAZY!!!”
The President’s Theme from Independence Day fades in as Dick
addresses the camera. His speech is slurred, and he wobbles
as he speaks, clearly drunk off his ass.
DICK
People’ll tell ya it’s “regulatory
failure,” err, “Wall Street runnin’
amok with credit swap derivative
whatchamacallems.” Heh. They like
throwin’ fancy words like that
around in the liberal media, but it
ain’t the truth.
(takes a big swig of
whiskey)
Truth is, it’s just greed all the
way down. Pure ‘n simple. Greed
come from bad character, not bad
policy. And bad character come from
[bleep] culture. If ya ask me, the
real enemy ain’t Fannie May err
Freddie Mac, it’s this [bleep]-head
behind me.
(MORE)
10.
DICK (CONT'D)
Andy Mother[bleep]in’ Warhol, the
American antichrist incarnate.
Dick takes a swig of beer from his helmet as he glances over
his shoulder at the Warhol target and flips it off.
DICK (CONT'D)
So I tell ya what. I say we have
ourselves a lil open fire barbecue.
Dick leans in super close to the lens and smirks.
DICK (CONT'D)
Time to say adios, Andy.
The video breaks into an insane montage set to the censored
chorus of Fuck the Police by N.W.A. with the word “Police”
dubbed over (badly) by Dick, replaced with the word “Warhol.”
The montage includes: Dick loading up all his guns and
sipping beer from his helmet, intercut with whip zooms of the
Warhol target, Dick pissing on the target, and various freely
associated surreal imagery. It’s like a Buñuel film on meth.
The broadcast transitions back to the anchor desk. The anchor
is straining with all her might not to laugh.
CABLE NEWS ANCHOR
Pretty powerful stuff.
Genres:
["Drama","Political","Action"]
Ratings
Scene
4 -
A Mysterious Offer
INT. WEEPING LLAMA SPIRITUAL CENTER - CONTINUOUS
THREE SILHOUETTED FIGURES in robes backlit by the sun through
the window in a peaceful temple stand before the flat screen.
Two of the figures stand on opposite sides of the third one,
seated in a mobility scooter, who speaks.
SILHOUETTED FIGURE 1
Oh yeah, this is definitely our
dude.
The two other figures nod in sync.
INT. D.C. CENTRAL DETENTION FACILITY - HOLDING CELL - DAY
Dick is reclined on a bench in a wire mesh holding cell,
partially illuminated by light from the barred window.
A gagging sound from across the cell disturbs Dick’s
contemplation.
11.
Dick leans up and sees a CORPULENT INMATE in a bandana lying
provocatively on the bench on the opposite side of the cell
and gawking at him lasciviously. The inmate proceeds to
simulate fellatio with his hands and tongue.
Dick’s eyes dart around the room to avoid eye contact.
A GUARD approaches the cell with his keys in hand.
GUARD
Dickman?
Dick looks up.
GUARD (CONT'D)
Come on. You made bail.
The guard opens the cell as Dick’s brow furrows in confusion.
EXT. D.C. CENTRAL DETENTION FACILITY - DAY
A heavy steel door clanks shut behind Dick as he exits the
large, red-brick penitentiary.
MAN (O.C.)
Not a man now, but once I was.
Dick stops and discovers MC VIRGIL, a debonair hipster with
grey dreadlocks flowing under a stylish fedora, leaning
against the wall smoking from a cigarette holder.
DICK
Huh?
MC Virgil approaches Dick.
MC VIRGIL
And there he is. The Mullet Man
live from Carnegie Hall for one
night only.
DICK
You talkin’ to me?
MC VIRGIL
To know thyself is the beginning of
wisdom. Maybe I can point you in
the right direction.
MC Virgil extends his hand.
12.
MC VIRGIL (CONT'D)
Dick Dickman? Virgil Monroe at your
service.
Dick accepts Virgil’s handshake with a lost, vacant
expression frozen on his face.
DICK
The bailout guy?
MC VIRGIL
By proxy only, my humble homie. I
serve a higher power.
MC Virgil retrieves a crisp $100 bill from his vest and tugs
at the ends while smiling wryly.
DICK
Who? Er, why-
MC VIRGIL
We can all use a little saving
every once in a while, am I right?
MC Virgil offers Dick a cigarette from his pack. Dick shakes
his head, still dumbfounded.
MC VIRGIL (CONT'D)
Come on. Let’s take a hike,
brother.
MC Virgil puts an arm around Dick and grins.
Dick walks off alongside MC Virgil, utterly confused.
D.C. CENTRAL DETENTION FACILITY - SIDEWALK - MOMENTS LATER
Dick and MC Virgil walk side by side on the sidewalk outside
the jail next to the parking lot.
DICK
So yer pals, they’re bailin’ me out
cuz they saw me on the tube?
MC VIRGIL
(nods)
You might say they’re allies in
your cause.
DICK
Yeah? What cause is that?
13.
MC VIRGIL
The kind that is to be sought
within when the present world goes
astray.
MC Virgil arrives at a black stretch limo and pops open the
rear door.
MC VIRGIL (CONT'D)
And a few moments of your time is
all they’re asking in return.
DICK
Ah shit.
MC VIRGIL
I know what you’re thinking, but
trust me, brother, you don’t need
to sweat these cats.
MC Virgil chuckles in amusement.
DICK
Uh-huh. And all I gotta do is fork
over my cash and wait for the UFO.
MC VIRGIL
Only close encounter we got in mind
is with some good people that wanna
discuss a little project. The kind
that pays off good.
DICK
Yeah? How good?
MC VIRGIL
A defense attorney worth their
weight in salt ain’t cheap. And
with the mob of prosecutors and
social justice warriors rolling out
the guillotine for your sorry ass,
you’re gonna need all the help you
can get.
Dick crosses his arms.
MC VIRGIL (CONT'D)
Unless you’ve already made your own
arrangements, of course.
Dick sighs.
14.
DICK
Just level with me, pard. What the
fuck is this?
MC VIRGIL
Just an open door, my brother.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Dick spits on the ground.
DICK
Shit.
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
5 -
The Weeping Llama Spiritual Center
EXT. CANYON ROAD - DAY
The stretch limo winds up a scenic canyon roadway surrounded
by rolling hills, rocky bluffs, lush greenery, and shrubs.
INT. LIMO - SAME
Dick stares out the window and spots an ornate structure in
the style of a Japanese Buddhist temple on top of the hill.
I/E. WEEPING LLAMA SPIRITUAL CENTER - DAY
The three silhouetted figures in robes we met earlier are
perched at the doorway to the temple as the limo pulls to a
stop in a serene garden outside the entrance, where various
luxury sedans and electric vehicles are parked.
MC Virgil hops out of the limo and jogs toward the rear, but
not before Dick opens the door himself and steps out.
SILHOUETTED FIGURE 2
Mullet Man? Is that you? We’re so
glad you could make it, friend!
Dick stops in his tracks, and the silhouetted figures are
finally revealed as a trio of elderly hippies. There’s:
NIGHT RAINBOW: A glowing, silver-haired 77-year-old woman
with a long ponytail and a cane.
LUNA SEA: An 83-year-old wide-eyed woman with long grey
braids and large cat-eye glasses, and
STEALS THE FARTS: An 86-year-old man in a mobility scooter
with an oxygen tank with a tie-dye beret covering his wild
matted hair.
15.
On the temple door, we can see the logo for “Weeping Llama
Spiritual Center,” featuring a black and white llama embedded
in a Yin-Yang symbol with the tears rolling down its cheeks,
forming the dots of the iconic emblem.
INT. WEEPING LLAMA SPIRITUAL CENTER - MOMENTS LATER
Steals the Farts, Luna Sea, and a gaggle of other berobed
GERIATRIC HIPPIES surround Night Rainbow, who is seated on a
cushion directly in front of Dick, gazing into his eyes with
deep sensitivity and concern. Dick looks back in slack-jawed
bewilderment.
NIGHT RAINBOW
The first thing we want you to
understand, Dick, is that we are
like you.
Dick surveys the congregation of vacant-eyed, beaming hippies
in exotic saffron robes and raises an eyebrow.
NIGHT RAINBOW (CONT'D)
Oh sure, so maybe we dress
different and enjoy different
music. I mean, heck, we both know
how much the media likes to paint
us as enemies. Left versus right,
red versus blue, hippie versus
redneck. All that surface-level
nonsense. But you know what I see
when I look at you, friend?
Night Rainbow puts her hand on top of Dick’s and smiles
warmly. Dick is a little taken aback.
NIGHT RAINBOW (CONT'D)
A starry-eyed dreamer just like me.
DICK
A dreamer, huh?
Dick spits on the floor of the spiritual center. Luna Sea
covers her mouth in horror.
NIGHT RAINBOW
You know what I’d like to do, Dick?
I’d like to share my dream with
you. Would that be alright? I think
you’ll find that our dreams aren’t
so different. Perhaps they’re even
one and the same.
Dick shrugs.
16.
Night Rainbow pulls herself to her feet with her cane and
takes her position in front of an American flag with a peace
sign in the union next to a large mounted frame concealed by
a velvet curtain.
NIGHT RAINBOW (CONT'D)
We’ve heard your impassioned cry to
“take our country back,” and we are
with you! Your voice has not been
lost, friend. God how we’ve dreamed
of reclaiming this beautiful land
and the beautiful people in it from
the cruel warmongers and heartless
capitalists spreading their toxic
materialist disease.
Dick scans the luxurious amenities throughout the temple.
NIGHT RAINBOW (CONT'D)
Sure, our revolution wasn’t a
violent uprising but a peaceful
awakening. We imagined a new
society that would tune in, drop
out, and wake up to a new way of
being. You see, Dick, the more
conscious we become, the more love
we can access because God is love,
and what is God if not the ultimate
consciousness. Am I right?
Dick scratches his ass as he adjusts his position on the
cushion.
NIGHT RAINBOW (CONT'D)
And with more love comes more
peace. Can’t you just see it? A
nuclear bomb of peace dropped on
humanity like Hiroshima, spreading
radioactive love across the land
through the hearts and minds of
every man, woman, and child.
(makes an explosion sound
as she closes her eyes
and opens her arms wide)
Pfffffffttt...Salvation.
The expression on Night Rainbow’s face slowly shifts from
serene nirvana to pained agony.
17.
NIGHT RAINBOW (CONT'D)
But, sadly, it was just when the
first sunlight of awakening
consciousness was cresting the
horizon that we realized our dream
was already dead.
Night Rainbow pauses for dramatic effect, then hobbles toward
the concealed frame.
NIGHT RAINBOW (CONT'D)
And it was all thanks to the
heinous vision of one disgusting
man...
WOOSH! Night Rainbow yanks the curtain from the frame to
reveal one of Warhol’s infamous Campbell’s Soup silkscreens.
All of the geriatric hippies instantly lose their minds at
the mere sight of this demonic abomination. They scream,
wail, vomit, collapse onto the floor, and writhe in pain.
Dick observes with calm detachment.
Night Rainbow suddenly seems to be possessed by the spirit of
a Baptist minister, electrified with newfound zeal.
NIGHT RAINBOW (CONT'D)
TELL ME BROTHAS AND SISTAS, WHO
TURNED OUR FLOWER POWER DREAM INTO
THE ULTIMATE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE?
LUNA SEA
(with hands over ears)
Warhol!
NIGHT RAINBOW
I CAN’T HEAR YOU! I SAID WHO
EMBRACED CAPITALISTIC MASS
PRODUCTION IN ALLLLL ITS
WICKEDNESS?
A hippie clutching her heart on the floor replies.
HIPPIE 1
Warhol!
NIGHT RAINBOW
AND WHO TURNED HIMSELF INTO A M0-
CHINE THAT POISONED THE PRECIOUS
MINDS OF OUR YOUTH WITH THE TOXIC
SLUDGE OF REGURGITATED COMMERCIAL
TRASH?
A hippie contorting in agony replies.
18.
HIPPIE 2
Warhol Warhol Warhol!
NIGHT RAINBOW
(points at Hippie 2)
YES! ANDY WARHOL! THAT DEVIANT
DEVIL THAT UNLEASHED HIS CURSE UPON
THE LAND WHEN HE OFFERED UP HIS
FORBIDDEN FRUIT.
The hippies’ torment reaches a new zenith.
NIGHT RAINBOW (CONT'D)
NOW SOMEBODY BETTER TELL ME, WHERE
IS THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT?! WHERE IS
THAT ACCURSED SERPENT’S APPLE?!
Steals the Farts opens his mouth and only manages to let out
an incomprehensible wail as he raises his hand and points at
the Campbell’s Soup lithograph.
Finally, Night Rainbow takes mercy and whisks the curtain
back over the silkscreen. As soon as she does so, she seems
to snap right back into her sensitive, docile persona.
NIGHT RAINBOW (CONT'D)
That’s right...
The hippies behave like traumatized soldiers in the field
after a brutal battle. They cry, stagger around in shock, and
crawl back to their cushions.
NIGHT RAINBOW (CONT'D)
We blew it. There just weren’t
enough good vibes to turn back the
tide.
(addressing Dick directly)
You were right, Dick. Andy Warhol
must die.
DICK
Yeah, well, I reckon yer prayers
have already been answered there,
pard.
NIGHT RAINBOW
Oh Dick, don’t get literal on us
now. We both know art never dies.
It lives on and on in the soul
where all the guns in the world can
never reach.
DICK
Ain’t that a bitch?
19.
NIGHT RAINBOW
But what if they could?
DICK
Huh?
NIGHT RAINBOW
What if the stain of Warhol’s
rancid renditions were within
reach, and you were holding the
last bottle of Oxi Clean?
The hippies exchange knowing grins.
DICK
You’re losin’ me fast, pard.
Night Rainbow puts a hand on Dick’s shoulder.
NIGHT RAINBOW
Then let’s go find you again, shall
we?
Night Rainbow gestures for Dick to follow her, then heads
toward the shoji doors in the back of the temple. Luna Sea
and Steals the Farts follow suit.
Dick sighs and follows the elders.
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
6 -
The Vision of Warhol
EXT. WEEPING LLAMA SPIRITUAL CENTER - MOMENTS LATER
A half-Lakota-Sioux shaman and half-Indian mystic with a bony
frame, sunken cheeks, and deep dark eyes in his 50s dressed
in a flowing dhoti and a feather headdress, IKTOMI RAMANUJAN
(aka “CHIEF RAJ”), is seated cross-legged playing his sitar
and chanting at a fire pit in the rear garden near a tipi.
The trio of hippies arrive with Dick behind Chief Raj.
Dick observes Chief Raj in the midst of his strange chant,
then gives Night Rainbow a quizzical glance.
Chief Raj finishes his chant and puts his sitar down, keeping
his eyes fixed straight ahead. He speaks in an unidentifiable
accent that seems to be part Indian, part Rez, and part
British, with impeccable diction.
CHIEF RAJ
You have the passenger?
DICK
The what now?
20.
Chief Raj uses a stick to point to a spot on the other side
of the fire, then adjusts the position of a log in the pit.
Night Rainbow gestures for Dick to take a seat at the spot
Chief Raj pointed to. Dick complies, and the hippies join in
around the fire.
CHIEF RAJ
Tell me, Richard. Do you know why
you are here?
DICK
Less and less so by the minute,
pard.
CHIEF RAJ
Good. Not knowing is the first
step.
DICK
Not knowin’ what?
CHIEF RAJ
Your destiny.
Chief Raj flicks some powder into the fire, causing it to
flare up into a powerful, towering flame that knocks Dick and
the hippies on their backs.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
Your deepest desire holds the seeds
of your sacred dharma. Look upon
the flame, and you will begin to
understand your role in this great
cosmic dance.
Dick leans back up and looks into the fire as the flickering
flames begin to form a moving image. It’s Andy Warhol walking
through his New York art studio, The Factory.
Dick glares at the accursed fiery vision.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
Yes. Yes. Put your trust in your
feelings. Let the molten current of
ancient hatreds carry you to the
source of your ultimate desire.
Surrender to the torrent of fury
that flows through your veins.
Dick snaps out of his trance and leaps to his feet.
DICK
The fuck’s this?
21.
NIGHT RAINBOW
Dick, please. You mustn’t offend
Chief Ramanujan. He’s a great
Indian shaman.
STEALS THE FARTS
Both kinds.
Steals the Farts puts his finger on his forehead, indicating
“dot,” then sticks his hand up from the back of his head,
indicating “feather.”
LUNA SEA
We call him “Chief Raj,” dear.
NIGHT RAINBOW
It’s a great honor to receive the
Chief’s guidance. Show him some
faith, and he’ll show you how our
shared dream can be achieved.
CHIEF RAJ
It must be Richard’s choice.
Perhaps he is content with the life
he’s created for himself, wandering
between the winds.
(eyes Dick with
condemnation)
Perhaps we mistook him for a man of
action.
DICK
(sighs)
Ah, shit.
Dick retakes his seat and returns his gaze to the fire. Chief
Raj sprinkles another dash of powder into the fire, and once
more, it flairs into a mighty flame.
Again, the flickering image of Andy Warhol traipsing around
The Factory materializes in the flames.
CHIEF RAJ
Yes. Surrender to the burning
embers of rage in your heart.
The image in the fire becomes denser and more complex. The
shadows of FAWNING SUITORS fade in all around Warhol as he
prances about.
Dick turns red with murderous rage.
22.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
Now see your ultimate desire being
accomplished...
The flames of the fire are reflected in the radiating embers
of Dick’s eyes. WE PUSH IN on the flames.
QUICK CUTS - DICK’S VISION:
-- IN WARHOL’S FACTORY -- Warhol bursts into a contrived
laugh as he displays a Campbell’s Soup can for the shadowy
suitors. Dick marches toward Warhol, loading a cartridge into
an AR-15 and attaching grenades to his bandolier.
-- ON YOUTUBE VIDEO -- Dick pops off a hailstorm of rounds at
the Warhol target.
-- IN WARHOL’S FACTORY -- Warhol is disemboweled and blown
into a million pieces like a sacrificial offering.
BACK TO SCENE
Dick screams and leaps back up, stumbling as he regains his
balance and composure. The flames dwindle back down to a
regular campfire.
DICK
What...what the fuck was that?
Chief Raj pokes the fire log with his stick again.
CHIEF RAJ
A vision, Richard.
LUNA SEA
Is it true, then? What did you
see?!
Chief Raj shoots Luna Sea a stern glance, and she strains to
shut her yap.
Dick approaches the fire and examines it like he’s looking
for the rabbit in the hat.
DICK
How’d y’all do that?
CHIEF RAJ
It is not a question of what I did
but of what you can do.
But you already know that, don’t
you?
23.
DICK
(stammering)
Know-What? I, erm-
Chief Raj stands, approaches Dick, and puts his hands on his
shoulders.
CHIEF RAJ
You have just witnessed the
ultimate unfolding of your karma
through a sacred vision.
DICK
No. No, that ain’t possible. I
mean, what I saw, he was there, and
I was there, and it was impossible.
Right?
CHIEF RAJ
Impossible? Or inevitable? It is
your duty, your dharma, Richard. It
always has been.
DICK
But...how?
CHIEF RAJ
Search your heart. You already know
the way.
QUICK FLASH
Dick and Chief Raj are in a traditional birch bark canoe
drifting down a river covered in steam fog in an icy
wasteland with snowy banks lined with strange ice sculptures.
BACK TO SCENE
Dick looks back at Chief Raj with the glimmer of a new
epiphany in his eyes. Night Rainbow grins ear to ear.
NIGHT RAINBOW
He saw him, didn’t he? The death of
the hated one?
Chief Raj nods. The hippies exchange smiles and squeal with
excitement.
STEALS THE FARTS
Told ya this was our dude.
24.
LUNA SEA
Do you know what this means?!
NIGHT RAINBOW
A world without Warhol. Imagine it.
It’s our dream, friend. Our final
liberation is in your hands.
STEALS THE FARTS
Like killin’ baby Hitler.
LUNA SEA
Oh Dick! Please! Please save us! We
need you!!
Luna Sea breaks into tears.
CHIEF RAJ
Silence!
(looks at Dick)
This is your sacred vision,
Richard. The choice to accept or
refuse is yours and yours alone.
But understand that if you do go,
there is no coming back.
DICK
Ya mean it’s, um, a, uh-
STEALS THE FARTS
One-way trip to Palookaville.
DICK
This ain’t about hirin’ me no damn
lawyer, is it?
STEALS THE FARTS
A wise dude once said the needs of
the many outweigh the needs of the
few.
LUNA SEA
Or the one.
DICK
Y’all lied? And now you want me to
be what? Your fuckin’ errand boy?
NIGHT RAINBOW
Dick, please. Calm yourself. Surely
you must see how this is bigger
than all of us?
25.
STEALS THE FARTS
You really got anything better to
do, trigger boy?
DICK
Well hell yeah, I do!!
SMASH CUT TO:
MONTAGE - A DAY IN THE LIFE - VARIOUS
QUICK CUTS:
-- IN DICK’S TRAILER -- Dick wakes up alone in his army
helmet again.
-- IN DICK’S PICKUP -- Dick drives down a windy highway in a
Walmart smock listening to conservative talk radio.
-- AT WALMART ENTRANCE -- Dick greets zombie-like CUSTOMERS
that ignore him as they amble into the low-grade consumer’s
temple.
-- IN ALLEYWAY OUTSIDE WALMART -- Dick leans against a wall
with his phone, smoking a cigarette and trolling on 4chan.
-- IN DIVE BAR -- Dick is hunched over the bar sipping whisky
alone.
-- IN THE WOODS -- Dick shoots at targets, donning camos and
his trusty beer helmet.
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
7 -
The Mystical Blessing
INT. DICK’S TRAILER - NIGHT
Once more, Dick lies back on his cot in his army helmet. His
eyes are wide open in restless contemplation.
Dick sighs, slides up, grabs his phone, and places a call.
DICK
You win. Count me in, pard.
EXT. URBAN CANAL - DAY
Dick pants and sweats heavily as he follows Chief Raj over a
graffitied cement ledge. Dick is decked out in camos with
eight rifles strapped to his back, ammo cans in one hand, and
a large duffle bag in the other. Chief Raj carries a sarape
backpack and a sheathed knife on his belt.
26.
Chief Raj reaches the top of the ledge and looks back at Dick
as he lumbers up in exhaustion. Dick arrives and discovers
that he’s at the industrial cement shores of the LA River
where the birch bark canoe from his vision with its
ornamental curved stern is docked in all its living glory.
CHIEF RAJ
This is the Crazy Horse. She will
be our faithful vessel for your
voyage down the rivers of time.
Dick scans the harsh urban riverway barricaded by a
graffitied cement wall, surrounded by train tracks and
industrial sprawl, flowing under an arched bridge.
DICK
Rivers of time, huh?
Dick spits on the ground.
CHIEF RAJ
You mustn’t be fooled by surface
appearances, Richard. Where the
Crazy Horse comes from is of no
consequence. Only where she is
going.
DICK
This keeps gettin’ better and
better.
Chief Raj and Dick sidle down the barricade toward the Crazy
Horse.
URBAN CANAL - ON CEMENT WALL - MOMENTS LATER
From the steady rhythm of the urban ambiance, the strident
whine of an electric wheelchair fades in, accompanied by a
trumpeting conch and ringing bell.
Finally, Steals the Farts emerges in his wheelchair with
Night Rainbow and Luna Sea by his side. They wear japamalas
around their necks and flowers in their hair, carrying
smoking temple bowls and bags. Luna Sea blows the conch and
rings the ghanta (ceremonial bell).
URBAN CANAL - SHORESIDE
Dick and Chief Raj load the last of their gear into the Crazy
Horse and board the sturdy craft with Chief Raj in the back
by the oarlocks and Dick in the front as the trio of robed
hippies descends the barricade.
27.
NIGHT RAINBOW
Oh blessed day! Blessed day! What a
sight for these sore, weary eyes.
Chief Raj greets the hippies with a perfunctory bow.
LUNA SEA
It’s time for the blessing!
Dick looks at Chief Raj with incredulity. Chief Raj shrugs.
The hippies gather around the Crazy Horse, unpack their bags,
and create a pop-up altar with a painting of Varuna
surrounded by a puja lamp, incense, fruit, and flowers while
washing their hands and feet in the river.
The hippies sit around the altar with Luna Sea in the center,
playing the role of the priest. Luna Sea closes her eyes. The
other hippies follow suit.
Chief Raj nudges Dick to close his eyes as well. He does.
LUNA SEA (CONT'D)
Varuna. Minos. Neptune. Great
Spirit. We gather in this place on
this glorious autumn day to beseech
your blessing and protection as our
new friend, Dick Dickman embarks on
his final voyage through the rivers
of time.
While everyone’s eyes are closed in reverence, Night Rainbow
slips Chief Raj a coin pouch. Chief Raj clasps his hands
together and gives Night Rainbow a little bow.
Luna Sea offers more flowers to the altar.
LUNA SEA (CONT'D)
Throughout his life, Dick’s purpose
has been invisible to the world and
perhaps even to himself. Like
Jeremiah, Dick has been mocked and
ridiculed by the unenlightened
peoples of his land. He has even
endured betrayal and
excommunication from his kin and
closest companions, who looked upon
him with the eyes of a false judge.
Dick opens his eyes for a brief moment, finding himself
unexpectedly touched by Luna Sea’s words.
28.
LUNA SEA (CONT'D)
These vicious admonitions have made
an exile of a good man, leaving him
afflicted with the scars of their
unjust slings and arrows.
Dick bites his lip, fighting off emotion.
LUNA SEA (CONT'D)
And yet we know that it is through
these trials that you have prepared
Dick for this moment. He has
received your divine vision, and
his courage has led him to us at
this time, in this place. And so it
is with the utmost sanctity and
humility that we implore you to
wrap your protective wing around
this vessel and shield our brave
champion from the rocky waters and
mortal perils that lie ahead.
Luna Sea pours water into a chalice on the altar.
LUNA SEA (CONT'D)
Deliver Dick from the raging
torrents of history to the doorstep
of the abominable one, Andy Warhol.
Guide Dick’s bullets faithfully
through the milky flesh of that
diabolical demon and let the moral
poison of Warhol’s art be washed
forever clean by the regenerative
rivers of his own blood.
Dick becomes flushed with blood lust.
LUNA SEA (CONT'D)
Let the accursed shadow of Warhol’s
vile visions be eternally
vanquished from our collective
imagination so that we all may
dream of a world worthy of your
holy name.
NIGHT RAINBOW / STEALS THE FARTS
Aho.
Luna Sea places more fruit on the altar and rings the ghanta,
queuing the group to open their eyes. The five group members
join hands and huddle their heads together in a close circle.
All dialogue in [brackets] is spoken in Sanskrit, SUBTITLED.
29.
LUNA SEA
[Please, Varuna. Lead our sacred
soldier, Dick Dickman, from the
unreal to the real.]
DISSOLVE TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Action","Adventure"]
Ratings
Scene
8 -
Entering the Mirror Realm
EXT. LA RIVER - ON CRAZY HORSE - DAY
Dick and Chief Raj float down the urban riverway on the Crazy
Horse. Dick’s face hardens with steely determination.
LUNA SEA (V.O.)
[Lead him from darkness to light.]
EXT. LA RIVER - BRIDGE OVERPASS - DAY
The Crazy Horse crosses the plane of the arched bridge.
LUNA SEA (V.O.)
[Lead him from mortality to
immortality...]
The faint sound of a didgeridoo is heard, accompanied by a
funky junkyard beat. We PAN with the Crazy Horse until the
source of the sound is revealed behind a bridge column. It’s
the GREEK CHORUS of our production, which includes:
YILEEN, a large Wiradjuri man in a headband and traditional
tribal body paint rocking the didgeridoo
ART BLAKEY, the legendary jazz drummer dressed to the nines
on a drum kit assembled from trash cans and buckets and
MC Virgil: Dick’s hip escort from jail, leading the group on
a steel wireless microphone.
MC Virgil busts into a rap that sets the stage for Dick’s
odyssey through time [Lyrics to be Added].
MONTAGE - POET’S INTERLUDE 1 - LA RIVER
As Dick and Chief Raj navigate the metropolitan river, we
transition to CLAYMATION. The Greek Chorus continues to
accompany the action with their righteous rhymes. We INTERCUT
between the Crazy Horse and the Greek Chorus with colorful
transitions and superimpositions throughout.
The Crazy Horse enters a water tunnel
30.
INT. FORSAKEN TUNNEL - ANYTIME
The Greek Chorus wraps up as the Crazy Horse cruises deeper
into the tunnel with the light fading behind it. We
transition from claymation back to LIVE ACTION.
END POET’S INTERLUDE
A large cloud of mist rises from the water and engulfs the
Crazy Horse as it enters a kaleidoscopic portal constructed
from LED light panels that flicker in a colorful sequence.
Chief Raj remains stoic. Dick tries to take in the strange
new surroundings through the mist. He flinches as the ghostly
echoes of whispery exhalations and murmurs emerge.
DICK
Who is that? What is this?
CHIEF RAJ
A gateway. The only path to the
past is through the mind and spirit
of the passenger.
DICK
No no no no, ain’t no-
Dick falls silent and goes cold when HOLOGRAPHIC VISAGES are
projected into the mist by the LEDs for fleeting moments.
CHIEF RAJ
Of course, the past never looks the
same when we look back on it.
One of the visages lingers, taking the crystal clear form of
a SCORNED WOMAN in her early 30s with brunette hair, thick
eyebrows, and rage in her eyes. She glares at Dick for a
moment, then lurches toward him.
Dick gasps and covers his head as the scorned woman passes
right through him and dematerializes. Dick peaks back up,
gasping to catch his breath.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
Their dread turns wish: they yearn
for what they fear.
An air duct releases a gust that sends the holographic
visages into a swirl, and they chase after the lights.
Dick looks back at the haunting scene when it is obfuscated
by a thick layer of fog that devours the Crazy Horse.
31.
DICK
Chief?
CHIEF RAJ
Yes?
DICK
Um, where the fuck are we?
CHIEF RAJ
Entering familiar territory,
Richard. We cross into the Mirror
Realm, where the total sum of your
past actions, dreams, emotions, and
imaginings is cast through the
prism of your psychic being.
DICK
Just another day at the rodeo, huh?
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
9 -
Journey through the Server Fortress
INT. SERVER FORTRESS - ANYTIME
The Crazy Horse emerges from a dense plume of fog into a
vast, ominous, subterranean enclosure lined with server tower
columns the size of skyscrapers.
SUPERIMPOSE: “2012”
The server towers are connected through an elaborate network
of wires to a giant, pulsating electronic brain overlooking
the facility from above.
The curved roof is plastered with streaming video of USERS
looking into the cameras of their phones, computers, and
tablets like mindless zombies. Feeds of TALK SHOW PUNDITS,
CELEBRITIES, and INFLUENCERS flicker across the walls.
SERVER FORTRESS - ON CRAZY HORSE
Chief Raj navigates the digital labyrinth while Dick looks up
at the colossal towers in awe.
DICK
This is my mind? Sure don’t look
familiar. Not by a damn sight.
CHIEF RAJ
The mind hides many things from the
light of awareness.
32.
INT. SERVER FORTRESS - CENTRAL CONTROL ROOM - SAME
MINOS, a tall, imposing figure in a long, indigo velvet robe
that conceals his face, shiny designer shoes with bejeweled
skeleton hands, is perched on a throne surrounded by 360
degrees of control board, monitors, and windows overlooking
the brain and the rest of the facility.
CHIEF RAJ (V.O.)
Here, the phantoms that loom in the
shade of your soul will manifest
the challenges you require.
Minos observes as more new users appear on the ceiling from
streams of current that dart up from the server towers.
INT. SERVER FORTRESS - ON CRAZY HORSE - SAME
DICK
Uh-huh. Any chance we can take the
express route, Chief?
CHIEF RAJ
One does not fulfill his dharma
without preparation. How can one
expect to transform the world at
large if he has not learned to
transform his own spirit?
Dick pulls a handgun from his tactical vest.
DICK
I dunno. Why don’t we ask Mr. Glock
45 here?
CHIEF RAJ
You jest but reveal much. A man who
turns to violence so compulsively
does not have the spiritual
strength to shoulder the burden you
seek.
DICK
Huh.
CHIEF RAJ
I know you do not understand, but
you will. Put your weapon away, but
stay vigilant.
Dick reholsters his handgun.
33.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
An entity lurks in this place that
starves for your observance. This
is your first challenge.
DICK
Entity? Who?
Chief Raj looks Dick dead in the eye with severe profundity.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
10 -
The Shadowy Orator and the Impending Apocalypse
INT. SERVER FORTRESS - ROCK ISLAND - SAME
From the back of a rickety wooden platform on a rock island
in a remote pocket of the cybernetic hellscape, we see the
silhouette of a SHADOWY ORATOR in a tattered suit and top
hat. The orator addresses an audience of admiring ZOMBIE
ACOLYTES with sunken eyes and rotting skin dressed in shabby
camouflage, hunting hats, baseball caps, and anti-Obama tees
gathered closely around their leader on the platform.
The orator speaks in a familiar accent and cadence, but his
voice is digitized, taking a distorted robotic timbre.
SHADOWY ORATOR
The day is nigh, my friends. No
sir. Ain’t no escapin’ our ultimate
judgment. Not with all the most
powerful supercomputers in the
world. For it was 5,000 years ago
in the jungles of Guatemala that
the algorithms of the ancient
Mayans deciphered the threads that
weave the fabric of our reality.
Their calendar plotted all of time
in a closed circle, and my friends,
that circle is a’closin’.
The orator pauses and bows his head for dramatic effect as
the acolytes swell with dread.
From the corner of his eye, the orator spots the Crazy Horse
turning around a river bend in the distance. The orator looks
back up at the acolytes with foreboding solemnity.
SHADOWY ORATOR (CONT'D)
Perhaps even sooner than we
foresaw...
The acolytes murmur with anxiety.
SHADOWY ORATOR (CONT'D)
Behold! The archangel of the
apocalypse is upon us!
34.
The orator gestures theatrically at the Crazy Horse as it
approaches in the distance. All the sullen zombie eyes snap
toward the Crazy Horse at once.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
11 -
The Dark Encounter
INT. SERVER FORTRESS - ON CRAZY HORSE - SAME
Dick takes deep breaths with his eyes wide open as the Crazy
Horse traverses into a dark stretch of the facility. The
lights dim, cloaking Dick in darkness.
Overhead florescent lights flicker and strobe, creating
obscure patterns and distorting the motion of everything in
and around the Crazy Horse.
OMINOUS SHADOWS whisk by from different directions, then
disappear into the darkness. Dick gasps.
CHIEF RAJ
Calm yourself, Richard. Be still.
Chief Raj paddles as slowly and gently as possible. The
grunts and sinister groans of UNSEEN MENACING FIGURES draw
closer and closer.
Dick closes his eyes and clasps his hands together, breathing
heavily, sweating, and biting his lip to stay silent.
All is silent...then-
BRAWRRR!! A mutilated zombie hand grabs Dick’s legs, reaching
up from the murky depths while moaning loudly. Dick releases
a guttural scream. Chief Raj springs into action, whacking
the outstretched arm with one of his oars.
The arm falls back into the water, but as it sinks, the full
complement of zombie acolytes pop up from the water around
the Crazy Horse and swarm Dick. A tornado of limbs wrap
around Dick and tear up his camos as they smother him.
Chief Raj fights valiantly to defend the vessel with his oar,
but the effort is futile. A couple of the zombie acolytes zap
Chief Raj with a taser and toss him overboard.
The zombies pull down on the hull of the Crazy Horse and
capsize it. Dick is dumped into the water along with all his
gear.
DICK’S POV - UNDERWATER
The faint, horrifying mugs of the zombies are illuminated by
the strobing fluorescents above water.
35.
ON DICK - UNDERWATER
Dick looks up at the zombies as he sinks with a faint glimmer
of perplexed recognition.
DICK'S POV - UNDERWATER
The zombies blow bubbles as they roar and reach down to grab
us. They begin to go out of focus.
ON DICK - UNDERWATER
Dick nods off, his consciousness fading.
DICK'S POV - UNDERWATER
The subaquatic scene blurs into total obscurity.
FADE OUT.
BLACK SCREEN
The bloodthirsty chants and rattly growls of a large ravenous
group of fanatics crescendo.
FADE IN:
DICK’S POV - SERVER FORTRESS - ROCK ISLAND - LATER
A series of cloudy figures come into focus from a vague field
of light.
ON DICK
Dick is tied to a wooden stake on the rock island with his
camos in tatters with thin slices of fiber scantily draped
over his beefy bod. His eyes flicker open as he regains
consciousness.
DICK'S POV
The blurry figures crystallize into the ferocious zombie
acolytes who chant and lift their fists, guns, and torches in
unison while chanting.
36.
ZOMBIE ACOLYTES
(in unison)
TRUTH! TRUTH! TRUTH! TRUTH!
SERVER FORTRESS - ROCK ISLAND
DICK
Come on, Richie. Wake up, buddy.
(squeezes eyes shut, then
reopens them)
Ah crap.
Suddenly, the crowd of zombies break into cheers and part
like the Red Sea. Emerging through the rows of fanatical
acolytes is their leader, the shadowy orator.
The orator passes through his acolytes toward a narrow beam
of light, revealing himself for the first time...it’s Dick at
age 50 from the year 2012 (2012 DICK). We now see that he is
going shirtless under his frayed blazer and wearing five
tribal necklaces made of human teeth.
2012 Dick still speaks in his digitized voice.
2012 DICK
Gentlemen. The archangel is upon
us!
The acolytes break into crazed cheers. Dick braces himself.
Genres:
["Action","Horror","Sci-Fi"]
Ratings
Scene
12 -
Confrontation and Intervention
INT. SERVER FORTRESS - CENTRAL CONTROL ROOM - SAME
Minos is off his throne, looking down at the rock island from
the window as 2012 Dick confronts Dick on the stake.
NAHASH, a black serpent, slithers up Minos’s shoulder.
NAHASH
(in Aramaic)
He does not belong here.
Minos groans and pushes a button on the control board.
INT. SERVER FORTRESS - ROCK ISLAND - SAME
2012 Dick paces back and forth in front of Dick.
2012 DICK
You would deny your divine nature?
Why, angel?
(MORE)
37.
2012 DICK (CONT'D)
Why do you deprive us of your
judgment and prophecy of truth?
ZOMBIE ACOLYTE 1
Truuuuuuuuuuth!
DICK
I’m tellin’ ya, yer barkin’ up the
wrong tree, pard. Trust me.
2012 DICK
You would deny that the end times
are upon us when the omens are as
undeniable as they are? We may be
mere mortals, your eminence, but we
ain’t blind.
The acolytes chuckle.
DICK
Omens?
2012 DICK
Of course! The ascent of that false
prophet, Barack Hussein Obama - the
foreign-born beast, the risin’ of
the world’s waters-
As 2012 Dick rattles off omens, Dick seems to recognize and
remember something.
2012 DICK (CONT'D)
We got rogue planets, earthquakes,
solar flairs, Russian treaties, gay
frogs, billionaire pedo islands,
and Obamacare. Besides all that, we
got the Mayan calendar. The 13th
b’ak’tun is about to close, then
its curtains.
Dick takes a beat to form a strategy.
DICK
What if I could promise ya the
world ain’t comin’ to an end? That
December 22nd’ll come round, and
life’ll go on like usual?
2012 Dick chuckles in bemusement as he turns his back on Dick
and takes a couple steps away from him into the crowd.
2012 DICK
Oh this is cute. This is cute. He
thinks we’re just fuckin’ around.
38.
Some of the acolytes laugh along. Dick grimaces in
discomfort.
SHINK! 2012 Dick unsheathes a rusty machete from one of the
acolytes, lunges at Dick, and presses it to his neck.
2012 DICK (CONT'D)
WELL WE AIN’T FUCKIN’ AROUND,
ANGEL!!!
The zombies break into a frenzy of bloodlust, roaring,
growling, prancing, dancing, and raising their torches.
2012 DICK (CONT'D)
How ‘bout it, angel? How ‘bout
endin’ the fuckin’ charade? Impart
your message. We know it’s all
goin’ to hell, includin’ us.
DICK
I-I-
The interrogation is interrupted by the harsh, rattling buzz
of a pair of approaching propellors.
2012 Dick and the acolytes look up and find HERMES, a slick
executive type in a handsome suit and steampunk goggles,
descending on the rock island in a pair of mechanical
bumblebee wings. Everyone goes silent with reverent dread.
2012 Dick lowers the machete.
Hermes lands on the island. The acolytes spread out to clear
a path as Hermes approaches 2012 Dick. One of the zombies
roars at Hermes as he passes by.
Hermes stops directly in front of 2012 Dick, lifts his
goggles, and glances at Dick on the stake, assessing the
situation.
HERMES
This is over.
2012 DICK
But he, I mean-
Hermes shakes his head, and 2012 Dick falls silent.
HERMES
It’s over. This is coming straight
from the bottom. Release him.
2012 Dick sighs, nods, and cuts the rope around Dick with the
machete.
39.
2012 Dick and a couple of the acolytes help Dick down from
the stake. When Dick’s feet hit the ground, 2012 Dick puts
his hand on his shoulder and looks deep into Dick’s eyes. A
look of profound recognition washes over 2012 Dick’s face.
2012 Dick leans in close to Dick’s ear and whispers loudly in
a human voice for the first time.
2012 DICK
Remember. You always have a choice.
Genres:
["Sci-Fi","Fantasy","Horror"]
Ratings
Scene
13 -
Reflection and Perspective
INT. SERVER FORTRESS - ON CRAZY HORSE - MOMENTS LATER
Chief Raj is perched on the empty Crazy Horse on the shore of
the rock island with smoke rising from his headdress and a
stern expression glued to his face.
Dick approaches the Crazy Horse and stops in front of it,
shivering and covering himself in his torn clothes.
CHIEF RAJ
Come. We have a long way to travel
yet.
DICK
Well shit, Princess, you plannin’
to hang me out to dry again at the
next bend in the river?
Chief Raj squeezes some water out of his dhoti.
CHIEF RAJ
This is your spirit, not mine. I do
not and can not exist in this
place. I must occupy only the
river, the sacred passageway.
Dick continues to shiver as he looks back at 2012 Dick and
his zombie acolytes re-congregating around the platform, then
back at the Crazy Horse.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
There is only one path forward,
Richard.
Chief Raj retrieves another folded dhoti from his soaked
backpack and offers it to Richard.
DICK
What’s this?
Richard accepts the dhoti.
40.
CHIEF RAJ
The shirt off of my back to replace
the ones taken from yours.
Chief Raj gestures to the middle of the canoe, where only a
few scattered rations and water jugs remain. Virtually all
the weapons and supplies are missing.
DICK
Ah shit, now how the fuck we gonna-
Chief Raj puts a hand up to silence Dick.
CHIEF RAJ
What is lost shall be found, but
not here. Come.
Dick sighs and climbs aboard.
SERVER FORTRESS - MOMENTS LATER
The Crazy Horse launches off and glides into the calm waters.
SERVER FORTRESS - ON CRAZY HORSE - SAME
Dick, now changed into the dhoti loincloth, gazes back at the
rock island as it grows smaller on the horizon. 2012 Dick
resumes his oration to his devoted zombies. Dick shakes his
head in disbelief.
DICK
It’s strange.
CHIEF RAJ
What’s that?
DICK
Reminds me how I was so damn sure
‘bout everything when I was talkin’
out my ass half the time. But shit,
I wasn’t always wrong. Kinda makes
ya wonder...
CHIEF RAJ
Alpa-Jnaha Svalpa-Matihi. He who
knows little thinks himself wise.
DICK
We really thought the world was
done for back then. I reckoned all
the signs were there.
41.
CHIEF RAJ
Sometimes things are just as they
seem. And sometimes things are made
to seem as they are not.
Genres:
["Sci-Fi","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
14 -
The Enraged Frenzy
INT. SERVER FORTRESS - CENTRAL CONTROL ROOM - SAME
Minos pulls a lever on the switchboard.
SERVER FORTRESS - SAME
A spotlight swivels from high above down onto 2012 Dick on
the rock island. The light animates 2012 Dick, sending him
into an impassioned rant, which rouses the zombie acolytes.
A mirror hanging above the rock island rotates, casting 2012
Dick’s reflection across a network of mirrors suspended
across the server towers until it’s projected as a giant
hovering hologram at center stage.
The demented troll spirit hologram of 2012 Dick zooms around
the perimeter of the roof, casting video montages depicting
various conspiracy theories across all the wall screens,
which sends the users, pundits, celebrities, and influencers
looking down from above into an enraged frenzy.
SERVER FORTRESS - ON CRAZY HORSE - SAME
Dick looks on intently as a projection of Andy Warhol in his
black turtleneck rises up the walls of the facility, towering
over the conspiracy theory videos with strings dangling from
his elongated fingers like a diabolical puppet master. The
strings from Warhol’s fingers attach to various prominent
figures from the videos: J. Edgar Hoover, the Koch Brothers,
Jeffrey Epstein, George Soros, Bill Clinton, and many more.
SERVER FORTRESS - SAME
As the users scream and type, a massive current flows into
the giant brain, accelerating its pulsations and power surges
dramatically.
SERVER FORTRESS - CENTRAL CONTROL ROOM - SAME
Minos groans and rubs his belly as the current from the brain
surges to his throne.
42.
SERVER FORTRESS - ON CRAZY HORSE - SAME
The Crazy Horse crosses the plane of a tunnel as it exits the
cybernetic enclosure.
Dick looks back, observing the towering Warhol, swelling with
anger and dread as he is swallowed by darkness.
Genres:
["Horror","Science Fiction","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
15 -
Reflections in the Sewer: A Mysterious Journey
INT. SEWER TUNNEL - ANYTIME
The Crazy Horse sails through a narrow, circular sewer
tunnel.
As the Crazy Horse enters a fork in the tunnel, we discover
our Greek Chorus jamming on the boundary.
MONTAGE - POET’S INTERLUDE 2 - SEWER TUNNELS
As the Crazy Horse slithers through the network of sewer
tunnels, we transition to CLAYMATION.
MC Virgil lays down more bars about Dick’s quest, confronting
new doubts and weaknesses as the Crazy Horse works its way
back to the 2000s in the aftermath of 9/11 [Lyrics to be
Added].
As the Crazy Horse exits the sewer tunnel, it transitions
from claymation back to LIVE ACTION, entering a grim riverway
in a cloud of falling ash.
SUPERIMPOSE: “2002”
END POET’S INTERLUDE
EXT. FREEDOM RIVERWAY - DAY
Dick takes in the bleak surroundings through the falling ash.
The riverway is flanked by a miserable, grey, urban cityscape
populated by homes plastered with American flags and “Support
Our Troops” decals. ARMED MILITARY POLICE jog in formation
out of the mouths of giant statue heads of Dick Cheney, Paul
Wolfowitz, and other neoconservative power brokers. Small
pockets of DOWNTRODDEN CITIZENS are observed warily by giant
eyeballs mounted on wire towers. Derricks pump oil by
intermittent plumes of fire on the horizon.
CHIEF RAJ
This is some mind you have on you,
Richard.
43.
DICK
I still don’t rightly know what to
make of it all. Is this place for
real?
CHIEF RAJ
That depends on how you look at it.
Is what is revealed to us in dreams
real?
Dick furrows his brow.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
My people believe dreams are a way
of looking into the Spirit World.
You might say the Mirror Realm
exists in the same plane.
DICK
So I’m...dreamin’?
Chief Raj contemplates for a moment.
CHIEF RAJ
Look upon the river just ahead.
Dick obliges, scooting to the bow of the Crazy Horse and
looking out at the clear green waters of the riverway.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
What do you see?
DICK
Uh, water.
CHIEF RAJ
Look closer. What do you see?
Dick leans forward and notices the reflection of the sky in
the crystalline waters.
DICK
Clouds, the sun, uh-
CHIEF RAJ
Yes, Wakinyan. Sky Father. We see
him in much the same way we see him
in our hearts: as a reflection. We
know he exists from his reflection
just as we know we have lived from
the reflections of the Mirror
Realm.
44.
DICK
You sayin’ nothin’ I do
here...matters?
Chief Raj scans the Crazy Horse, picks up one of the stones
that have leaked onto the deck, and heaves it hard into the
water, creating large ripples that distort the reflection.
CHIEF RAJ
Like your spirit, the reflection
can be disturbed, even if Sky
Father above is not.
Chief Raj looks up at the sky. Dick mirrors.
Dick’s attention is captured by a large, stained banner
featuring the image of Andy Warhol draped in an Old Glory
that dangles precariously from a condemned factory beneath a
tattered American flag that waves in the breeze.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
It is only when these reflections
are undisturbed by your repulsion
and attraction to your past
attachments that your spirit will
be prepared to leave the Mirror
Realm and carry out its dharma with
impeccable resolve.
Dick looks back at Chief Raj.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
Your next challenge awaits you
here. It is time to find that which
has been lost.
Chief Raj nods at the scattered rations once more.
Genres:
["Horror","Fantasy","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
16 -
Confrontation and Escape
EXT. FREEDOM RIVERWAY - SHORE - MOMENTS LATER
The Crazy Horse approaches the shore near an industrial hub
lined with warehouses, smokestacks, and cranes.
CHIEF RAJ
This place is familiar to you?
Dick nods furtively.
The Crazy Horse pulls up to the shore. Dick takes a deep
breath and leaps out.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
Richard.
45.
Dick stops and looks back.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
You will face fear in this place.
Don’t let it master you. Be brave
and return swiftly.
Dick nods and takes off.
EXT. DECAYED URBAN JUNGLE - MOMENTS LATER
Dick huffs and puffs as he runs through the city back alleys.
One of the wire tower eyeballs tracks Dick as he runs by.
Dick turns a corner and encounters a group of PRIVATE
MILITARY CONTRACTORS rounding up ARAB-AMERICAN CITIZENS,
drawing weapons on them, putting bags over their heads, and
frisking them in a humiliating fashion.
Dick stops in his tracks for a moment, becomes conscious of
the fact that he’s wearing a dhoti, then scurries away.
EXT. SURVIVALIST BUNKER - LATER
Dick arrives outside a makeshift brick bunker in the decrepit
industrial hub, gasping to catch his breath.
The door to the bunker is cracked open, and the muffled
chatter of a ham radio leaks out.
Dick approaches gingerly, looks in each direction, peaks
inside, then enters.
INT. SURVIVALIST BUNKER - CONTINUOUS
Dick steps inside the bunker, which is an amateur command
center filled with computers displaying surveillance feeds
and satellite maps, a ham radio plugged into a station,
shelves of filtered water and canned food, a massive gun
rack, and Osama Bin Laden shooting targets.
Dick finds a military duffle bag and proceeds to pack water,
canned food, camos, weapons, ammunition, and supplies.
As Dick bends over to reach for an ammo box under a shelf, a
large ominous shadow descends on him.
Dick looks up and discovers the imposing figure blocking the
light from the bunker door: it’s 2002 DICK at age 40 in full
commando mode with an AR-15 aimed right at Dick’s temple.
46.
He’s dressed in tight-fitting camos with the sleeves cut off
the shirt, an American flag eyepatch over some gauze on an
injured eye, a matching American flag bandana, and a tactical
duty belt for his sidearms and ammunition. 2002 Dick eyes
Dick in his dhoti up and down.
Dick mirrors 2002 Dick, looking up and down at his dhoti.
DICK
No.
2002 Dick plods toward Dick.
2002 DICK
Big mistake, pard.
Dick scampers back like a cornered rat.
DICK
No no no no no no!
THWAP! 2002 Dick smacks Dick across the face with the butt of
his rifle, sending him flying to the ground in a pool of
blood.
2002 DICK
Save it for the U.N., hadji scum.
2002 Dick grabs Dick by the mullet and tosses his rifle.
DICK
Hadji?
(glances at dhoti again)
No no, you don’t understand. I-
2002 Dick pulls a sidearm to Dick’s temple.
2002 DICK
You’re stealin’ my shit, ain’t ya?
2002 Dick bashes Dick’s face into a table.
2002 DICK (CONT'D)
Last time I checked, motherfuckers
who steal our shit ain’t with us
2002 Dick puts a black hood over Dick’s face.
2002 DICK (CONT'D)
And if ya ain’t with us, yer with
them.
2002 Dick handcuffs Dick.
47.
DICK
The fuck do you want?!
2002 DICK
For starters?
2002 Dick cocks his sidearm and puts it against Dick’s mouth
over the hood. Dick nods in fear.
2002 DICK (CONT'D)
You can tell me who the fuck sent
ya.
DICK
Who sent me? What do you mean?
Don’t you-I mean-I’m-
2002 DICK
Ahhh!!!!
2002 Dick smashes Dick’s face into the table a couple more
times, then tosses him to the floor.
2002 DICK (CONT'D)
On your back, fucker!
2002 Dick grabs a small towel and a water jug as Dick rolls
onto his back while coughing and rasping.
2002 Dick steps on Dick’s chest.
2002 DICK (CONT'D)
Was it the Taliban? Al Qaeda? That
rat fuck al-Zawahiri?
DICK
It was just me, I swear! I’m sorry,
okay?
2002 DICK
Lyin’ ain’t gonna get you nowhere.
2002 Dick kneels down, presses his knee to Dick’s chest,
holds the towel over Dick’s face, then pours some water over
the towel, waterboarding Dick. Dick kicks and shakes.
2002 Dick stops pouring and lifts the towel.
2002 DICK (CONT'D)
WHO SENT YOU, FUCK?!
DICK
I-I-I don’t-
48.
2002 DICK
Oh, you want another drink?
DICK
No no no no no no-
2002 Dick smothers Dick with the towel again and pours more
water over it, making Dick squirm.
Once more, 2002 Dick lifts the towel.
2002 DICK
You can save yourself, but I need
fuckin’ details. I’m talkin’ names,
dates, and attack coordinates.
Spill it, bitch!
DICK
What attack?! I’m American!
2002 DICK
Sure. As American as shish kebab.
2002 Dick waterboards Dick some more, then pulls back.
2002 DICK (CONT'D)
I reckon you don’t know nothin’
about Bin Laden neither, huh?
DICK
Bin Laden? Bin Laden’s dead. I mean-
More waterboarding for a longer time. Dick’s legs kick up
wildly in the air from the extreme suffocation and pain.
2002 DICK
Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Don’t
you fuckin’ get it? The jig is up,
pard. I know who you really are and
why you’re here.
DICK
You-ya do?
2002 DICK
I got all fuckin’ day, pard. You
can tell me ‘bout your next target,
or we can keep playin’.
2002 Dick pulls Dick’s head back for another smothering-
DICK
Ok Ok Ok Ok. I’ll-I’ll-I’ll tell
you. Fuck.
49.
2002 DICK
Atta boy. Better me than 72
virgins, right?
2002 Dick pulls the hood off of Dick. Dick bends over in
agony and disorientation, breaks into a coughing fit, and
gasps for dear life.
2002 Dick pulls Dick back up by the hair and holds the gun to
his temple.
2002 DICK (CONT'D)
Well?
Dick scans the bunker and struggles to regain enough
composure to speak.
DICK
Map. You got a map?
2002 Dick grabs Dick and pushes him toward the nearest
computer monitor.
2002 Dick closes out the surveillance feed, pulls up a Google
Earth-style interactive map of the U.S., uncuffs Dick, and
puts the gun back to his head.
2002 DICK
Where, fuck?
DICK
Okay.
Dick takes the mouse and scrolls in toward Colorado. 2002
Dick gives Dick an incredulous look.
2002 DICK
You fuckin’ with me?
DICK
No no no. I meant here.
Dick leans in closer to the screen, puts his fingers on
Colorado Springs then begins dragging it slowly down toward
Cheyenne Mountain.
2002 Dick leans in for a closer look. Dick musters his
courage, then in a sudden violent burst, shoves 2002 Dick’s
face toward the screen, piercing his good eye with the corner
of the monitor.
2002 screams in agony and pulls his hand to his eye as Dick
snags the duffle bag full of weapons and supplies.
50.
2002 DICK
AHHHH!!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!!
2002 Dick, blinded, fires his sidearm off wildly, sending the
bullets ricocheting through the bunker, destroying valuable
equipment and supplies.
Dick bursts out of the bunker.
Genres:
["Action","Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
17 -
Escape from 2002 Dick
EXT. FREEDOM RIVERWAY - SHORE - MOMENTS LATER
Dick runs for dear life down toward the shore where Chief Raj
awaits, smoking a pipe in the Crazy Horse.
DICK
Get a wiggle on, Chief!
Chief Raj lowers his pipe, sees Dick sprinting toward him,
and rises to his feet.
In the distance, behind Dick, 2002 Dick emerges, stumbling
and twirling about like the Tasmanian Devil with his AR-15 in
hand while blood gushes from his eye.
2002 DICK
RAAAAWRRG!!!
Dick looks over his shoulder and sees 2002 Dick.
DICK
Ah shit.
Dick trips on his dhoti falls.
THUD! Dick hits the deck. 2002 Dick whips his head in the
direction of the sound.
2002 DICK
BLAAAAAAAAGHHH!!!!!!!
2002 Dick fires his rifle off wildly in the general direction
of Dick.
As Dick leaps to his feet, he steps on his dhoti, and it
peels off.
DICK
WAHHH!!!!!
CHIEF RAJ
Richard!
51.
Dick picks up the duffle and darts toward the Crazy Horse in
his tighty-whities, zig-zagging to evade bullets as they
whizz into the water and the grass around him.
Dick screams and leaps into the Crazy Horse head first,
Superman style.
Dick evades the bullets, then tosses the duffle into the
Crazy Horse and leaps in head first, Superman style.
Chief Raj pushes off and paddles rapidly toward the river’s
channel.
2002 Dick continues to fire wildly in the general direction
of the Crazy Horse, sending bullets whizzing into the water.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
I take it you don’t practice self-
love.
The Crazy Horse sails further and further away from the
shore, and the gunshots subside.
Dick peaks up over the stern at 2002 Dick shrinking on the
horizon. 2002 Dick pulls the trigger, but it only clicks; the
clip has been emptied. 2002 Dick collapses onto the ground
and discharges a scream of incandescent anger and agony.
Chief Raj pilots the Crazy Horse into the mouth of a natural
river cave adjacent to a series of drain pipe tunnels.
Genres:
["Action","Adventure","Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
18 -
Reflections in the Cave
INT. MYSTICAL CAVE SYSTEM - CONTINUOUS
The Crazy Horse enters the cave. The light fades, and Dick
pulls himself back up to his seat, catching his breath and
surveying his new surroundings.
Dick and Chief Raj share a moment of silence as they find
themselves in an elaborate cave system with shimmering
emerald ponds, stalactites, and enigmatic hazy light sources.
Dick looks back at the mouth of the cave as it disappears
around the bend.
CHIEF RAJ
If I didn’t know any better, I’d
say there’s something back there
you miss.
Dick gives Chief Raj a look of pure anguish; the pain and
trauma of his torture experience is in his eyes.
52.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
We often hold onto the wounds of
our past because they are all we
know. We allow ourselves to become
our wounds.
DICK
Or our daddies...
Chief Raj looks at Dick with keen interest. As Dick speaks,
he rifles through the duffle bag for the freshly stolen camos
and tactical vest and puts them on.
DICK (CONT'D)
I used to say my pop was “tough but
fair,” but truth is, he was just a
mean son bitch. Come from a whole
line of vets up ‘till me. I was the
big disappointment. When them
planes crashed into the towers, I
reckoned it was my chance to become
the man I was supposed to be.
CHIEF RAJ
Did you?
Dick locates a pack of cigarettes in the vest and lights up.
DICK
My daddy said I was a damn fool
playin’ G.I. Joe. I was a failure
in his eyes right up to the end.
After the way things shook out in
the Middle East, I’d have to say he
was right. “War on Terror.” Shit.
CHIEF RAJ
How can you destroy that which
lives in the hearts of all men?
Dick takes a long drag and blows the smoke out slowly as he
sinks into deep reflection.
As the Crazy Horse traverses deeper into the cave system, we
discover our Greek Chorus kicking it on a rock structure on
the shore of the river cave.
MONTAGE - POET’S INTERLUDE 3 - MYTHICAL CAVE SYSTEM
The Crazy Horse snakes through the steamy interior of the
cavern, and we transition to CLAYMATION.
53.
Our bards lay down some fresh rhymes about Dick’s noble but
foolhardy attempts at redemption and how this recognition has
led Dick to wonder what else he’s been wrong about, including
Warhol being the progenitor of America’s demise [Lyrics to be
Added].
The Crazy Horse approaches a gentle waterfall at the exit to
the tunnel system illuminated by an eerie neon light.
The Crazy Horse transitions from claymation back to LIVE
ACTION.
END POET’S INTERLUDE
Genres:
["Action","Adventure","Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
19 -
Swimming Towards Reality
EXT. VEGAS DREAMSCAPE - CANALS - NIGHT
The water from the falls dumps on Dick and Chief Raj’s heads
as they cross through toward the obscure neon jungle beyond.
The Crazy Horse emerges in a somehow more over-the-top,
expressionistic, cartoon-like rendering of Las Vegas during a
light rainfall.
SUPERIMPOSE: “1992”
Dick finds himself surrounded on all sides by jagged,
disproportionate billboards with aphoristic slogans, casinos,
roller coasters, and amusements galore lining the main strip,
casting a grim shadow on the slums just beyond it.
DONG DONG DONG. The reverberating chime of a clock tower
being struck catches Dick’s ear.
Dick spots the clock tower at the center of an electrified
plaza. It’s 11:00PM. Dick swells with apprehension as he
seems to recognize where (and when) he is.
Dick takes a couple of deep breaths through his mouth, then
whips out one of his handguns.
DICK
Pull ‘er over, pard.
CHIEF RAJ
Richard? What is the meaning of
this?
Dick cocks the handgun.
DICK
I said pull over. I ain’t fuckin’
around.
54.
CHIEF RAJ
(shakes head)
Not in your current state. It’s too
dangerous.
DICK
(looks at the strip)
Damn right. Dangerous for someone
out there.
CHIEF RAJ
If you treat the Mirror Realm as
your reality, it will become such.
Surrender control to your
attachments, and you will be
forever devoured by your past.
DICK
Yeah, fuck you. I don’t care.
Dick jumps ship into the water.
CHIEF RAJ
Richard!
Dick swims violently toward the shore.
Genres:
["Action","Thriller","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
20 -
Confrontation at the Luxor
EXT. VEGAS DREAMSCAPE - STRIP - NIGHT
Dick bolts through UNRULY HORDES of New Year’s revelers.
A pair of lion statues perched on guard like gargoyles
outside a casino turn their heads as Dick runs by.
EXT. DREAMSCAPE LUXOR HOTEL & CASINO - MOMENTS LATER
Dick arrives at a dark, austere pyramid gambling house with a
beam of light emanating from atop the capstone.
Dick bites his lip and makes a beeline for the entrance.
INT. DREAMSCAPE LUXOR HOTEL - HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
Dick runs down the ornately carpeted hallway of the hotel
along the open face of the pyramid.
Dick stops outside room 3910, which seems familiar to him.
Dick presses his head up against the door and listens to a
male and female voice in the throes of an argument.
55.
As Dick leans in closer to the hole, he’s sucked in flush
against the keyhole by some invisible force. Dick screams and
attempts to resist as his body is shrunk, compressed,
flattened, and sucked through the keyhole.
INT. DREAMSCAPE LUXOR HOTEL - ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The compressed and flattened Dick is pushed through the
keyhole, where his body re-inflates and expands to its normal
dimensions.
Dick covers his mouth to stop himself from screaming when he
discovers he’s staring at the back of 1992 DICK at age 30 in
a kitschy floral tank top and backward Texas Rangers cap.
Dick takes cover in the bathroom but continues to eavesdrop.
HOTEL BEDROOM
1992 Dick’s bedridden interlocutor is his wife, VALERIE
DICKMAN (”VAL”), who we recognize as the scorned woman that
appeared as a holographic visage back in the Forsaken Tunnel.
There’s a panoramic view of the Vegas strip in the window
beyond Val, where plumes of fire from a nearby volcano show
rise periodically.
1992 Dick glances at his watch.
1992 DICK
I’m walkin’ out that door in about
ten seconds, babe. No foolin’.
Val speaks with a strident New Jersey accent.
VAL
So do it already. What do I care?
1992 DICK
Why ya gotta be like that?
VAL
I told you already. I’m sick.
1992 DICK
And right on cue.
VAL
You know, why don’t ya just do
whatever the fuck ya want, Dick?
It’s what you’re good at.
1992 Dick bursts into laughter.
56.
1992 DICK
Whatever I want? What I want? I’ve-
VAL
Shut up! Jesus. Don’t you ever get
sick of the sound of your own
voice?
Val turns away from 1992 Dick in bed. 1992 Dick sighs,
approaches Val, and sits down by her on the foot of the bed.
He softens his tone.
1992 DICK
I really thought this trip would do
us some good.
VAL
I’ve heard the routine. It needs
work.
1992 DICK
Don’t ya remember what it was like
back in the East Village? We was
both so wild and too damn stubborn
for our good, but it was great. All
we needed was each other and a
blank canvas. I tell ya babe, we’ve
lost somethin’.
VAL
We did.
1992 DICK
I figured we could get out of town,
round up the ol’ gang, and just
fuckin’ cut loose for once. I think
that’s what we need, babe. Why
don’t we just get fuckin’ piss
drunk and run buck wild all over
this town? Who knows? Maybe we’ll
find a little of what we lost.
HOTEL BATHROOM
Dick is crouched in the corner, eavesdropping.
VAL (V.O.)
Yeah? You plannin’ to run back in
time.
Dick’s eyes perk up.
57.
HOTEL BEDROOM
1992 DICK
Don’t you miss feelin’ free? Like
us? I mean shit babe, what does it
hurt to try? I mean, what the hell
do you want?
Val whips back toward 1992 Dick.
VAL
I want my fucking babies back, ya
jackoff!
1992 DICK
There it is.
1992 Dick stands and paces toward the door. Val hops out of
bed.
VAL
There’s what, asshole?
1992 DICK
Again with the fuckin’
miscarriages. This is the problem.
You never let go.
VAL
That’s right, Dick. I don’t get to
run from the truth whenever it’s
convenient.
1992 Dick stops and turns back.
1992 DICK
Least I’m tryin’ to do something
about it!
VAL
Yeah, gettin’ sloshed with Steve-O
and Skunk. Someone give ‘em a
fuckin’ metal.
1992 DICK
Yeah? Well what’s your fuckin’
solution, huh??
VAL
Don’t you get it? There is no
solution. It happened. Deal with
it. It’s what the grown-ups do.
58.
1992 DICK
Dammit Val, what the hell do you
want from me?!
Val takes a moment to process, surrendering to the inevitable
and smiling with bittersweet acceptance.
VAL
Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all,
baby.
Val puts her hand on Dick’s cheek, then turns and walks away
from 1992 Dick back toward the bed.
1992 DICK
(under his breath)
Cunt.
1992 Dick makes his exit.
HOTEL BATHROOM
Dick peaks out from the corner of the bathroom, sees the
cracked door, and slips out after 1992 Dick.
Genres:
["Action","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
21 -
Confrontation in the Dreamscape Luxor Hotel
INT. DREAMSCAPE LUXOR HOTEL - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
1992 Dick sniffs cocaine off his palm as he marches down the
hallway.
DICK
Wait!
Dick pursues 1992 Dick, but as he does so, the hallway
stretches out like an accordion, pulling 1992 Dick further
away.
Dick picks up the pace from a jog to an all-out sprint, but
the faster he moves, the faster the hallway stretches out,
pulling 1992 Dick even further away.
DICK (CONT'D)
Hey!
The banks of lights illuminating the hallway flash off
sequentially, and the patterns on the carpet move like a
psychedelic hallucination.
The lights flash on and off, and all the shapes, colors, and
textures around Dick begin to change their orientation until,
in a flash, the entire space is transformed into...
59.
EXT. VEGAS DREAMSCAPE - STRIP - NIGHT
Where Dick continues to sprint after 1992 Dick through an
even larger RAUCOUS CROWD of New Year’s revelers in the heart
of the strip. 1992 Dick is now accompanied by his knucklehead
friends, STEVE-O (late 30s, aviators, visor, missing front
teeth) and SKUNK (late 30s, black and white mohawk, Black
Flag tee).
1992 Dick and his buddies slow down as they enter a dense
thicket of revelers, allowing Dick to catch up.
Dick puts his hand on 1992 Dick’s shoulder.
DICK
Yo!
1992 Dick turns around. There’s a patch of white powder under
his nose.
1992 DICK
Ayyyyyy! Happy New Year,
motherfucker!
1992 Dick gives Dick a bear hug, lifts him up playfully, then
puts his hands up in double high-five position.
1992 DICK (CONT'D)
Up top, brotha.
Steve-O and Skunk cackle as Dick gently double high-fives out
of reflex.
DICK
Listen. We-er-you have to go back.
1992 DICK
Yeah.
(impersonating Metallica)
Back to Never Never Land.
1992 Dick turns his back on Dick as Steve-0 and Skunk laugh
like hyenas.
Dick puts his hand on 1992 Dick’s shoulder again.
DICK
Seriously, man. Your wife. She
needs you.
1992 DICK
Ohh, my wife. Okay. In that case.
60.
1992 Dick sucker punches Dick in the face with a brutal
uppercut. Dick sees stars as he collapses into a puddle on
the ground with a bloody nose.
1992 Dick does a jig, flipping his two middle fingers and
pumping his arms in the rhythm of his mocking dance.
1992 DICK (CONT'D)
Fuck. You. Fuck. You. Fuck. You.
Steve-0 and Skunk join in, pumping the double birds in
unison.
1992 Dick, Steve-O, and Skunk burst into hysterical laughter,
high-five, and chest bump.
DICK
(to himself)
What an asshole...
Dick wipes the blood from his face with his sleeve as 1992
Dick, Steve-O, and Skunk disappear into the crowd.
Dick looks across the strip to the clock tower: it’s 11:45.
Dick sighs, returns to his feet, and runs back in the
direction he came from.
Genres:
["Action","Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
22 -
Tragic Turn of Events at Dreamscape Luxor Casino
INT. DREAMSCAPE LUXOR CASINO - NIGHT
Dick bursts in through the sliding doors of the casino
between two giant faux Egyptian statues, completely drenched
from the rain.
Dick is possessed, running past the swirling lights and
scores of slot machines, blackjack tables, DEGENERATE
GAMBLERS, and SCANTILY CLAD COCKTAIL WAITRESSES with his head
on a swivel, looking in every direction.
CASINO BAR
Dick stops in his tracks with his eyes frozen wide.
Seated under the twinkling icicle lights of the casino bar
amongst the jovial throng of PATRONS is Val, dressed in a
glamorous red evening gown that matches her lipstick. Next to
Val is REGINALD, a handsome businessman with his hand on her
back.
61.
Dick remains frozen as the water drips down from his hat.
Reginald leans in, smiles, and kisses Val.
Dick turns red, re-animates, and runs forward only to run
right smack into an OPPULENT GAMBLER that inadvertently
knocks him to the ground like a nose tackle.
Dick springs back to his feet. Val and Reginald are gone.
EXT. DREAMSCAPE LUXOR CASINO - NEAR PATROL CAR - SAME
FLIP, a surly cop with a crew cut in a baggy hoodie, pops a
clip into a handgun with a scraped serial number, then pulls
a ski mask on over his face.
EXT. VEGAS DREAMSCAPE - STRIP - SAME
The New Year’s countdown commences on the clock tower.
The massive crowd of revelers, including 1992 Dick, Steve-O,
and Skunk, swell with cheers and applause.
INT. DREAMSCAPE LUXOR CASINO - SAME
Once more, Dick runs across the floor of the casino amongst
the swirl of lights and gambling attractions.
EXT. DREAMSCAPE LUXOR CASINO - SAME
A WITNESS passing by double takes when he sees Flip in his
ski mask jogging toward the casino, drawing the handgun.
SLOW MOTION INTERCUT
INT. DREAMSCAPE LUXOR CASINO - CASHIER - SAME
ON VAL
Val has a huge smile as she runs past the cashier toward the
row of elevators on the opposite side, holding her heels in
one hand and Reginald’s hand in the other. Reginald carries a
bottle of champagne.
62.
ON DICK
Dick emerges perpendicular to the cashier and stops when he
catches sight of Val running with Reginald. His heart sinks
into his stomach.
ON FLIP
Flip enters the scene from the parallel casino entrance, gun
in hand. He runs toward the window, inadvertently barreling
between Val and Reginald, knocking them on their backs.
The champagne bottle shatters.
ON VAL
Val looks up at Flip from the ground. Her smile fades.
ON COUNTDOWN CLOCK - VEGAS DREAMSCAPE - STRIP
4...3...
ON FLIP
Flip approaches the cashier’s window and points his gun at
the head of the CASHIER.
ON VAL
Val pulls herself to her feet while Reginald struggles to
catch his breath.
ON DICK
Dick turns his gaze from Val and Reginald to Flip and reaches
into his vest to draw his gun. As he takes aim at Flip, for a
fleeting moment, Flip’s head morphs into Warhol’s!
Dick hesitates in shock and fumbles his gun.
ON COUNTDOWN CLOCK - VEGAS DREAMSCAPE - STRIP
3...2...
63.
ON ENTRANCEWAY - DREAMSCAPE LUXOR CASINO - CASHIER
A SWAT TEAM armed to the teeth in full tactical gear swarms
in.
DREAMSCAPE LUXOR CASINO - CASHIER
The SWAT team takes aim at Flip.
Flip instinctively turns toward the SWAT team, brandishing
his gun.
Dick reaches down in a panic to recover his gun.
The SWAT team opens fire on Flip.
Reginald screams out toward Val.
Bullets fly. Val gets caught in the crossfire.
Dick looks on in horror as Val’s blood sprays.
ON COUNTDOWN CLOCK - VEGAS DREAMSCAPE - STRIP
1...0.
ON 1992 DICK
1992 Dick, Steve-O, Skunk, and the other revelers explode
with unbridled ecstasy in celebration.
ON FLOOR - DREAMSCAPE LUXOR CASINO - CASHIER
Val’s red heels hit a pool of blood on the carpet, followed
by her lifeless head.
DREAMSCAPE LUXOR CASINO - CASHIER
Dick falls to his knees, frozen in shock.
Reginald, back on his feet, lunges toward Val, but he is
stopped and pulled back away from the crime scene by two
members of the SWAT Team.
Concurrently, two other SWAT Team members approach Dick and
gesture for him to step away in the opposite direction.
64.
Dick’s eyes remain fixed on his dead wife as the SWAT Team
moves in, checks her pulse, and shakes their heads.
DISSOLVE TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
23 -
Running Through Regret
EXT. VEGAS DREAMSCAPE - STRIP - ON DICK - LATER
We GLIDE TIGHT on Dick, possessed, running with all his might
in a cold sweat. He floats across the strip as though he’s
being carried by an invisible moving walkway.
BEGIN SUPERIMPOSED FLASHBACK VIGNETTES
These mini-scenes are superimposed over Dick running and the
obscure neon lights behind him, floating slowly across him as
he runs, transitioning from one to another.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. DICK SR’S CAR - EL PASO, TX - DAY
DICK SR, a gruff middle-aged man with a neat crew cut, beer
gut, and a United States Marine Corps tattoo on his shoulder
in aviators and a bowling shirt, is behind the wheel smoking
a cigarette. In the passenger seat is the pasty 1972 DICK at
age 10 with neatly-parted hair.
They pass a Vietnam War protest on a college courtyard
populated by HIPPIES with picket signs.
Dick Sr shakes his head.
DICK SR
Look at these fuckin’ longhair
fruits. You know what this is, boy?
EXT. CEMETARY - DAY
1992 Dick is in a black tuxedo standing amongst a crowd of
MOURNERS dressed in black in front of a coffin beside a
tombstone where a PRIEST leads the ceremony.
On the tombstone:
“VALERIE PETRUSHKA DICKMAN
1959-1992”
65.
An older couple that appears to be Val’s parents, LYDIA
(wrinkly, long neck, brunette) and VICTOR (tall, lanky, wavy
grey locks), are huddled together at the front of the
congregation. Lydia sobs on Victor’s shoulder.
Victor looks at 1992 Dick and gives him a long scathing
glare. We hear Dick Sr continue his diatribe from the car.
DICK SR (V.O.)
An entire generation of men failing
in their most basic duty after 200
years of patriots makin’ this place
a fuckin’ paradise for ‘em.
EXT. LOWER MANHATTAN - DAY
1992 Dick slinks away from a nearby skyscraper in a scruffy
business suit with a box full of his personal belongings.
DICK SR (V.O.)
A man that can’t provide...
I/E. DICKMAN RESIDENCE - DAY
1992 Dick rings the doorbell of a modest, one-story home,
twirling the wedding band on his finger in anticipation.
The door swings open where an older, balder Dick Sr stands
with his arms crossed and a scowl glued to his face.
Dick bashfully pleads with his father, who stares back at him
with his eyes filled with contempt.
DICK SR (V.O.)
That leaches off of society and
those that came before...
Meanwhile, on the couch behind Dick Sr, Dick’s mother,
DOROTHY, a thin, nervous, curly-haired woman in her 60s,
knits frantically.
Dick Sr slams the door on Dick.
Dorothy covers her mouth in grief.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
24 -
Running from the Past
EXT. DICK'S TRAILER - DAY
Dick’s pickup pulls to the end of the driveway where the
familiar airstream trailer is parked.
66.
The pickup bed is packed to the brim with boxes and
furniture, tenuously fastened down by a network of ropes.
Both the pickup and the trailer are much less decayed by
time.
The pickup pulls to a stop in front of the trailer. 2002 Dick
steps out with a cigarette in his mouth. 2002 Dick takes a
long gander at the trailer, then stamps out his cigarette.
DICK SR (V.O.)
That runs away from his
responsibilities...
INT. HOUSE BASEMENT - ANYTIME
2002 Dick is seated on a foldout chair in a dingy basement
surrounded by a group of ANGRY WHITE MILITIAMEN with a
pamphlet in his hand for the “PATRIOT PRIDE ALLIANCE.”
2002 Dick’s eyes shift in front of him where a SPOKESMAN
makes an impassioned speech behind a podium with a banner
with the militia’s insignia hanging behind him.
DICK SR (V.O.)
That turns his back on his own
country...
EXT. WOODS - DAY
2002 Dick lies prone in his combat fatigues, firing his AR-15
at Osama Bin Laden targets stapled to trees alongside other
MILITIA MEMBERS.
DICK SR (V.O.)
That don’t protect his own...
EXT. SURVIVALIST BUNKER - DAY
2002 Dick and the other militia members erect a wall of the
bunker that we saw completed in the 2002 sequence.
DICK SR (V.O.)
A man like that, well, that ain’t
no kinda man at all.
DISSOLVE TO:
BACK TO SCENE - VEGAS DREAMSCAPE - STRIP - ON DICK
67.
END SUPERIMPOSED FLASHBACK VIGNETTES
END SLOW MOTION INTERCUT
Dick picks up speed, gliding faster and faster as the
flashback vignettes dissolve into a blur of color that blends
with the swirl of neon lights from the strip.
From the corner of his eye, Dick catches his reflection from
the window of the casino and double-takes when he sees that
it is little 1972 Dick.
Dick stops, gasps, and leans in close to the casino window to
examine his reflection, touching his face and looking down at
the frightened child staring back at him.
Suddenly, all of the lights around Dick begin to fade as if
someone was turning the dimmer switch to the city down.
Dick steps back and finds that the streets and casinos around
him are completely empty, and the lights are all off.
Dick steps out to the side street and looks up at the sky.
The stars are now visible, shining brightly over the forlorn
dreamscape. Then, a blanket of storm clouds materializes,
masking the stars and shrouding Dick in darkness.
The sound of a deep, rumbling growl crescendos and a faint
green light fades in over his right shoulder.
Dick slowly turns around, and his eyes grow wide.
A plume of vapor rises around a mysterious, softball-sized
orb that casts the green light into the black night. The
vapor begins to clear, revealing the grim, towering figure of
Minos standing before Dick with a long black-oak scepter with
the orb of green light attached to the head.
Dick turns white, about faces, and bolts off, sprinting away
from Minos with all his might.
Minos groans and pounds his scepter into the ground, sending
out circular shockwaves in every direction that create black
holes, causing the streets to cave into nothingness along
with all the buildings and structures.
Dick pulls the brakes as the ground in front of him collapses
into an endless abyss, then looks back at Minos. The only
stable ground is the area around Minos, who beckons Dick
again. The choice is clear.
Dick turns and gallops away from Minos, closing his eyes and
leaping deliberately into one of the black holes.
68.
DICK
Ahhhhhhhh!!!
Genres:
["Drama","Action","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
25 -
Dick's Triumph in the Vegas Dreamscape
INT. SWIRLING VORTEX - CONTINUOUS
Dick whizzes around a whirlpool of green light energy from
Minos’s staff like a dead fish being flushed down the toilet.
Distorted remnants of the Vegas dreamscape are embedded in
the web of dark energy. The glaring, abstract, distorted
swells of a modulating synthesizer oscillate through the
vortex in multi-channel surround sound.
Dick swirls around faster and faster, approaching a
nauseating fever pitch as he plunges down toward a body of
water below.
EXT. VEGAS DREAMSCAPE CANALS - MOMENTS LATER
Chief Raj is seated in the Crazy Horse docked in the canal
with his arms crossed in bitter disappointment. The Vegas
dreamscape is back in its normal configuration.
From the steady, quiet rhythm of crickets and distant city
ambiance, the sound of a man screaming bloody murder
crescendos until...
SPLOOSH! Dick falls from the sky and splashes into the water
like a large stone.
Dick pops up to the surface from underwater, gasping
frantically for air as he reorients himself.
Chief Raj beams with pride.
CHIEF RAJ
You made it.
Dick wades and spits out water. He sees his normal reflection
in the water and sighs with relief.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
You’re a foolish man, Richard, but
you’ve proven the strength of your
spirit. Perhaps there is hope for
you yet.
Chief Raj stands and offers his hand. Dick remains wading in
the water, looking back toward the strip.
69.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
You can not change a mirror’s
reflection no matter how much you
stare. Come.
Dick nods and swims back to the Crazy Horse. Chief Raj pulls
Dick aboard.
VEGAS DREAMSCAPE CANALS - MOMENTS LATER
The Crazy Horse coasts gently through the neon drizzle.
VEGAS DREAMSCAPE CANALS - ON CRAZY HORSE - SAME
Dick stares back at the strip with his arms crossed.
CHIEF RAJ
You look like a man who has
forgotten something.
DICK
Ever feel like ya forgot somethin’
ya never really knew?
Chief Raj ponders Dick’s question. Dick sighs and turns to
face Chief Raj.
DICK (CONT'D)
The things I see here, like from
the past, did they really happen?
Even if I never seen ‘em?
CHIEF RAJ
There are things our hearts can see
that we hide from ourselves.
QUICK FLASHES
-- IN LUXOR HOTEL ROOM -- 1992 Dick notices lovemaking
scratches on Val’s back while it’s turned to him.
-- IN A POLICE STATION -- An OFFICER shows 1992 Dick photos
of the crime scene where Val lies in a pool of blood in her
conspicuously glamorous red evening gown.
BACK TO SCENE
Dick takes a long moment to process and shakes his head.
70.
DICK
Can’t believe I never seen it...
CHIEF RAJ
We see only what we want to when we
look outside ourselves.
Dick nods, then turns back toward the strip as Chief Raj
paddles the Crazy Horse in a slow, steady rhythm.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
26 -
Journey Through the Dreamscape
EXT. VEGAS DREAMSCAPE CANALS - RIVER HEAD - LATER
The Crazy Horse merges from the concrete canal into a
streaming natural river surrounded by lush greenery and
rolling hills, leaving the neon Vegas lights behind.
On the bank of the river junction, we find the Greek Chorus
striking up another beat.
MONTAGE - POET’S INTERLUDE 4 - THROUGH THE RAPIDS
As the Crazy Horse is carried down the river by the force of
its stream, we transition to CLAYMATION.
EXT. TROPICAL RIVER - DUSK
The claymation Crazy Horse enters a deep, dark tropical
jungle with smatterings of weapons, along with crashed tanks,
helicopters, and a space shuttle. A tattered American flag
waves from the landing skids of one of the helicopters.
Our bards muse on Dick’s state of existential turmoil
prompted by the discovery that the trajectory of the last
thirty years of his life was shaped by the false narrative
that there was something he could have and should have done
to prevent Val’s murder [Lyrics to be Added].
A harpy eagle swoops down from the branches of a tree, clings
to the trunk, and pecks at it.
Claymation Dick leans in for a closer look and sees that the
bark that the harpy is pecking away at encases a soldier
screaming in agony. The wooden soldier’s eyes dart to Dick.
Dick flinches.
One by one, more harpy eagles swoop down from the branches to
the trunks, pecking at what seems to be an entire platoon of
soldiers and officers trapped in the birth canal of the
trees.
71.
As the Crazy Horse approaches a patch of thick, low mist with
electronic fireflies flickering, the rapids pick up, becoming
increasingly violent.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy","Action"]
Ratings
Scene
27 -
Frozen Reflections
EXT. ICY RAPIDS - CONTINUOUS
Claymation Dick shivers uncontrollably and breathes
condensation as the rapids carry the Crazy Horse into a
glacial landscape.
MC Virgil comments on how despite Dick’s reservations and
malaise, the river still carries him ever closer to his date
with destiny [Lyrics to be Added].
The Crazy Horse approaches a steep drop in the rapids and
plummets into the water at the end of the minor cascade.
EXT. ICY WASTELAND - CONTINUOUS
The Crazy Horse pops up out of the water, leaving Claymation
Dick and Chief Raj soaked and freezing. They find themselves
in a quiet, desolate wasteland surrounded by endless miles of
snow-covered nothing.
The Crazy Horse transitions from claymation back to LIVE
ACTION.
END POET’S INTERLUDE
EXT. ICY WASTELAND - MOUTH GATE - DUSK
Dick and Chief Raj share a moment of furtive silence as the
Crazy Horse passes by ice sculptures of Dick frozen in
moments of humiliation and agony at different points in his
life. Dick looks upon the sculptures with recognition.
QUICK FLASHES
-- Dick staring into the flaming embers of the fire back at
Weeping Llama.
-- Dick’s vision of the Crazy Horse drifting down this very
section of river in the icy wasteland.
72.
BACK TO SCENE
The Crazy Horse turns a corner and approaches a massive,
imposing, troll-like figure blocking their path in the middle
of the river: it’s a giant ceramic Dick Dickman head with an
open mouth and strong angled eyebrows that form a dramatic
sneer. Dick looks up at the head in awe.
The Crazy Horse slows to a stop near the head.
Dick looks back at Chief Raj.
DICK
Problem?
CHIEF RAJ
Only if you choose to see it as
such. This is where you and I must
part ways.
Dick looks around at the dreary surroundings.
DICK
Here? The fuck ya talkin’ ‘bout?
CHIEF RAJ
I have taken you as far as I am
able to. The final steps of your
voyage must be taken by you and you
alone.
DICK
You’re bailin’ on me?
CHIEF RAJ
All travelers who have taken this
journey before have arrived at the
same crossroads.
DICK
So you lied? Shit. What am I
s’posed to do? I don’t know this
fuckin’ place.
CHIEF RAJ
If you do not yet know your own
heart and mind, then you are still
at the mercy of your fears and
longings. These attachments must be
confronted head-on if you are to
achieve passage and fulfill your
sacred dharma.
73.
DICK
Yeah? And what if I don’t wanna
kill the son bitch no more, huh?
How ‘bout that?
CHIEF RAJ
You would turn your back on your
destiny?
DICK
Maybe it ain’t my destiny. Can it
be if I don’t choose it?
Chief Raj takes a moment to process, impressed by Dick’s
question.
CHIEF RAJ
You are right to believe that there
is still a choice remaining before
you.
Dick locks eyes with Chief Raj with intense interest.
CHIEF RAJ (CONT'D)
After you cross to the final stage
of the Mirror Realm, you will
encounter your past being once
more. There, you will be free to
choose between continuing to
blindly follow in the footsteps of
the life force energies that have
brought you to this moment and
exiting to walk your own path. If
you choose to follow, your journey
will come to an end. Your life as
you know it will resume as though
you have awakened from a strange
dream. If your spirit has been
prepared to choose its own path,
you must confront that which
lingers in the darkest shadows of
your being.
Dick grips the hull of the Crazy Horse and shakes his head
compulsively.
DICK
Another one? No, no more. I can’t.
I-
Chief Raj leaps at Dick, pins him, unsheathes his decorative
knife, holds it to his throat, and bellows at him with
forceful rage.
74.
CHIEF RAJ
WHO ARE YOU?!
DICK
Oh Jesus! Wha-what-
CHIEF RAJ
TELL ME! WHO IS IT YOU BELIEVE YOU
ARE THAT YOU ARE AFRAID TO FACE
LIKE A MAN?
DICK
I-I-
Dick’s eyes dart up and across.
DICK’S POV
We see the Dick’s upside-down perspective of the ice
sculptures over the hull of the Crazy Horse. One of the
sculptures is Dick looking down at the photos of Val’s body
with a look of serene despair. Another one is a younger,
slimmer Dick gripping the bars of a jail cell.
DICK (O.C.)
Um-I-
ON DICK
CHIEF RAJ
WHO ARE YOU?!!
Chief Raj presses the knife harder against Dick’s neck,
drawing some blood as Dick squirms.
DICK
I-I DON’T KNOW!!
Chief Raj scoffs, pulls the knife back, and returns to his
feet, releasing Dick.
CHIEF RAJ
Good. That’s a start.
Chief Raj wipes the blood from the knife and sheathes it as
Dick eases his way up, shaken to the core.
DICK
Wha-what the fuck was that??
Chief Raj tosses Dick a fresh rag. Dick presses the rag
against the cut on his neck while keeping his guard up.
75.
CHIEF RAJ
There is a reason you must learn to
still the ripples in your spirit to
earn the choice before you. Only
when they are undisturbed will they
reflect a higher truth.
DICK
Truth? What truth?
CHIEF RAJ
Aham Brahmas.
DICK
Aha whatta?
Chief Raj begins to gather and pack Dick’s gear.
CHIEF RAJ
Aham Brahmas. It is a mantra from
the Advaita Vedanta. It means, “I
am Brahma,” as in “I am God” or “I
am the universe.” One need not fear
the petty mortal remnants of his
earthly incarnations when he sees
his own divinity.
DICK
(shakes head compulsively)
Sounds kinda blasphemous to me...
Chief Raj hands Dick his military duffle bag and weapons.
CHIEF RAJ
You disappoint me, Richard. The
pulpit doesn’t agree with you. But
perhaps there’s more to you than
meets the eye, even your own. After
all, who else would take on the
dharma of destroying Andy Warhol
and his vulgar creations but he who
sees the true divinities behind
ordinary things?
Chief Raj hands Dick his AR-15. Dick angles it in Chief Raj’s
direction.
DICK
Gimme one reason I shouldn’t blow
yer fuckin’ face off right now.
Chief Raj bursts into bemused laughter.
76.
DICK (CONT'D)
Ya think I’m fuckin’ around?
Chief Raj continues to laugh.
CHIEF RAJ
You’re not going to kill me,
Richard.
DICK
Yeah? Why’s that.
Chief Raj pushes the gun aside and puts his hands on Dick’s
shoulders.
CHIEF RAJ
Because it would offend your
sensibilities too much, sweetie.
Chief Raj gives Dick a peck on the cheek. Dick recoils and
shoves Chief Raj on his back in the Crazy Horse, where he
breaks back into hysterical laughter.
DICK
You ain’t worth the trouble.
Dick grabs his duffle bag and steps off the Crazy Horse as
Chief Raj continues to laugh on his back.
CHIEF RAJ
Goodbye, Richie. Have fun storming
the subconscious.
Chief Raj’s cackling laughter continues to taunt Richard as
he walks up the icy shore toward the giant ceramic Dick head.
DICK
Son bitch.
Dick spits on the ground.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
28 -
Trapped in the Mouth Gate
EXT. MOUTH GATE - LATER
Dick shivers as he scales the steep, jagged, frosted rocks
that lead up to the base of the Dick head on all fours with
the duffle bag slung around his shoulder and his weapons
strapped to his back.
Dick pulls himself up to the summit and approaches the
cavernous mouth of the vicious statue. The roof of the mouth
alone towers over Dick.
77.
Dick looks back over his shoulder and sees Chief Raj on the
Crazy Horse disappearing into the mist around the river bend.
Dick looks ahead at the massive, fierce rendering of his own
face, mounts a headlamp, takes a deep breath, closes his
eyes, and sprints inside the mouth while screaming.
INT. MOUTH GATE - CONTINUOUS
Dick continues to scream his head off as he sprints blindly
through the moist cavern, losing his footing on the uneven
surface. The light fades quickly as the mouth gate shuts
behind Dick, then...
CLUNK! The mouth seals completely, the teeth mashing
together, sending violent tremors through the interior of the
mouth, which knocks Dick on his back.
Dick opens his eyes and looks back to shine his headlamp on
the sealed lips in the pitch black of the pernicious palette.
DICK
Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck.
Dick scampers to his feet and runs back toward the sealed
lips, but as soon as he does so, the tongue beneath his feet
comes to life, curving up vertically, knocking Dick back on
his ass and pushing him back toward the esophagus.
Dick screams as he is tossed and tumbled through the great
cavity like a badly chewed meatball.
Light rushes into the cavern from the opposite side as Dick
is hurled toward an aperture in the back of the throat.
The tongue stretches to its maximum reach, releasing Dick
near the aperture, then rolls back toward its original
position.
Dick catches his breath, rises to his feet, and wipes the
spit from the tongue off his face while grimacing.
Dick squints as he looks forward at the blinding obscure
amber light entering through the nearby aperture, veiled in a
cloud of smoke.
Dick moves forward.
78.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy","Adventure"]
Ratings
Scene
29 -
A Surreal Encounter in a Dystopian Lower East Side
EXT. CRACK TOWN - BRIDGE - NIGHT
Dick exits the aperture through the cloud of smoke via the
nape on the back of the giant Dick head statue and enters a
grim, dark, smoggy, surreal, dystopian version of Manhattan’s
Lower East Side during the “No Wave” 80s. Lines of
smokestacks in the distance are bent and at different heights
like a German expressionist painting, with their bellowing
plumes of smoke blocking out the moonlight.
SUPERIMPOSE: “1982”
Dick stops when he notices a familiar structure in front of
him: a tall, run-down lichen-stained brick apartment building
lined with fire escapes. The dilapidated building stands like
a medieval castle, protected by a gaping chasm. A rickety
rope bridge leads across the chasm - the kind you’d see in an
Indiana Jones movie.
Dick takes a deep breath, approaches the rope bridge, and
begins to traverse it, gripping the rope on either side to
maintain his balance as the bridge creaks and sways with each
step Dick takes.
Dick looks down through the fractured plywood at the drug-
infested slums hundreds of feet below the red rock bluffs.
Dick settles into a comfortable rhythm, crossing the
hazardous bridge one step at a time.
INT. DILAPIDATED BUILDING - HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
Dick traipses down the cracked and stained hallways of the
rundown apartment complex past lines of doors.
Dick slows as he approaches an apartment door with a missing
doorknob when he hears the ethereal synth chords of an 80s
New Wave ballad (perhaps from The Cure’s Faith album)
emanating from cheap boom box speakers, accompanied by a
small chorus of speaking voices.
Dick leans down and peaks in through the borehole.
DICK'S POV - THROUGH BOREHOLE
In the foreground of the unfurnished, decayed industrial
shack, a younger Steve-O and Skunk stand at a cheap fold-out
table, cutting and bagging cocaine while chit-chatting. The
beat-up boombox is on the table between the two friends.
79.
Dick adjusts his position to bring a couple of figures into
view that are seated on the floor across from each other
further in the heart of the apartment: the younger Dick and
Val. Younger Val is basically a Madonna knock-off in one of
her goth looks with the black fingerless lace gloves and an
armory of necklaces. 1982 DICK is 20 years old and shockingly
thin, rocking a thin mustache, tight jeans, biker gloves, and
an Iron Maiden shirt with cutoff sleeves.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Dystopian","Adventure"]
Ratings
Scene
30 -
A Desperate Plan
INT. DILAPIDATED BUILDING - APARTMENT - SAME
Val goes through the motions very slowly with her eyes locked
down and to the side, a million miles away.
1982 DICK
What’s eatin’ ya?
Val gives 1982 Dick a quick glance as he chews gum, then
disappears back into her vacant stare.
1982 DICK (CONT'D)
It’s like that, huh?
1982 Dick chews faster as Val slows to a glacial pace.
1982 DICK (CONT'D)
Would it kill ya to, I dunno, move
like you wasn’t a spoiled little
bitch?
Val stops and flips off 1982 Dick.
1982 Dick shoots Val a shit-eating grin.
1982 DICK (CONT'D)
Love you, babe.
Val flicks all the powder in her bag out at 1982 Dick.
VAL
Fuck you, schmuck!
STEVE-0 / SKUNK
Woaaahh! Shit! Uh-oh spaghettios!
Val springs to her feet as 1982 Dick brushes the precious
powder off his face and shirt into a little pile on the
floor.
Val storms toward the door.
1982 DICK
Babe!
80.
1982 Dick leaps up, scampers after Val, and grabs her arm.
1982 DICK (CONT'D)
The fuck you think yer goin’?
VAL
Nowhere fast with you.
1982 DICK
Huh?
VAL
Exactly.
Val pulls her arm back and continues to make for the door.
1982 DICK
Hey!
1982 Dick chases after Val. Steve-O and Skunk stop bagging
and look on.
DICK'S POV - THROUGH BOREHOLE
Val walks straight toward us where the doorknob should be,
with 1982 Dick closing in fast right behind her.
DILAPIDATED BUILDING - HALLWAY - ON DICK
Dick jolts up and presses his back flush against the hall
adjacent to the door, clearing the path.
DILAPIDATED BUILDING - APARTMENT
As Val reaches for the door, 1982 Dick grabs her arm, pulls
her back, and pins her to the wall.
VAL
What the fuck?!
Val flails and throws punches.
1982 DICK
Shhhhh. Shh Shh Shh Shh.
1982 Dick presses his weight down on Val’s kneecaps and
attempts to restrain her arms.
One of Val’s arms breaks loose, and her fist catches 1982
Dick’s nose clean.
81.
STEVE-0 / SKUNK
Ooooooohhh.
1982 Dick looks back at Val with blood dripping down his
nose. Val’s anger melts into guilt and sympathy.
Val pounds her fists on 1982 Dick’s chest one more time, then
turns her head away. Her body softens up.
1982 Dick wipes the blood from his nose off.
1982 DICK
Shhhhhhhh.
1982 Dick puts his arms around Val. Val continues to look
away with her arms hanging limp by her side.
1982 Dick begins to hum the melody from Folsom Prison Blues.
Val melts in 1982 Dick’s arms. She sighs, places her forehead
on his chest, and wraps her arms around his waist.
1982 DICK (CONT'D)
Who’s your big schnookie bear, huh?
Val laughs through some tears.
VAL
You’re such a fuckin’ retahd.
1982 DICK
(putting on a voice)
Huh? What y’all say? Derrrr.
Val laugh-cries some more and buries her face in 1982 Dick’s
chest. The New Wave ballad from the boom box becomes more
prominent.
VAL
Baby?
1982 DICK
Hmm?
VAL
We have to stop doing this.
1982 DICK
That ol’ chestnut again, huh?
VAL
I’m serious. Talk to my dad.
1982 Dick releases Val from the embrace.
82.
1982 DICK
You ain’t talked to ‘em, have ya?
VAL
I-I had to.
1982 Dick scoffs and steps away, putting his hands on his
head and pacing around the room. Val goes after him.
VAL (CONT'D)
Baby, I’m sorry, but listen, it’s
not what you think. He was cool.
Every-
1982 Dick stops and looks at Val.
1982 DICK
Cool?!
Val puts her hands on 1982 Dick’s arms.
VAL
Yes! That’s what I’m tryin’ to tell
ya. He’s gonna give us our
parachute. All we gotta do is pull
the cord.
1982 DICK
Funny thing about parachutes. They
always have strings.
VAL
You’re not hearin’ me, baby. We
have to take it.
1982 DICK
No, we don’t, actually. That’s the
beauty. We got everything we need
right here.
1982 Dick collects his temper and takes Val’s hand.
1982 DICK (CONT'D)
Just us, remember?
VAL
What if it ain’t just us no more?
Val guides 1982 Dick’s hand to her womb.
1982 Dick’s face turns white as the wheels in his head turn.
1982 DICK
Huh?
83.
CRASH! CRASH! Heavily armed DEA AGENTS smash their way in
through the windows, tossing flash bangs, blinding the whole
group in a cloud of white. The sound of helicopter propellors
and the indecipherable murmur of an officer barking orders
through the loudspeaker swell.
DILAPIDATED BUILDING - HALLWAY
Dick is in a full sprint, fleeing as several DEA Agents enter
the hallway from behind him.
Another DEA Agent whips around the corner on the opposite end
of the hallway, directly in front of Dick, and draws his M4
on him.
DEA AGENT
Freeze!
Dick slows to a stop, drops his duffle bag, and puts his
hands up.
Genres:
["Drama","Action"]
Ratings
Scene
31 -
A Tense Confrontation in the Jail Cell
INT. JAIL - HOLDING CELL - NIGHT
1982 Dick paces back and forth like a caged animal in a dark,
filthy cell with a flickering red streetlight from outside
the window casting dramatic shadows. Lingering in a dark
corner of the same cell is Dick, who sits observing with his
hands folded over his knees. 1982 Dick is oblivious to Dick.
A PRISON GUARD escorts a familiar figure with wavy grey hair
in a trench coat and designer suit to the cell. It’s Victor
(Val’s dad from the funeral flashback earlier).
PRISON GUARD
Dickman? You got company.
1982 Dick stops pacing and looks at Victor. Victor’s eyes are
heavy with contempt as the red streetlight flashes on and off
on the dark side of his face.
1982 DICK
Shit.
1982 Dick puts his hands on his head and paces in a circle to
collect himself. Dick looks on with interest.
PRISON GUARD
Five minutes. Make it snappy.
The prison guard steps away.
84.
VICTOR
Well well, look what the cat puked
up.
1982 DICK
What do you want?
VICTOR
Believe me, I wanna be here like I
want a reverse vasectomy.
Victor lights up a cigarette.
1982 DICK
So, ya gonna get me off or what?
VICTOR
Maybe.
1982 DICK
Well you can fuck right off if
you’re gonna be a prick about it.
VICTOR
Such a charmer. My little girl sure
knows how to pick ‘em.
1982 Dick sighs and approaches the bars.
1982 DICK
Look, can ya just get me the fuck
outta here? It’s important.
VICTOR
For once, Dick, we are in
agreement.
1982 DICK
Good.
VICTOR
But my help won’t come without a
cost.
1982 DICK
(scoffs)
Sure, take it up with my
accountant.
1982 Dick turns and begins to pace again. Victor takes a long
drag from his cigarette.
85.
VICTOR
You don’t much care for me, do you,
Dick?
1982 DICK
Gee, what gave ya that idea?
VICTOR
That’s alright. I don’t like you
either. Only difference is you
don’t have the faintest idea why.
1982 Dick stops and looks back at Victor with incredulity.
VICTOR (CONT'D)
Oh sure. You look at me and see
some square, Wall Street lawyer
asshole. You might even be foolish
enough to believe those are the
reasons you hate me.
1982 DICK
Don’t flatter yourself.
VICTOR
You know what I think, Dick? I
think I scare the living piss out
of you.
1982 DICK
(snorts with derision)
Scared a you? Shit, I forgot you
FiDi boys are snortin’ the good
stuff.
VICTOR
You hate me because I’m everything
you’re afraid to become. I’m your
worst nightmare. Well my friend,
it’s time to face the nightmare.
Dick takes a keen interest in the exchange.
VICTOR (CONT'D)
Here’s the deal. I’ve got a very
stupid daughter that I love very
much, and she’s very pregnant.
1982 DICK
So the cat’s outta the-
VICTOR
Pants, yes, unfortunately. The
thing is, she’s keeping it.
86.
1982 DICK
Woah woah woah, I don’t think so,
pard. Just-
Victor claps.
VICTOR
It’s a done deal, “pard.” Trust me
on this one. Only question is
whether you’re ready to graduate
from turd to man.
1982 DICK
How ‘bout that.
VICTOR
God knows what my little girl sees
in you, but for whatever jerkoff
reason, she wants you to be in the
picture. You better thank the
horseshoe that hit you in the head
for whatever it is because it’s the
only reason we’re having this
conversation.
1982 Dick bends over and addresses his crotch.
1982 DICK
Thank you, thank you so much, thank-
VICTOR
Dick!
1982 Dick looks back up.
VICTOR (CONT'D)
We don’t have a lotta time, so
listen up, fuckstick. It’s real
simple: if you want my help, you’re
gonna have to clean up your act,
marry the girl, and take a job as a
clerk at my firm. Do that, and I’ll
post bail and set you up with the
best criminal defense money can
buy. We’re talking probation and
community service on time served.
1982 DICK
You want me to work for you?
VICTOR
I want you to work for a guy who
works for a guy who works for me.
87.
1982 DICK
Sounds like a real hoot.
VICTOR
So we have an agreement?
1982 DICK
I dunno, Vic. I ain’t so sure
jail’s all that bad. Least here, I
can see the bars.
VICTOR
Sure that’s how you wanna play it,
champ?
Dick shrugs. Victor stamps out his cigarette.
VICTOR (CONT'D)
Sure, maybe you’d rather remain a
useless turd rotting away in a jail
cell than enter the land of the
living. And hey, maybe I’m happy to
lean on the judge for harsher
sentencing and, I dunno, clue a few
interested parties in on where you
go nights?
1982 Dick grows sullen, caught off guard.
VICTOR (CONT'D)
Bellamy’s? The Ramada? Yeah. I may
look like some square prick to you,
but I put a dozen pieces of shit
like you away before breakfast
every morning. I’m fucking
relentless, and I never lose. Face
it Dick, you’re out of your league.
1982 Dick looks at Victor. Surrender.
VICTOR (CONT'D)
So. Do we have an agreement?
Victor extends his hand through the bars.
As 1982 Dick reaches out to shake Victor’s hand, the
streetlight goes dim, and the entire environment, including
1982 Dick, Victor, and Dick, dematerialize into billions of
pieces.
88.
Genres:
["Drama","Crime","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
32 -
The Eerie Ritual
EXT. CRACK TOWN - NIGHT
Dick re-materializes atom by atom, along with his duffle bag
and weapons, on the mean streets of the neglected ghetto that
he passed over on the rope bridge. HOOKERS, CRACKHEADS, and
boom boxes abound.
Dick picks up his duffle bag and takes to the streets.
A SHIRTLESS TWEAKER bumps into Dick.
SHIRTLESS TWEAKER
Watch it.
Dick walks past a row of scantily clad STREETWALKERS.
STREETWALKER
Hey daddy.
Dick picks up the pace.
EXT. CRACK TOWN - WINDY HILL - LATER
Dick emerges from a street adjacent to a large project and
stops in his tracks.
Sprawled out before Dick is a long, windy road on a slope
illuminated by torchlight leading up to an imposing masonic
temple. Parallel lines of YUPPIE DEVOTEES in red-hooded robes
haul SUVs up the hill with chains strapped to their bodies.
1982 Dick turns hard onto the windy road from a perpendicular
sidewalk. He’s now dressed in a beige business suit. 1982
Dick makes a beeline for the temple.
DICK
Hey!
Dick chases after 1982 Dick.
INT. MASONIC TEMPLE - HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
Dick enters the temple through a massive door to an arched
hallway with very high ceilings illuminated by lines of
torches. A choir of VOICES engaged in a ritualistic call-and-
response chant echoes through the halls.
Dick follows the sound of the voices.
89.
INT. MASONIC TEMPLE - MAIN CHAMBER - MOMENTS LATER
Dick arrives in the central chamber of the temple, which is
an ancient, sanctified version of the floor of the New York
Stock Exchange. More HOODED DEVOTEES are engaged in an
elaborate ritual, chanting as they circle monitors and stock
tickers in a choreographed rhythm. Leading the devotees on an
elevated platform at the center of the chamber is a RONALD
REAGAN CENTAUR. He’s a half-horse, half-man with horse legs,
a ripped human torso, and the engorged head and old wrinkly
face of Ronald Reagan, wielding a torch staff.
The hair stands up on the back of Dick’s neck when he spots
Minos floating to the Reagan Centaur from behind.
Minos puts his hand on the Reagan Centaur’s shoulder,
whispers something in his ear, then stealthily vanishes into
the crowd behind him.
Dick’s eyes move across the trading floor until he locates
1982 Dick, who stands near a staircase where Victor awaits
him in front of one of the offices on the second floor.
Dick walks toward 1982 Dick. As he does so, he notices a
group of devotees forming parallel lines that lead to a patch
of rising steam in the middle of the trading floor.
Dick arrives behind 1982 Dick.
1982 Dick slinks up the staircase with his head bowed. As
1982 Dick climbs each stair, the chanting and choreographed
ritual grows faster and more intense.
Dick looks back and forth between 1982 Dick on the staircase
and the steam cloud, recognizing the fateful choice he has to
make.
Dick bites his lip and marches after 1982 Dick.
Dick looks on intently while climbing the stairs as Victor
greets 1982 Dick, shaking his hand and showing him his new
office. Dick studies the overwhelming vacant misery on 1982
Dick’s face and stops in his tracks.
Dick looks back at the steam, then back up at 1982 Dick as he
lumbers into his office like it was a crypt. Dick musters his
courage, turns around, and heads the other way.
Dick approaches the parallel lines of devotees leading to the
rising steam. He stops for a moment, eyes the devotees
individually and then proceeds to walk very deliberately, one
tenuous step at a time. The chanting and choreographed ritual
quiets down. All is silent except for a single bass drum.
90.
At the end of the parallel lines, a crowd of devotees is
circled around the steam. The circle parts, revealing the
source of the steam: a gorgeous, turquoise, crystalline
geothermal pool surrounded by hundreds of candles.
Dick takes a few deep breaths, then approaches the pool. All
is silent.
Dick trembles as he kneels down and gazes into the pool.
The steam clears, bringing Dick’s reflection into sharper
focus. Then...Dick’s reflection morphs and reshapes into a
different familiar figure...The chanting picks up again in a
gentle whisper...
Dick’s reflection has transformed into Andy Warhol’s!!
Dick screams in utter terror and revulsion. The Reagan
Centaur pounds his torch staff, and his devotees break into a
loud, blood-curdling chant.
Dick smacks his reflection, and the boiling hot pool sears
his hands.
DICK
Owwww!!!
Before Dick can get his hand out, the water latches onto his
hands and arm like tar that spreads up his entire body, then
sucks him into the simmering pit.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
33 -
Journey Through a Warhol-ized Home
INT. WINDING PIPES - ANYTIME
Dick is jettisoned through a network of plumbing pipes by a
surging stream while screaming his head off.
Dick looks up and finds that he’s racing toward an opening
blaring with blinding white light.
DICK
Ahhhhhh!!
The water thrusts Dick into the opening, where he gets stuck
for a moment until the water produces enough force to push
him all the way through.
DICK’S POV - INSIDE BATHTUB - DAY
Waves of rippling water above us distort the contours of a
tub that we are submerged in. The bathroom is ROTOSCOPED like
a Warhol-style lithograph. The muffled rhythmic drone of a
news report can be heard vaguely through the ripples.
91.
INT. WARHOL-IZED HOME - BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
Dick rises out of the full tub with water dripping off his
clothes, weapons, and duffle bag.
Dick finds that he’s the only photorealistic entity in the
strange yet somehow familiar rotoscoped domicile. The AM/FM
radio on the sink reports more bad news from the Vietnam War.
SUPERIMPOSE: “1972”
Dick exits the bathroom.
WARHOL-IZED HOME - LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Dick walks into a blanket of smoke that engulfs a lower-
middle class living room, which includes a La-Z-Boy recliner
surrounded ritualistically by stacks of vintage T.V. sets
playing football games, boxing matches, and news reports that
reflect the state of America as a country in erosion and
decline...This includes the oil embargo, Abscam, the Iranian
hostage crisis, and beyond.
Dick approaches the La-Z-Boy, which contains the looming
vestige of an angry father figure in the form of the imprint
of his large ass, a burning cigarette in an ashtray, a pair
of cowboy boots, and hunting rifles mounted on the wall.
Dick chokes on the smoke, coughs, and darts out of the smokey
abyss, seeking refuge.
WARHOL-IZED HOME - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Dick coughs up a storm as he rushes past a wall where the
“Dickman” family crest, a crucifix, and an excruciating
family portrait are hung.
A portable TV on the kitchen counter plays a grainy telecast
of a PENTECOSTAL TELEVANGELIST giving a fire and brimstone
sermon casting aspersions on various “transgressives” (e.g.,
“homosexuals,” “Hollywood types,” etc.).
Dick arrives at the kitchen sink and pulls the faucet. No
water.
Dick flings open the fridge. It’s empty.
92.
WARHOL-IZED HOME - HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
Dick recovers from his coughing fit as he enters an extended,
Caligari-esque version of the suburban hallway featuring rows
of identical doors. The floor is one giant LED screen that
displays Jimmy Carter’s “Malaise” speech. Carter’s melodious
southern drawl is accompanied by the throat singing of unseen
Tibetan monks. Smoke seeps out of the closed door facing Dick
at the very end of the extended hallway.
Dick inches toward the smokey door at the end of the hall,
with each door he passes en route containing the soundtrack
to yet another 1970s crisis.
Dick arrives at the smokey door and stops when he hears the
raging screams of demonic entities. Dick listens to the
carnage for a moment, then braces himself and bursts into the
smokey portal.
WARHOL-IZED HOME - MASTER BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
SLOW MOTION
Dick steps through the hellish wall of smoke when a plume of
fire flares up right in front of him, knocking him on his
back.
Dick looks up, and two horrifying figures emerge from the
cloudy shroud: his parents in the form of Warhol-ized DEMON
HYBRIDS. They bark at each other in incoherent guttural
screeches with a southern twang as fire continues to burst up
intermittently from the floor around them. As their argument
escalates, the flames grow larger and stronger.
The argument between the demon hybrids escalates into a
physical struggle. Demon Dick Sr grabs Demon Dorothy’s neck
and belches fire onto her face, causing her to unleash a
piercing, primal scream.
Dick closes his eyes, covers his ears, and bolts out of the
room.
END SLOW MOTION
WARHOL-IZED HOME - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Dick races out of the smokey bedroom and barges through
another door.
93.
WARHOL-IZED HOME - DICK’S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Dick slams the door behind him in a bland boy’s bedroom and
springs into the undersized bed, wrapping himself in a race
car blanket.
Thunderous footsteps rumble from outside the bedroom door,
accompanied by the screeches of Dick’s demon-hybrid parents
as smoke seeps through the door crack.
Dick leaps to his closet and tosses some stray clothes and
crates aside, revealing a trap door built into the wall.
Dick flings the trap door open and climbs in, squeezing his
duffle bag in with him.
WARHOL-IZED HOME - CRAWL SPACE - CONTINUOUS
Dick crawls through dirt in the underbelly of the house
flanked by wooden joist supports where various boxes,
antiques, and family heirlooms are stored.
Dick’s attention is captured by a flickering light from the
cement partial basement below. Dick crawls toward it.
WARHOL-IZED HOME - PARTIAL BASEMENT - MOMENTS LATER
Dick hunches over to navigate the low-ceiling basement and
approaches the light source.
Dick turns the corner, and the light source is unveiled: a
work light attached to a support beam that illuminates a
Warhol-ized version of little 1972 Dick with his neatly-
parted hair standing before a canvas on an easel, painting in
his little sanctuary.
Dick approaches 1972 Dick from behind the easel.
1972 Dick looks up at Dick, noticing the rifles strapped to
his back.
1972 DICK
What’s that for.
Dick takes a seat, getting closer to eye level with 1972
Dick.
DICK
Huntin’.
1972 Dick continues to paint.
94.
1972 DICK
You’re gonna hurt someone, ain’t
ya?
DICK
I reckon so. Maybe...
1972 DICK
Does he have it comin’?
DICK
I-I think so.
1972 DICK
How come?
DICK
If ya asked me yesterday, I’da told
ya it was to save the country from
a fate worse than death.
Dick’s eyes wander over to a dusty, broken antique mirror
propped up in the corner of the basement. For the first time
in Dick’s journey, he sees the clear, undistorted image of
himself staring right back with a vacant expression and sad,
heavy eyes.
DICK (CONT'D)
But truth is, I think it’s cuz he’s
everything that’s wrong with me. My
weakness. My failure.
Dick looks back at 1972 Dick.
DICK (CONT'D)
Maybe if he was gone, I could
finally break the cycle. Make
things right. Or at least give
myself a chance to-
1972 DICK
Escape?
DICK
Yes.
1972 DICK
I get it. Dad don’t like it when I
paint so this is my escape.
Dick glances back toward the crawl space, where the faint
sound of the booming footsteps above can be heard.
95.
DICK
I remember...
1972 DICK
Do you?
Dick walks around to the front of the easel next to 1972
Dick, where he discovers what’s on the canvas: a glowing,
saint-like portrait of Andy Warhol in his warehouse art
studio with his eyes closed peacefully, a rose in his hand,
and his heart visibly radiating out incandescent energy.
Dick is overwhelmed by the power this image seems to have
over him. The energy from the Warhol portrait’s heart bursts
forth from the canvas, slowly engulfing Dick.
The energy around Dick explodes into a fiery cocoon.
Genres:
["Fantasy","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
34 -
Lost in Time: Dick's Mysterious Journey through 1960s Manhattan
INT. LOVE PORTAL - ANYTIME
Dick is whisked through the fire into a swirling kaleidoscope
of pink, red, and orange smoke
EXT. ALLEYWAY - MANHATTAN, LOWER EAST SIDE - DAY
Dick free falls down from the clouds straight into a dumpster
in a rundown alley in the Lower East Side, along with all his
weapons and duffle bag. We have transitioned back to
completely photorealistic LIVE ACTION.
SUPERIMPOSE: “1962”
Dick climbs out of the dumpster and takes in his new
surroundings. A pair of DERANGED VAGABONDS are passed out by
a pile of trinkets on the other side of the alley as a police
siren sounds in the distance.
Dick stashes his weapons and duffle bag behind the dumpster
and goes on his way.
EXT. STREETS OF MANHATTAN - MOMENTS LATER
Dick strolls the bustling streets of the Big Apple in the
early ‘60s past brick buildings, tail fin coupes, cat eye
sunglasses, STYLISH PROFESSIONALS, and BOHEMIANS.
EXT. STREETS OF MANHATTAN - SIDEWALK CAFE - MOMENTS LATER
A BUSINESSMAN in a fedora and pinstriped suit sips coffee on
the patio of a sidewalk cafe, reading a newspaper.
96.
Dick approaches the businessman and plucks the paper from his
hand.
DICK’S POV - NEWSPAPER
Dick scans past an article about President Kennedy
authorizing more military advisors in Vietnam and hones in on
the print date: “July 8th, 1962.
SIDEWALK CAFE
Dick hands the newspaper back.
DICK
Keep an eye on that grassy knoll,
huh?
Dick goes on his way.
EXT. MIDTOWN EAST - DAY
Dick wanders past waves of protestors at a Civil Rights rally
in a busy plaza near Central Park.
Dick double takes when he spots a KID with neatly parted
sliding through the crowd toward a department store. Is that
1972 Dick?
The kid enters the department store. Dick tails him.
INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - CONTINUOUS
Dick pursues the kid through rows of TV sets, all playing
broadcasts featuring old-school truth tellers like Walter
Cronkite, Earl Warren, Dwight Eisenhower, and Edward R.
Murrow making eloquent monologues.
The kid stands before the warm, radiant glow of a color TV
playing a technicolor western like Duel in the Sun in the
middle of an aisle.
Dick tracks down the kid, grabs him, and turns him
around...It’s not 1972 Dick.
From the reflection of the color TV, Dick spots a TOP HAT MAN
that seems to be a carbon copy of himself.
Dick spins around and pursues the Top Hat Man as he steps out
of the rear exit of the store.
97.
EXT. DEPARTMENT STORE - CONTINUOUS
Dick bursts out the back door to an alleyway behind the
department store, right into a hansom cab that rushes in and
knocks Dick on his back as it pulls to a stop.
Dick returns to his feet and finds ANOTHER TOP HAT MAN
boarding the hansom cab...It’s not another Dick, just an
anonymous hansom cab driver.
A group of NATIONAL GUARDSMEN bound across the alleyway in
the opposite direction. One of them appears to be 2002 Dick
with the camos and eyepatch.
DICK
Hey!
Dick goes after the guardsmen as they turn the corner out of
the alley.
EXT. MIDTOWN EAST - THE FACTORY - MOMENTS LATER
Dick comes to a screeching halt when he pulls around the
corner.
Standing before Dick: Andy Warhol’s Factory! A crowd of
ECCENTRIC PARTY GUESTS in zany artsy-fartsy costumes file
into the brick building.
Dick’s eyes move up to a window on the second floor as an all-
too-iconic figure approaches: the platinum-wigged demon, Andy
Warhol in the flesh!
Dick turns red and slinks away.
I/E. THE FACTORY - ENTRANCE - EVENING
A DRAG QUEEN with a clipboard serves as the doorkeeper,
checking in PARTY GUESTS as they enter the building. First,
CLEOPATRA, then a pair of SHIRTLESS ASTRONAUTS, then Dick in
his full camos, strapped with rifles, handguns, bandoliers,
and hand grenades.
DRAG QUEEN
Allen, is that you, hun?
Dick glances at the drag queen awkwardly.
DRAG QUEEN (CONT'D)
Get your cute butt in there.
Dick enters.
98.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
35 -
Confrontation at the Factory
INT. THE FACTORY - MOMENTS LATER
Dick walks through the crowd of eccentric party guests across
the floor of the Factory with its aluminum foil-covered pipes
and columns, Chinese lanterns, and scattered art pieces
surrounded by 360 degrees of blank white canvas.
Dick stops when he sees a group of preening guests orbiting
around Warhol as he bends their ears with his customary
nonchalance.
Dick recoils and takes cover behind a nearby column beneath
an erotic Warhol painting.
Dick peaks back around the corner of the painting back in the
direction of Warhol to discover that the scene around him has
completely changed.
The party guests around Warhol have been replaced by all of
the past Dicks that Dick has encountered along his journey:
2012 Dick, 2002 Dick, 1992 Dick, 1982 Dick, and 1972 Dick.
EXT. WEEPING LLAMA SPIRITUAL CENTER - DAY (FLASHBACK)
In Chief Raj’s prophetic flames, we see Andy Warhol
surrounded by the shadows of fawning suitors.
Dick’s eyes burn with rage.
BACK TO PRESENT
The group of past Dicks mirror the position of the preening
suitors in the fire perfectly, brown nosing and laughing
hysterically at everything Warhol says.
Chief Raj addressing Dick in the Crazy Horse near the giant
ceramic Dick statue.
CHIEF RAJ
Aham Brahmas. It means, “I am
Brahma,” as in “I am God” or “I am
the universe.” One need not fear
the petty mortal remnants of his
earthly incarnations when he sees
his own divinity.
99.
BACK TO PRESENT
Dick’s eyes move to 1972 Dick, who looks up adoringly at
Warhol.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Fantasy","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
36 -
Frantic Flashbacks and Chaotic Escapes
INT. DICKMAN RESIDENCE - HALLWAY - DAY (FLASHBACK)
1972 Dick sprints down the real-life hallway of the modest
abode as Dick Sr. And Dorothy get into an intense physical
altercation behind him.
DICKMAN RESIDENCE - CRAWL SPACE - CONTINUOUS (FLASHBACK)
1972 Dick traverses the crawl space frantically on his hands
and knees.
MATCH CUT TO:
INT. DILAPIDATED BUILDING - HEATING DUCT - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
In the bowels of the real-life condemned apartment building,
1982 Dick crawls furiously through a dented metallic heating
duct, dripping with sweat and tears.
Little plastic baggies of cocaine slip from his pockets and
shoes as a pair of COPS with flashlights turn the corner
behind him and close in fast.
BACK TO PRESENT
Dick turns his head toward 1982 Dick as Warhol pets his hair
playfully.
MATCH CUT TO:
INT. MASONIC TEMPLE - MAIN CHAMBER - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
Dick finishes turning his head in the direction of 1982 Dick
as he approaches Victor on top of the staircase with his head
bowed. Victor escorts 1982 Dick to his new office.
100.
As the door to the office slams shut-
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. LUXOR CASINO - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
1992 Dick bursts out of the real-life Luxor Casino onto the
Vegas strip with Steve-O and Skunk, cackling like a drugged-
up goose.
SMASH CUT TO:
Genres:
["Fantasy","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
37 -
Flashbacks and Preparations
INT. LUXOR CASINO - CASHIER - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
SLOW MOTION: Val’s head hits the ground in a pool of blood.
As her head ricochets up, then heads back toward the floor-
MATCH CUT TO:
ON RABBIT EAR T.V. SET - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
American Airlines Flight 11 smashes into the North Tower of
the World Trade Center.
EXT. TRAILER PARK - CONTINUOUS
2002 Dick watches the rabbit ear TV with some of his fellow
militia members on the stoop of a trailer in somber shock.
EXT. WOODS - DAY (FLASHBACK)
2002 Dick firing at the Bin Laden targets with his militia
buddies.
INT. SURVIVALIST BUNKER - DAY (FLASHBACK)
2002 Dick waterboards Dick with his knee pressed to his
chest. Dick writhes in excruciating pain.
BACK TO PRESENT
Warhol holds up a Campbell’s Soup can for the past Dicks and
affects a contrived laugh.
Dick bites his lip.
CUT TO:
101.
EXT. DICK'S TRAILER - DAY (FLASHBACK)
2002 Dick addresses a camcorder in the woods, making one of
his “Mullet Man” videos. He stands by a print of one of the
Campbell’s Soup lithographs, wielding his trusty AR-15.
INT. PUBLIC RESTROOM STALL - DAY (FLASHBACK)
2012 Dick is parked on the toilet on the phone, posting
frantically on 4chan.
INT. SERVER FORTRESS - ANYTIME (FLASHBACK)
The image of 2012 Dick in his top hat and rags is projected
as a hologram high above his zombie acolytes as he rants,
raves, and sails across the fortress, riling up the users on
the curved screen above.
BACK TO PRESENT
Dick loads a cartridge into his AR-15 and attaches hand
grenades to his belt, staging them for combat action.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Fantasy","Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
38 -
Explosive Revenge and Artistic Passion
INT. SERVER FORTRESS - ROCK ISLAND - ANYTIME (FLASHBACK)
2012 Dick leans in close to Dick’s ear by the wooden stake on
the rock island.
2012 DICK
Remember. You always have a choice.
BACK TO PRESENT
Dick marches toward Warhol with total conviction in his eyes.
The past Dicks part creating a direct path between Dick and
Warhol.
Warhol sees Dick marching toward him and gulps in fear.
Dick pulls the AR-15 to his shoulder and aims at Warhol.
EXTREME SLOW MOTION
Time slows way down, and all of the ambient sound fades out
in favor of a peaceful piano concerto. Dick converts every
ounce of his creative energy into a sublime act of
revolutionary ultra-violence.
102.
When Dick is within inches of Warhol, he makes a hard pivot
toward 1972 Dick and shoves the barrel of the AR-15 into his
stomach. Dick lifts little 1972 Dick in the air by the barrel
of his rifle, twirling him around while pirouetting like a
ballerina, then thrusts him with all his might into the blank
white canvas that surrounds them. 1972 Dick’s body explodes
into paint in a variety of brilliant, vibrant colors that
take the form of a kaleidoscopic butterfly on the canvas.
The other party guests scream, look on in awe, and evacuate
the Factory.
Dick turns his artistic wrath to the remaining past Dicks. He
blasts them away with bullets, grenades, a bayonet, and his
bare hands in a fluid, gory motion. Their guts, innards,
heads, and eyeballs are splattered all around the 360 degrees
of white canvas in blotches of paint, creating a gorgeous,
expressive, abstract Jackson Pollack-style tableau.
END EXTREME SLOW MOTION
The music ends and, the ambient sound fades back in.
Dick and Warhol stand alone, surrounded by the fragmented
corpses of the past Dicks and Dick’s 360-degree masterpiece.
Dick marches toward Warhol. Warhol backs away in fear. Dick
grabs Warhol by the collar and slams him against the wet
paint on the canvas. Warhol trembles.
DICK
This is my masterpiece to you.
Dick pulls Warhol in and gives him a kiss charged with the
passion of eternity, then pulls back for a moment.
WARHOL
Wh-Who are you?
DICK
I’m everything that’s right about
you.
Dick and Warhol’s lips come together again in another deep,
impassioned kiss, each of them totally surrendering to each
other.
As the two halves embrace, Dick’s painting comes to life. The
shapes and forms on the canvas slither, expand, dance, and
bleed into each other.
As the increasingly homogenized colors swirl around Dick and
Warhol faster and faster, the opaque spirits of DEAD ARTISTS
emerge from the canvas and join the swirl.
103.
SALVADOR DALI, WILLEM DE KOONING, JEAN-MICHEL BASQUIAT, FRIDA
KAHLO, HELEN FRANKENTHALER, PABLO PICASSO, GEORGIA O’KEEFE,
MICHELANGELO, and more! The spirits and colors swirl and
swirl around the two new lovers, becoming brighter and
brighter until they dissolve into a stable field of pale
white light.
Warhol pulls back from their kiss, realizing it’s just them
in an endless white void. They smile and go in for another
kiss. As soon as their lips meet...BOOM!!!
Genres:
["Drama","Action","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
39 -
Explosion of Art and Accusations
EXT. ABSTRACT ART WORLD - CONTINUOUS
From a single point in the empty void, an entire universe in
the blended style of Dick and Warhol’s art explodes into
existence, like the big bang.
We proceed with a series of impressionistic vignettes within
this stylized art universe.
QUICK CUTS:
--Dick and Warhol feeding each other food in a picnic basket
in the Alps with a rainbow behind them.
--Dick observes as Warhol traces the Campbell’s Soup template
on a canvas laid out on the floor. Warhol pulls the template
back and analyzes the print. Dick rolls his eyes and gives
Warhol a lascivious glance.
--Dick and Warhol hold hands while walking barefoot on the
beach at sunset.
--Dick has Warhol pinned down on the Campbell’s Soup canvas
as he raw dogs him hard. The force of Dick’s thrusts spills
several nearby paint cans, adding an exuberant expressionist
touch to the banal Campbell’s Soup tracing.
--Dick and Warhol ride a unicorn together through the clouds.
INT. THE FACTORY - WARHOL’S STUDIO - NIGHT
Dick and Warhol are back in the LIVE ACTION studio, sitting
across from each other nude in front of easels, painting each
other. Dick grins uncontrollably.
WARHOL
What?
Dick giggles a little.
104.
WARHOL (CONT'D)
Dick? What is it?
DICK
Nothin’. It’s just, you’re perfect.
Can’t believe I didn’t see it
before.
WARHOL
No, you are, silly goose.
The studio begins to rumble like an earthquake. Smoke rises,
and the lights dim. As it gets darker, Warhol and everything
in the studio starts to fade into oblivion.
Dick tries to grab onto Warhol for dear life, but it is no
use. Warhol vanishes in Dick’s arms.
DICK
No!! No!! Please God, no!!!
The entire room vanishes into a dark, smoky, black void.
Dick pulls up his underwear and looks all around in dread as
the rumbling grows stronger.
From the cloud of smoke, the formidable silhouette of Minos
emerges. Dick backs away.
Minos hovers toward Dick.
MINOS
You have failed, Mullet Man. You
have failed us, and you have failed
yourself.
DICK
U-Us?
An orb of green light expands from the center of Minos’s
chest, the smoke cloud expands around him, and finally, he
explodes into a ball of pure light and transforms into the
three distinct forms of the hippies: Night Rainbow, Steals
the Farts, and Luna Sea. Night Rainbow wields a crowbar.
DICK (CONT'D)
Bring him back. Please?
The hippies, led by Steals the Farts on his mobility scooter,
yell, close in on Dick, and pin him to the wall.
NIGHT RAINBOW
Time to tune in and drop out,
motherfucker.
105.
Night Rainbow smacks Dick clean across the face with the
crowbar, knocking him on his back.
Night Rainbow and Luna Sea wrap an arm under each of Dick’s
shoulders and drag him away.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy","Art"]
Ratings
Scene
40 -
A Journey to Change Karma
EXT. RIVER STYX - NIGHT
Dick’s feet are tied to the back of Steals the Farts’s
mobility scooter, restraining him as his semi-conscious body
is dragged down a hill of dead grass toward an eerie
riverbank. Night Rainbow and Luna Sea hobble alongside Dick.
Dick’s eyes flicker open, and he looks up at Night Rainbow,
Luna Sea, and the dark storm clouds above them. A bolt of
lightning flashes across the sky.
DICK
Wh-where are you taking me?
LUNA SEA
It’s your time.
NIGHT RAINBOW
We keep our promises, brother.
CUT TO:
EXT. URBAN CANAL - ON SHORE - DAY (FLASHBACK)
Night Rainbow slips Chief Raj the coin pouch.
BACK TO PRESENT
The scooter picks up speed as it descends the hill toward the
shore of the River Styx, where the Crazy Horse is anchored,
piloted by a HOODED FIGURE with his back facing the hippies.
The murky river is surrounded by rocky bluffs and populated
with TORMENTED SOULS that scream, flop, and contort in agony.
CUT TO:
EXT. U.S. CAPITOL BUILDING - DAY (FLASHBACK)
Dick and the rioters in the heat of battle at the Capitol.
BACK TO PRESENT
The hippies haul Dick into the hull of the Crazy Horse.
106.
The hooded figure turns around to face the hippies, revealing
a familiar face: Chief Raj.
CUT TO:
EXT. U.S. CAPITOL BUILDING - STEPS - DAY (FLASHBACK)
Once again, we witness the Capitol Police firing stun
grenades into the crowd from the balcony.
One of the stun grenades goes off near Dick, enveloping him
and the crowd in a cloud of smoke and piercing white light.
This time, we stay with Dick in the smoke cloud, where he
clutches his chest, loses his breath, and grimaces in pain.
INT. RIVER STYX - ON CRAZY HORSE - NIGHT (BACK TO PRESENT)
Dick lies on his back in the Crazy Horse. Chief Raj is
perched behind him, rowing.
Dick musters the strength to peek over the bow of the Crazy
Horse, where he discovers the thousands of tormented souls
reaching up from the waters as the Crazy Horse drifts toward
the mouth of the river, leading to the infinite horizon of
ocean between two jagged rock mountains.
Dick looks back at Chief Raj as he paddles toward
inevitability. A bolt of lightning flashes, illuminating the
visible skull beneath Chief Raj’s translucent skin.
DICK
Where we goin’?
CHIEF RAJ
To your new life, Richard.
DICK
New life?
CHIEF RAJ
You asked if it was your choices
that determined your destiny. Now
you will have the opportunity to
find out.
DICK
How?
107.
CHIEF RAJ
I told you you’d face a choice
between following in the footsteps
of your past karma and walking your
own path.
DICK
But, but I didn’t do it...
CHIEF RAJ
That’s right. You made your own
choice. You chose to break from the
pattern of energy from your past
life that led you to the altar of
the sacrificial lamb with violence
in your heart. In that decisive
moment, you saw a deeper divinity
and embraced love. You destroyed
the false beings within rather than
destroying your true love. Because
of this courageous act, you will
have the opportunity to change your
karma on a new stage.
A look of profound recognition washes over Dick’s face.
DICK
Chief, are you-I mean, am I-?
Chief Raj looks back at Dick and gives him a sly grin and
wink as the lightning illuminates his skull again.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy","Action"]
Ratings
Scene
41 -
Passage through Portals
EXT. RIVER STYX - ROCKY BLUFF - CONTINUOUS
The Crazy Horse drifts past one of the spikey cliffs where
the Greek Chorus stands on the shore, watching it pass by. MC
Virgil takes off his fedora and bows his head in reverence.
CUT TO:
EXT. U.S. CAPITOL BUILDING - STEPS - DAY (FLASHBACK)
Dick collapses onto the steps of the Capitol and tumbles
down, past the legs of indifferent rioters as they continue
to storm up in the opposite direction, oblivious.
INT. RIVER STYX - ON CRAZY HORSE - NIGHT (BACK TO PRESENT)
Dick looks over the bow of the Crazy Horse as it picks up
speed, accelerating across the water until the water and sky
wash into a portal of swirling white light.
108.
CHIEF RAJ
Goodbye, Richard. And good luck.
Until next time...
All the sound fades to total silence.
CUT TO:
EXT. U.S. CAPITOL BUILDING - STEPS - DAY (FLASHBACK)
Time grinds down to SLOW MOTION as Dick lies on his back
under the haze of white smoke while the rioters continue to
struggle all around him.
Dick exhales his last breath and goes still with his eyes
open, looking up toward a nearby American flag that seems to
wave him into the sweet hereafter.
INT. LIFE PORTAL - ANYTIME (BACK TO PRESENT)
The swirling white light fades out, and Dick finds himself
being pushed through a fleshy pink portal surrounded by walls
of vestibular bulbs.
In front of Dick, the lips of a vagina open, and the portal
is flooded with another blinding white light.
Genres:
["Drama","Fantasy"]
Ratings
Scene
42 -
A Joyful Birth
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
INFANT POV
We find ourselves screaming and crying in the hands of an OB-
GYN in a surgical cap and mask.
HOSPITAL ROOM
The Ob-Gyn turns toward the BIRTH MOTHER, who is laid out on
a hospital bed.