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JESTER IN A BOX: GHOST WARS
By Cole J. Davis
What if the rapture came and nobody noticed?
SYNOPSIS:
In 2090, the rapture removes half a billion people from consensual reality, changing reality so those left behind never notice their disappearance. Shamash Nosgarten, British actor has been feeling out of sorts lately- not realizing until six months ago, he had a wife, Elizabeth who is one of the cloistered remnant.
JESTER IN A BOX: GHOST WARS
SC1. EXT. SFU QUANTUM ARTS - DAY - HISTORIC WOODWARDS
DISTRICT - VANCOUVER - 5120
[A BLACK ANTI-GRAV VEHICLE LANDS AT THE
CURB.
WE SEE A PAIR OF BLACK BOOTS.
WEARING THEM IS RCN CAPTAIN MYRA
BAINBRIDGE, MID FORTIES.
MYRA‘S RCN OVERCOAT IS BLACK INSTEAD OF
CONTEMPORARY RIFLE GREEN.
DEPUTY PREMIERE OF BRITISH COLUMBIA PAUL
MATHESON STEPS FROM THE VEHICLE.]
CAPTAIN MYRA BAINBRIDGE
“Deputy Premiere Paul Matheson; I’m a very busy woman. I have
nothing to hide, so don’t make my day any worse.”
D.P. PAUL MATHESON
“Would you be referring to the privy council’s acknowledgement that
inhumane methods were utilized by our U.K. compatriots?”
CAPTAIN MYRA BAINBRIDGE
“That is exactly what I’m referring to deputy premiere. Our lab’s
results are derived directly from the information we were given by
Llandaff RAF. Had I known, I’d have gone in another direction. Am I to
be held liable for war crimes I had no knowledge of?”
D.P. PAUL MATHESON
“I wouldn’t worry about it captain. Canada had no involvement in the
U.K. skirmishes. That does not mean we supported what was done to
Arabic citizens. We gave covert support to Welsh troops via CSIS, as
well as financial help to Arabs seeking resettlement. Diplomatic
relations with White Hall until the turn of the century were a tinder box
ready to blow at the slightest provocation. The conflict is over, its time
to let bygones be bygones.”
CAPTAIN MYRA BAINBRIDGE
“If I’m reading the situation correctly, the conflict came to an abrupt
halt, the moment the lab monkeys in Llandaff found what they were
looking for. All those people died for a false flag operation against our
true enemies, the Black Brigade.”
D.P. PAUL MATHESON
“Its all shades of grey Myra. They didn’t die for nothing, the entire time
line is reliant on the ability to keep the Black Brigade in line. Three
millennia ago, we dealt with Human terrorists who’d blow themselves
up, taking hundreds of others with them. Now we have beings whom
have the ability to change the course of history by travelling back to
assassinate people whom weren’t meant to die. Unlike terrorists of
old, these beings can sacrifice themselves and pop back into
existence once their target is dead.”
CAPTAIN MYRA BAINBRIDGE
“What do you need me to do?”
D.P. PAUL MATHESON
“Keep doing what you do best, research and development.”
CAPTAIN MYRA BAINBRIDGE
“Yes sir.”
[ACROSS THE STREET, A ROW OF RETAIL SHOPS
OF ALL SORTS LINE THE ROAD.
MICHEL LANDRY EXIT’S A SHOP CARRYING A HEMP
BAG WITH A STORE LOGO.
IN FRONT OF MICHEL, A GRAVITY WELL WHIPS UP.
MICHEL IS PULLED HEAD FIRST INTO THE FUNNEL.
MICHEL DISAPPEARS FROM VIEW.
THE GRAVITY WELL FADES TO NOTHING.
MICHEL’S BAG OF MERCHANDISE LIES ABANDONED
ON THE PAVEMENT.
A BLUE BIRD WANDERS UP.
THE BIRD PECKS AT THE CLOTH.]
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SC2. EXT. COMPLEX CENTRE, UCL, BLOOMSBURY - DAY - 2010
[CALVIN PRITCHARD, MID THIRTIES,
ADMINISTRATOR TO THE TIMELINE INVESTIGATION
UNIT; ENTERS THE BUILDING.]
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SC3. INT. RESEARCH LAB, TLIU ANNEX, COMPLEX CENTRE -
DAY
[THROUGHOUT THE LAB NUMEROUS COMPUTERS
RUN AN ASSORTMENT OF MATHEMATICAL AND
GEOSYNCHRONOUS SIMULATIONS AND
THEORETICAL PRIORI.
DOCTOR MARGARET SUMMERFIELD IS STOOD BY
AN AQUARIUM TANK HOUSING SEVERAL
ELECTRIC EELS.
DOCTOR NIALL BARRETTE IS STOOD BY A
COMPUTER.
HE’S ENGROSSED IN THE NEUROCHEMICAL
READINGS MOVING ACROSS THE SCREEN.
CALVIN ENTERS THROUGH THE NORTH
ENTRANCE.]
CALVIN PRITCHARD
“Are we going to see those eels perform circus tricks, Margie?”
DOCTOR MARGARET SUMMERFIELD
“Hello Calvin. How was the royal gala, did Charles agree to the
increase in funding?”
CALVIN PRITCHARD
“As a matter of fact, he did.”
[BEHIND CALVIN, DOCTOR BERNIE STEIN
ENTERS.]
DOCTOR BERNIE STEIN
“Good to hear it, Calvin.”
CALVIN PRITCHARD
“It’s very good.”
[WALKING ACROSS THE CENTRE OF THE LAB;
CALVIN EXITS THROUGH THE SOUTH DOOR.]
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SC4. INT. INNER CORRIDOR, TLIU ANNEX, COMPLEX CENTRE -
DAY
[CALVIN WALKS DOWN THE CORRIDOR IN A
WESTERLY DIRECTION.
TO CALVIN’S LEFT IS RESEARCH LAB DELTA.
DOCTOR FREDA MARBLETONE WALKS TOWARDS
CALVIN.]
CALVIN PRITCHARD
“Freda, how are things?”
DOCTOR FREDA MARBLETONE
“We’re getting there, Calvin.”
CALVIN PRITCHARD
“I’m glad to hear it.”
[FREDA ENTERS THE LAB.
CALVIN IS STOOD IN THE ENTRANCE.
INSIDE THE LAB DOCTOR HUBERT GREYLING IS
LEANT BACK IN A BLACK, LEATHER DENTAL
CHAIR IN THE CENTRE OF THE LAB. .
HE’S HOOKED TO AN IV DELIVERING A
NEUROCHEMICAL SERUM.
EYES OPEN, HUBERT’S MIND IS CLEARLY
SOMEWHERE ELSE.
CALVIN STEPS BACK INTO THE CORRIDOR.
HE CONTINUES TOWARDS THE NEXT LAB.
THE DOOR OF THE LAB IS LABELLED ‘PROJECT
BRIGHT LIGHT‘.
TO CALVIN’S RIGHT A CLOSED OFFICE DOOR IS
LABELLED ‘ADMINISTRATOR’.
CALVIN RETRIEVES A SET OF KEYS.
HE UNLOCKS THE DOOR.]
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SC5. EXT. UBC CHEMISTRY BUILDING - POINT GREY CAMPUS -
DAY - VANCOUVER
[MICHEL; WEARING A RIFLE GREEN NAVAL JACKET
DESIGNATING HIS RANK AS RCN CAPTAIN,
CROSSES THE SQUARE IN FRONT OF THE
BUILDING.
THE PACIFIC OCEAN.IS BEHIND HIM ALONG THE
HORIZON.
MICHEL HEADS TOWARDS THE BUILDING’S
ENTRANCE.]
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SC6. INT. COMMONWEALTH PROTECTION BUREAU LOUNGE -
UBC CHEMISTRY BUILDING - DAY
[MICHEL ENTERS FROM THE CAMPUS CORRIDOR.
A WINDOW IS SET ABOVE A BATTERED GREEN
COUCH ALONG THE WEST WALL.
MICHEL REMOVES HIS JACKET.
HE PLACES IT ATOP A COAT RACK STOOD TO
THE LEFT SIDE OF THE ENTRANCE.
CLOSE TO THE EAST WALL IS SET A LONG
WOODEN TABLE.
SEVERAL BLACK CHAIRS ARE PLACED AROUND
THE TABLE.
BEHIND THE TABLE, A COUNTERTOP HOLDS AN
ESPRESSO MAKER, A SINK AND A MICROWAVE.
AGAINST THE SOUTH WALL, A SINGLE STEP
DESCENDS INTO THE MAIN WORKING AREA OF
THE BASE.
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION, BASE MEDIC;
ENTERS FROM THE CORRIDOR.
BAILEY STROLLS PAST MICHEL.]
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
"Morning, Captain."
[BAILEY CONTINUES INTO THE MAIN ROOM.]
MICHEL LANDRY
"Doctor."
[CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN ENTERS FROM
THE CORRIDOR.]
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
"Hey Michel, how've you been?"
[MICHEL FOLLOWS SERA DOWN TO THE MAIN
ROOM, EXITING THE LOUNGE.]
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SC7. INT. CPB MAIN ROOM - DAY
[IN THE CENTRE OF THE ROOM IS STOOD A LONG,
NARROW WOODEN TABLE.]
MICHEL LANDRY
"Morning Sera; did you and Gerald have fun at the theatre last night?"
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
"It was lovely. Thank you for the tickets Michel. It was very thoughtful of
you to remember Gerald's birthday. He never expected it, he was
extremely grateful."
MICHEL LANDRY
"Tell him it was my pleasure.”
[A NORTH EAST CORRIDOR LEADS TOWARDS
MICHEL’S OFFICE.
THE ENTRANCE TO THE ARMOURY IS PAST THIS.
BEYOND THAT, THE CORRIDOR TURNS TO THE
SOUTH.
TWO WORKSTATIONS ARE SET AGAINST A WALL
BETWEEN TWO PARALLEL CORRIDORS.
ON THE LEFT, DOCTOR REGINALD DESMOIRE,
THEORETICAL PHYSICIST, MEMBER OF THE
MUSQUEAM FIRST NATION IS SAT IN FRONT OF A
FLAT SCREEN COMPUTER MONITOR AND
KEYBOARD. .
A FRAMED PHOTO OF HIS TEENAGE DAUGHTERS
VICTORIA AND MABLE IS SET TO THE SIDE OF THE
MONITOR.]
MICHEL LANDRY
"Morning, Reg."
DOCTOR REGINALD DESMOIRE
"Captain."
[ACROSS FROM REGINALD’S WORKSTATION, A
SECOND DESK IS SET AT A RIGHT ANGLE TO THE
FIRST.
A PILE OF REFERENCE BOOKS ON THE MYTH OF
IMMORTALITY ARE SET TO THE LEFT.
BRITTANY LONGFELLOW; OF THE SQUAMISH
FIRST NATION, LATE TWENTIES, SOCIOLOGY
DOCTORATE CANDIDATE; ENTERS FROM THE
LOUNGE.] .
DOCTOR REGINALD DESMOIRE
"Brit, good to see you."
[BRITTANY TAKES A SEAT AT HER WORKSTATION.
SHE PLACES A SUPPLY CASE NEXT TO THE
REFERENCE BOOKS.]
BRITTANY LONGFELLOW
"Right back at you, Doctor Desmoire."
[BEHIND REGINALD A SOUTHEAST CORRIDOR
LEADS TO THE MEDICAL LAB.
BEYOND THE LAB; A QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT
FIELD GENERATOR, A BLACK ALLOY DEVICE
SHAPED LIKE AN AIR CONDITIONING UNIT, IS
ATTACHED TO THE WALL.
PAST THE GENERATOR IS A DECONTAMINATION
AREA.
BEYOND THIS IS A STORAGE ROOM.
THE CORRIDOR MEETS UP WITH ANOTHER
HORIZONTAL ONE GOING IN BOTH DIRECTIONS.
REGINALD’S COMPUTER MONITOR SHOWS A
GRAPHIC SIMULATION OF THE COASTAL
REGION’S GRAVITY WAVES.]
MICHEL LANDRY
"Have you determined the cause of the fluctuations in the Time
Stream?"
DOCTOR REGINALD DESMOIRE
“Not yet. I have a few theories based on modern day weather
science Sir."
MICHEL LANDRY
"Do tell Doctor."
DOCTOR REGINALD DESMOIRE
"See these patterns here?"
[A PAIR OF SQUIGGLY LINES ARE CENTRED NEAR
THE APEX OF THE SIMULATION.]
MICHEL LANDRY
"I see them."
DOCTOR REGINALD DESMOIRE
"It reminds me of a hurricane. Perhaps the time stream works similar
to, albeit on a massive scale; atmospheric patterns."
MICHEL LANDRY
"Good work Reg, I like the way you think. Question is, which pattern is
precursor of the other; is it global warming?"
DOCTOR REGINALD DESMOIRE
"How do you mean?"
MICHEL LANDRY
"All the tropical storms we've experienced locally this last while, not to
mention the oddest assortment of future tech has been coming
through at an alarming rate; our culprit may just be global warming."
[BRITTANY BOOTS UP HER LAPTOP.]
BRITTANY LONGFELLOW
"Has Sam been in yet?"
MICHEL LANDRY
"Not that I've seen."
BRITTANY LONGFELLOW
"I need Sam to run across to the Student Union building. We're
running low on printer ink."
MICHEL LANDRY
"I'll be sure to pass that on, if I see him."
BRITTANY LONGFELLOW
"Thanks, Mich. You're a peach."
MICHEL LANDRY
"I do try." [MICHEL PAUSES FOR A BEAT.] “By the way Brittany, in
case you wanted to add ultra terrestrial longevity to your doctoral
study, you’ll want to get in touch with our former director; George
Galloway, now working out of Splott; outside Cardiff. He’ll direct you on
to the correct channels to get the information you need if that’s a
direction you‘d be interested in investigating.”
BRITTANY LONGFELLOW
“Tell me more?”
MICHEL LANDRY
“There are plots of land on the outskirts of Cardiff, around Mount
Snowdon, to the north of London and in the Lake District where our
world rubs up against other worlds; similar to tectonic plates. There can
be disruptions in the quantum membrane separating the worlds,
causing remnants from the lost lands to erupt from quantum fissures.
It’s a two way directional path; much of our past has disappeared bit
by bit by dissolution into the quantum foam, much as a shoreline
erodes over millennia. Sometimes, what has been lost, can be found
again. Ultra-terrestrials, historically referred to as Fae are tricksters
dealing in illusion. Which brings us to Abbaddon’s nefarious plans
involving ultra-terrestrial glamour, living holographic Animaes infused
with the essence of Fallen Gods; bait used by Abbaddon to reel in his
prey. Never mind that though. The less attention one gives the
tricksters the better; but God has our back; put your faith in him and
he’ll always have your back.”
DOCTOR REGINALD DESMOIRE
“Spooky world we inhabit Michel.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Spooky universe. Back in my home era, I once had this lovesick
woman named Rebecca Swartz claiming I was her Twin Flame; she’d
work on film sets I was on, she’d volunteer to work at my sustainable
food charities, she kept bugging me to study holistic healing, to
become a Reiki practitioner.”
BRITTANY LONGFELLOW
“What did you do?”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Rebecca was everywhere, I couldn’t get away from her. Until one day
she just disappeared, kind of like how I did. Of course, suspicion fell
on me due to a little tete a tete the pair of us had immediately
preceding her disappearance. The two of us were in Cardiff working on
a Holovision serial in fifty one hundred. I played the lead; a private
detective investigating the origin of the Fallen God Bombers, making
the supposition that they had began with the Nazis. Rebecca worked on
costuming. I met with her at a sweet little café’ down by Mermaid Quay,
showed her the four one, one on her friends in the Ashtar Command.
She stomped out of the café’ furious. I watched her head towards the
barrage; out of sight, out of mind; settling in for a cup of honey tea and
a read through of the following week’s script. When she was reported
missing; the cops were sure I must have had something to do with it.”
BRITTANY LONGFELLOW
“Yeesh!”
MICHEL LANDRY
“We are not Gods no matter how much the New Agers like to proclaim
it. The existence of the Fallen Gods and their Master Commander
Abbaddon have been woven into the tapestry of all major civilizations
this planet has ever experienced from the Greek Titans to the Torah.”
[MICHEL PAUSES FOR A BEAT.] “Back to work.”
[MICHEL HEADS FOR HIS OFFICE.
OUTSIDE HIS OFFICE, MICHEL MEETS SERA
COMING UP THE FAR END OF THE CORRIDOR.
SHE’S HOLDING A FILE FOLDER OF THE PAST
WEEK’S TIME STREAM FLUCTUATION PATTERNS.
SERA CONTINUES TOWARDS THE MAIN ROOM.
ENTERING HIS SMALL, PERSONAL OFFICE, MICHEL
CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HIMSELF.]
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SC8. INT. MICHEL’S OFFICE - DAY
[MICHEL IS SAT IN A BLACK, LEATHER CHAIR
BEHIND HIS DESK.
ON EITHER SIDE OF THE ROOM ARE STOOD TALL
RED FILING CABINETS.
THERE’S A KNOCK ON THE DOOR.]
MICHEL LANDRY
"Come in."
[THE DOOR OPENS TO REVEAL SERA.]
MICHEL LANDRY
"What can I do for you Sera; is the gravity well acting up again?"
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
"It's going full throttle Michel, the security cameras show all sorts of
gear coming through."
MICHEL LANDRY
"Have Sam suit up in protective gear; have him go check it out. Make
sure he has someone there with him."
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
"I'll go."
MICHEL LANDRY
"How's the weather?"
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
"It’s completely insane."
MICHEL LANDRY
"The gravity well, is it on the beach again?"
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
"It's its new favourite spot Mich."
MICHEL LANDRY
"Good luck."
[SERA EXIT’S THE ROOM.
MICHEL MAKES A CALL.]
MICHEL LANDRY(INTO PHONE)
"Cory, it's Michel. How are you liking Cambridge; is it a heavy
workload?"
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SC9. INT. LECTURE HALL - ANTHROPOLOGY BUILDING - DAY
[PROFESSOR TRISTAN HEART, DOCTOR OF
CULTURAL ANTHROPOLOGY IS STOOD BEFORE A
GRADUATE CLASS IN CELTIC STUDIES.
BEHIND HIM, A SLIDE OF A LONG SHOT OF NEW
GRANGE IS PROJECTED ONTO A SCREEN.]
TRISTAN HEART
“New Grange, Si an Bhru in the Irish tongue is located approximately
one kilometre north of the river Boyne in County Meath.”
[TRISTAN FLIPS TO A SLIDE OF AN INTERIOR
CHAMBER.]
TRISTAN HEART
“We find various forms of abstract art carved into the rocks of the
inner chambers. Note the three small chambers leading off from the
main large chamber. That number three is important, it correlates with
the triskelion spiral carved into the entrance standing stone of the
monument.”
[TRISTAN’S SMARTPHONE LIES ATOP A PILE OF
BOOKS IN FRONT OF THE SLIDE PROJECTOR.
THE DEVICE BEEPS AS A NEW TEXT MESSAGE
APPEARS ON THE PHONE’S SCREEN.
TRISTAN GLANCES AT THE PHONE.]
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SC10. EXT. COMPLEX CENTRE, UCL, BLOOMSBURY - DAY
[BRIAN SEYMOUR, RELIGIOUS ETHNOGRAPHER,
IS STOOD OUTSIDE THE BUILDING.
HE’S GOT A DUFFLE BAG SLUNG OVER HIS
SHOULDER, HIS SMARTPHONE HELD IN HIS
HANDS.
BRIAN LOOKS DOWN AT THE TEXT HE SENT TO
TRISTAN.
‘TRIS’, YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I FOUND.
GET IN TOUCH.’
IT STARTS TO RAIN.
BRIAN OPENS HIS BAG.
HE PLACES THE PHONE INSIDE, THEN CLOSES IT
UP.
BRIAN HEADS TOWARDS THE ENTRANCE OF THE
BUILDING.]
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SC11. INT. COMMUNAL LOUNGE - COMPLEX CENTRE - DAY
[HUBERT IS SAT ON A WHITE COUCH SET
AGAINST THE NORTH WALL.
HE WRITES A REPORT ON HIS LAPTOP AT A
TABLE.
ALONG THE EAST WALL, ANOTHER TABLE IS SET
FOR HIGH TEA.
A TRAY OF CUCUMBER FINGER SANDWICHES IS
SET IN THE CENTRE OF THE TABLE.
BETWEEN THE COUCH AND THE TEA SPREAD IS A
NORTH ENTRANCE.
CALVIN ENTERS.
SEVERAL PEOPLE ARE ARRAYED ON MORE
COUCHES SET AROUND THE LARGE ROOM.
SEVERAL PEOPLE WORK ON LAPTOPS.
OTHER PEOPLE READ BOOKS.
CALVIN WALKS FURTHER INTO THE ROOM.
HE GRABS A SANDWICH FROM THE TRAY.]
CALVIN PRITCHARD
“Good afternoon Doctor, did you learn anything interesting from your
travels today?”
DOCTOR HUBERT GREYLING
“You’ll like what you’ll read in the report, Calvin. We shouldn’t discuss
it here of course, but we may just have stumbled across the early
beginnings of a brand new family of languages developing.”
CALVIN PRITCHARD
“Excellent news Hubert. I’m off; I’ve a date with the missus. ‘The
Monkey King‘, It‘s got rave reviews, I hear.”
[CALVIN EXITS THE ROOM.]
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SC12. EXT. BEACH - POINT GREY - VANCOUVER - DAY
[ITS RAINING.
A FREIGHTER PASSES ACROSS THE HORIZON.
SAMUEL PETERS, EARLY TWENTIES, CPB
MEDICAL INTERN WEARS A BLUE BIOHAZARD
SUIT.
ALSO SUITED UP, SERA’S STOOD NEXT TO SAM;
HOLDING A CARDBOARD BOX.
SHE COLLECTS VARIOUS OBJECTS FROM THE
SHORELINE; TOSSING THEM INTO THE BOX.
SAMUEL DOES THE SAME.
HE PEERS AT AN OBLONG, SILVER METAL
OBJECT HELD IN HIS HAND.]
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
"How are you doing there, Sam? What do you have there, Sam?”
SAMUEL PETERS
"Heck if I know."
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
"That's the point, Sam. We don't know what any of this stuff is. We
don't know where it's come from; we don't know when it's come from.
Could be a billion years down the line; could be next week."
SAMUEL PETERS
"What happens if we get a missile through here; what do we do then?"
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
"I don't know, Sam. Duck and cover, I suppose."
SAMUEL PETERS
"We've a ton of riff-raff to collect. Michel will not be pleased if we miss
something which manages to create some major malfunction in the
city."
[SERA TOSSES AN OBJECT INTO THE BOX.
A STRANGE BLACK OBJECT IS LODGED BENEATH
A ROCK.
SERA REMOVES THE OBJECT WITH A SLIGHT BIT
OF DIFFICULTY.
SHE DROPS THE OBJECT INTO THE BOX.]
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
"Michel has worked here, off and on for the past century. I‘m sure
he knows this campus like the back of his hand. Probably feels a bit
proprietary over the land, and I wouldn‘t blame him one bit.”
[SAMUEL RETRIEVES A YELLOW OBJECT.
HE DROPS IT INTO THE BOX.
AT THE WATER’S EDGE, A SEA GULL WRANGLES
A TINY, RED SAND CRAB.
SERA RETRIEVES A NARROW, SILVER OBJECT
FROM THE GROUND.
SHE TOSSES THE OBJECT ONTO THE PILE OF
FUTURE AND NON-TERRESTRIAL TECH.]
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SC13. INT. CPB MAIN ROOM - DAY
[SAMUEL ENTERS FROM THE LOUNGE.
HIS AND SERA’S HELMETS SIT ATOP THE BOX HE
CARRIES.
SERA ENTERS BEHIND SAMUEL.
REGINALD ENTERS BEHIND SERA, CARRYING A
BUNDLE OF COLLATED TIME STREAM DATA PRINT
OUTS.
SAMUEL PLACES THE BOX ATOP THE CENTRE
TABLE.
BAILEY ENTERS FROM THE SOUTH CORRIDOR.]
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
“What’s all this?”
[SERA STEPS OUT OF HER BIOHAZARD SUIT.
SHE PLACES IT UPON THE TABLE.]
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Gravity well refuse.”
[SAMUEL REMOVES HIS BIOHAZARD SUIT.
HE PLACES IT NEXT TO SERA’S.
BAILEY GRABS BOTH SUITS.
HE EXIT’S THE ROOM, ENTERING THE SOUTH
CORRIDOR.
BAILEY PASSES BRITTANY AS SHE ENTERS.]
BRITTANY LONGFELLOW
“What did I miss?”
SAMUEL PETERS
“Not much; though I did spot a sea gull enjoying a scrumptious
seafood dinner.”
[SERA RIFLES THROUGH THE CARDBOARD BOX.
MICHEL ENTERS FROM THE CORRIDOR OUTSIDE
HIS OFFICE.
SERA AND SAMUEL SORT THROUGH THE BOX.
MICHEL STEPS BETWEEN THEM.
HE PLACES A HAND ATOP SERA‘S LEFT
SHOULDER.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“What have we got?”
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
“I propose we get a bell for you Mich; a big, sexy bell, so we’ll know
when you’re coming up behind us.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Good riposte, Doctor. Actually, that sounds kind of fun. I’ll be the big,
hungry panther; you can be the squirrel. Fun will be had by all.”
[BAILEY EXITS TOWARDS HIS MED LAB.
MICHEL SHOWS SERA A MID NINETEEN FIFTIES
COSMETIC COMPACT.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Take a look at this.”
[MICHEL FLIPS THE COMPACT OPEN.
WE SEE A MIRROR AND FOUNDATION.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Fresh as the day it left the factory floor.”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Michel, what would you know about women’s cosmetics?”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Me, not much personally; yo Reg.” [MICHEL PAUSES FOR A BEAT.]
“There’s got to be a way to track these objects through the gravity
wells, locate the source of the temporal disruption. Determine if it’s a
natural universal force, or created by design, or accident. Perhaps
some catastrophic force managed to rip apart the foundations of time
and space itself.”
DOCTOR REGINALD DESMOIRE
“Do you have evidence for your hypothesis?”
MICHEL LANDRY
“When I lived in Cardiff in the fifty eighties, there were rumours of
secretive government experimentation involving temporal energy;
supposedly damaging those involved. There were tales of black
uniformed soldiers slinking through the slums of Splott, Cardiff in the
dead of night. Whilst volunteering with the Caebraetry Redemption
Centre, serving afternoon soup to the city’s downtrodden; I heard
some real whoppers. Can it be done Reg?”
DOCTOR REGINALD DESMOIRE
“I doubt it.”
[MICHEL GRABS A NARROW, SILVER METAL TUBE
WRAPPED IN A STRAND OF GREEN KELP FROM
THE BOX OF ODDITIES.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Sam; have Doctor O’Bannion run tests on the kelp to determine
where it originated. Once you’ve determined this; if the kelp is
revealed to be alien, do a chemical analysis to see if it matches any
records we have on file.”
[SAMUEL TAKES THE OBJECT FROM MICHEL’S
HAND.
HE EXITS VIA THE SOUTH CORRIDOR.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“He’s a good little minion.”
[BRITTANY IS SAT AT HER DESK.
SHE TYPES UP NOTES FOR HER DOCTORATE
THESIS ON THE MYTH OF IMMORTALITY.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Sera, can you take over here? I’ve got tax forms to fill out for Ottawa.
Bloody red tape, takes all the fun out of being the big cheese.”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Are you saying you’re cheesy Michel?”
MICHEL LANDRY
“I sure am.”
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SC14. INT. THE FITZROY DOLL’S - RUSSELL SQUARE -
BLOOMSBURY - NIGHT
[CALVIN IS SAT AT A TABLE NEAR A WINDOW
OVERLOOKING THE SQUARE.
ACROSS FROM HIM IS SAT ANNA PRITCHARD; 5’7,
LATE THIRTIES.
TWO PLATES OF CHICKEN ALFREDO ARE SET ON
THE TABLE.
NEXT TO ANNA’S PLATE ARE PLACED TWO
TICKETS FOR LONDON’S PREMIERE OF ‘THE
MONKEY KING‘.]
ANNA PRITCHARD
“They say the costumes are stunning.”
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SC15. INT. CPB MED LAB - VANCOUVER - DAY
[BAILEY IS STOOD IN FRONT OF THE CABINET.
HE PEERS THROUGH THE MAGNIFICATION
VIEWER OF AN ELECTRON MICROSCOPE.
A SAMPLE OF THE KELP FROM THE BEACH IS SET
ATOP A GLASS SLIDE.
MICHEL ENTERS THE LAB.
SAMUEL IS STOOD BY A SERIES OF PREPARED
CHEMICAL SOLUTIONS.
BAILEY HANDS SAMUEL A TRAY OF CHOPPED
SLICES OF KELP.]
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
“Let’s do an edibility test next.”
[SAMUEL PREPARES SAMPLES TO TEST THEIR
ALKALINE ACIDIC SCALE.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“What, you want to eat it?”
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
“Not particularly, no.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“I just had to ask.”
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
“Yes, you did, you’re always thinking with your stomach, aren’t you
Landry?”
MICHEL LANDRY
“You know me Bailey. It’s definitely non terrestrial, then?”
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
“Oh yeah.”
[THE KELP ON SAM’S TRAY SIZZLES AS THE
CHEMICAL SOLUTION HITS IT.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“That does not look good.”
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
“Don’t go eating that, Michel.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“I wasn’t planning to, so it’s definitely poisonous?”
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
“Oh yeah, and it’s definitely alien.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“So what do we know about this little alien plant?”
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
“We have determined that the planet this little beauty came from has
much more acidic oceans than here on Earth.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Alright; on the other hand, we also know that this particular planet
must play host to intelligent life; what with the metal tube it was
wrapped around. Has the computer made a match?”
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
“It has; Betran Andronicus.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Are you serious? Bailey; you know what we need to do next don’t
you?”
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
“Of course Landry; I’ll get this prepared for long term storage for future
research.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“I’ll be awaiting your final write up concerning the alien plant life with
great interest Bailey.”
DOCTOR BAILEY O’BANNION
“You do that, Landry.”
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SC16 EXT. HARBOUR FRONT - CARDIFF BAY - NIGHT
[HARBOUR MASTER STEWART GRIMWALD IS
STOOD IN FRONT OF A TROLLEY OF TACKLE
BOXES AND FISHING FLIES.
SEVERAL BOATS ARE ANCHORED NEARBY.
WEARING A GREY, WOOL JACKET; D.I EVELYN
WAUGH APPROACHES STEWART.]
D.I. EVELYN WAUGH
“Hello Stewart. I got your message. I need you to tell me exactly what
you heard this afternoon, word for word.”
STEWART GRIMWALD
“Yes, right. I was stood right here unloading inventory, tackle boxes,
fishing flies; that sort of thing. When oh maybe ten men motored up in
a high end, flashy boat. The sort used by drug smugglers. Then five
men in black uniforms met these folks at the water’s edge. One of
them gave the fellows in the boat a wad of money and some sort of
strange device. It was glass with some sort of pump inside. Its hard to
explain. Then they motored back into the open sea and I lost sight of
the men in uniform.”
D.I. EVELYN WAUGH
“That’s not much to go on Stewart.”
STEWART GRIMWALD
“I know, sorry about that ma’am.”
D.I. EVELYN WAUGH
“You did your best Stewart. I’ll see what turns up. How‘s your wife
Margie?”
STEWART GRIMWALD
“She’s doing well. She’s been practicing her singing, decided she’ll
make a go at the Cymru talent competition in the new year.”
D.I. EVELYN WAUGH
“That’s gutsy.”
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SC17. INT. CPB LOUNGE - DAY - VANCOUVER
[SERA AND BRITTANY ARE SAT AT THE TABLE.
THE TWO ENJOY A LUNCH OF SOUP AND RICE
CRACKERS.
MICHEL ENTERS FROM THE MAIN ROOM.
HE CROSSES TOWARDS THE TABLE.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“How can you two eat those things?”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“You should try it sometime Mich, might do you a world of good.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Oh, not you too; I get enough health talk from Cory, I don’t need it in
the work place as well.”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Sorry Michel.”
[MICHEL GRABS A RICE CRACKER FROM SERA’S
PLATE.
HE TAKES A BITE OF THE CRACKER.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Uhh!”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“You are such a drama Queen, Mich.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Hmm, I am at that. So, what’s the scoop?”
[MICHEL NIBBLES THE RICE CRACKER.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Do you think there’s a reason this tastes like Styrofoam packaging?”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Are you bored, Mich?”
MICHEL LANDRY
“God, yes. I miss my lady, thinking about transferring to London, after
Cory‘s finished her studies in a few years.”
BRITTANY LONGFELLOW
“Don’t you have work to be doing, Sir?”
MICHEL LANDRY
“I’m shirking my duties to pester you two beautiful ladies.”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Go away Michel.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Fine.”
[MICHEL HEADS TOWARDS THE EXIT INTO THE
CORRIDOR.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“I need to head across to the campus library, anyways.”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Good night my sweet Prince.”
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SC18. INT. IRVING K. BARBER LIBRARY - DAY
[MICHEL ENTERS THE BUILDING THROUGH THE
MAIN ENTRANCE.
HE EXCHANGES A SMILE WITH PROFESSOR
LORRAINE BABCOCK, HEAD OF UBC’S ENGLISH
DEPARTMENT.
IN HER LATE FIFTIES, LORRAINE HAS GINGER
HAIR AND A SMATTERING OF FRECKLES AROUND
HER NOSE.]
PROFESSOR LORRAINE BABCOCK
“Hello Michel.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Hello cutie, I’ve missed you, do you know that?”
PROFESSOR LORRAINE BABCOCK
“It’s been a long time Michel, I hardly think that’s an appropriate means
of greeting. Do you?”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Of course.”
[A POSTER ON THE WALL PROMOTES AN UFO
CONFERENCE SET TO COMMENCE LATER IN THE
WEEK.
MICHEL IS STOOD BEFORE A ROW OF BOOKS ON
A SHELF BENEATH THE LABEL ‘CANADIAN POETS’.
HE RUNS A HAND DOWN THE ROW OF SLIM HARD
COVERS CONTAINING CANADA’S BEST
SELECTION OF POETRY OF THE TWENTIETH
CENTURY.]
FREDERICK NISCHBERGEN(O.O.V.)
“Michel Landry! You are just the man I was looking for.”
[MICHEL TURNS TO HIS RIGHT.
FREDERICK NISCHBERGEN, DEAN OF
INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS IS STOOD TO
MICHEL‘S RIGHT.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Dean Nischbergen, what can I do for you?”
FREDERICK NISCHBERGEN
“I need to speak to you about this year’s Halloween festivities. Seeing
as my department is International Relations, and you’re in charge of
Alien Relations, what better partnership can there possibly be?”
MICHEL LANDRY
“What did you just say?”
FREDERICK NISCHBERGEN
“Come now Landry, don’t act so surprised. You don’t think your little
secret isn’t common knowledge amongst University staff? Admit it,
you are part of a public relations campaign designed to distract the
public with flights of fancy, whilst good Doctor Desmoire helps the
Department of Defence develop the ability for interstellar flight.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“You’ve got me Frederick. Boy, you are a sharp one, aren’t you?”
FREDERICK NISCHBERGEN
“I’ve the brains of Sherlock Holmes and the street smarts of Al
Capone. You can’t get a thing past me, Landry”
MICHEL LANDRY
“We’ll talk.”
[FREDERICK GIVES MICHEL THE THUMBS UP
SIGNAL.
FREDERICK WANDERS OFF.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“My life is so strange. Where has your lovely book gotten to, eh
Mable?”
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SC19. INT. RASMUSSEN RESIDENCE - NIGHT - NORTH
VANCOUVER - 2014
[SERA IS STOOD AT A MARBLE WHITE STOVE;
HAIR PULLED BACK INTO A PONYTAIL.
SHE STIRS A POT OF STEAMED PEROGIES.
TO SERA’S LEFT, WE SEE PAST A KITCHEN ISLAND
INTO THE LIVING ROOM.
GERALD RASMUSSEN; LOCATION MANAGER
ENTERS THE KITCHEN.]
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“Hi honey, I’m home!”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Hello yourself, Mister Movie producer.”
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“Don’t mock hun; I’ll make it big some day.”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“I’m sure you will dear; just keep looking at the bright side of life.”
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“Hmm, the food smells great. To what do I owe this good fortune?”
[GERALD COMES UP BEHIND SERA.
HE GIVES SERA A PECK ON THE CHEEK.]
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“You know me Ger; this is how I cheer myself up from a hard days’
work, cooking my husband his favourite meal.”
[GERALD RUBS SERA’S SHOULDERS.]
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“Let me guess, Landry’s up to his old tricks again?”
[SERA ARCHES BACK INTO GERALD’S CARESS.]
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“God that feels good. Michel’s a real handful, that’s for sure.”
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“Y’know Sera, I really don’t like the sound of that.”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Oh, p’shaw, you know I don’t mean it like that Gerald.”
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“You better not.”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Oh, you.”
[SERA MOVES TO GIVE GERALD A SEARING KISS.
THE POT ON THE STOVE BOILS OVER.
GERALD TURNS SERA TOWARDS THE STOVE.]
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“Watch it!”
[SERA RUSHES TO DEAL WITH THE PEROGIES.]
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Look at you, distracting me; you naughty, naughty man.”
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“Yep that’s me baby, I’m bad to the bone.”
[SERA SWITCHES OFF THE STOVE TOP BURNER,
ALLOWING THE POT TO SIMMER.
GERALD MOVES UP BEHIND SERA.
HE WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND HER WAIST.]
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“Who’s my sexy lady?”
[SERA GIGGLES IN DELIGHT.
SHE PLAYFULLY BATS GERALD’S ARM AWAY.]
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Oh, you.”
[SERA TURNS TO FACE GERALD.
CUPPING GERALD’S FACE, SHE PLANTS A KISS ON
HIS LIPS.
SERA HEADS TO THE STOVE.
SHE REMOVES THE POT OF PEROGIES FROM
THE BURNER.]
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“Have I told you lately just how much I truly love you babe?”
[SERA DRAINS THE PEROGIES INTO A
SKIMMER OVER THE BLACK MARBLE SINK.]
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Right back at ya, Ger.”
[GERALD HEADS INTO THE LIVING ROOM.]
HE TAKES A SEAT ON THE COUCH.
ACROSS THE ROOM IS A LARGE, HDTV.
HAROLD THE HERMIT CRAB IS NESTLED IN HIS
HABITAT ATOP A BOOKSHELF BELOW THE LARGE
WINDOW OVERLOOKING THE BACKYARD.
GERALD SWITCHES THE T.V ON WITH THE
REMOTE.
ON THE T.V., A HOCKEY GAME IS RUNNING.]
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SC20. EXT. BLENDZ CAFÉ - W. HASTINGS\RICHARDS ST. - DAY
[JENSON ACKLES IS SAT AT A SIDEWALK TABLE,
STUDYING A SCRIPT.
MISCHA COLLINS IS SAT ACROSS FROM JENSON.
MISCHA FIDDLES WITH A SMARTPHONE.
NEARBY, IN FULL UNIFORM; SERA IS SAT WITH
REGINALD.
SEVERAL KEY GRIPS AND ELECTRICIANS
ARRANGE LIGHTING AND SOUND GEAR NEARBY.
STEPHEN THE GOFER EXIT’S THE SHOP.
HE’S FOLLOWED BY GERALD, BOTH CARRYING
SEVERAL DRINKS.
STEPHEN PLACES THE DRINKS ON JENSON AND
MISHA‘S TABLE.]
JENSON ACKLES
“Thanks man.”
[STEPHEN MOVES OFF.
GERALD HANDS A DRINK TO SERA.
HE GIVES HER A KISS.
MISCHA CAPTURES THE IMAGE WITH HIS PHONE.]
MISCHA COLLINS
“It’s the kissing cop.”
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“She’s my wife, no putting that on twitter Mischa. Funny that you folks
show up on a case when we’re setting up to shoot on location. What if
the cameras catch something awkward?”
MICHEL LANDRY(O.O.V.)
“Then it was meant to be.”
[MICHEL, CARRYING A PAIR OF DRINKS; JOINS
SERA AND REGINALD AT THEIR TABLE.
MICHEL PLACES ONE DRINK ON THE TABLE.
HE HANDS THE SECOND ONE TO REGINALD.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Here you go.”
DOCTOR REGINALD DESMOIRE
“Thanks Captain.”
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“What exactly are you doing here?”
[MICHEL [RETRIEVES A PORTABLE GRAVITY WAVE
DETECTOR FROM HIS KIT.
MICHEL READS THE ATMOSPHERIC
MEASUREMENTS FOR THE INTERSECTION.
HE PLACES THE MACHINE ON THE TABLE IN
FRONT OF HIM.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“We’re getting readings of an imminent quantum fracture forming at
this intersection.”
GERALD RASMUSSEN
“How did you know it’d be right here at this location?”
[MICHEL POINTS TO A SERIES OF SMALL
NUMERALS ON DISPLAY IN THE BOTTOM RIGHT
HAND CORNER OF THE SCREEN.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“See here? That right there is the GPS location of the developing
fracture in the space time grid.”
[A BEAT LATER, WE HEAR A CRACKLE AND A POP.
MICHEL HAS THE GADGET POINTED AT HASTINGS.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Here we go; get ready for some action.”
[SHARDS OF GOLD AND SILVER RIBBONS OF
ENERGY POP OUT OF A SMALL AREA ABOVE
HASTINGS, APPROXIMATELY SIX FEET UP.
MARK IBLIS MATERIALIZES ON THE SIDEWALK,
LAIN ON HIS BACK.
SERA AND REGINALD HURRY TO MARK’S SIDE.
MICHEL KNEELS DOWN, TRYING TO SUPPORT
MARK’S HEAD.
A CROWD OF ONLOOKERS GATHER AROUND.]
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“This is Mark Iblis, isn’t he supposed to be at Saint Paul’s in a coma?”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Programmable matter.”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“What, programmable matter?”
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SC21. INT. LUCINDA STUDIOS - LONDON. - DAY - 2090
[SHAMASH NOSGARTEN, ACTOR; DOPPELGANGER
OF MICHEL IS KNELT BEFORE A LARGE, OPEN
BARROW FILLED WITH CATOMS- PROGRAMMABLE
MATTER OF CLAY ATOMS.
HE RUNS HIS HANDS THROUGH THE CATOMS.]
CYRIL ABBADDON(O.O.V.)
“Programmable matter.”
[SHAMASH GETS TO HIS FEET.
CYRIL ABBADDON, SHAMASH’S MANAGER
APPROACHES.]
CYRIL ABBADDON
“It’s going to be a game changer in this industry. Be able to design
whole sets, perhaps even scenes filled with extras, out of catoms.”
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SC22. EXT.SLOVAKIAN EMBASSY - #25 KENSINGTON PALACE
GARDENS - DAY - WEST LONDON - 2090
[PHILIP MORRIS IS SAT IN THE DRIVER’S SEAT OF
A BLACK SEDAN, WAITING AT THE CURB.
JOLENE BRINOVICH, DIPLOMATIC SECRETARY TO
THE SLOVAKIAN AMBASSADOR TO THE U.K.;
APPROACHES THE VEHICLE FROM A NEARBY
WALKWAY.
SHAMASH HEADS UP TO THE GATE. FROM THE
ROAD.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN
“Jolene! Miss Brinovich, hello, Shamash Nosgarten at your service, I’d
like to speak to you about a job offer. I‘m putting together a working
group to advocate on behalf of traditional heritage pertaining to GRIN
technologies.”
[JOLENE STOPS NEAR THE SEDAN.]
JOLENE BRINOVICH
“I’m just heading off for my lunch break.”
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN
“I know, I’ve done my due diligence to know your daily schedule.”
JOLENE BRINOVICH
“Well that’s not creepy at all.”
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN
“No, no, look I’ve got credentials and everything. I’ve got a card and
everything. Official agent of the crown. Between you and me,
spokespersons for Buckingham Palace say they are all quite
worried over the direction the technocrats seem intent on taking our
society; right over a sheer cliff into the gaping chasm of the abyss ”
[SHAMASH SHOWS HER A CARD.
SHE LAUGHS.]
JOLENE BRINOVICH
“Well even so, what do you want me for? I’ve already got a very high
paying job here with the embassy.”
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN
“Oh I’m looking for people with diplomatic ties. We’re going to be
dealing with national heritage and cultural issues within international
territories involving split second bureaucracy that embassy and
consulate workers are the perfect fit for. The working group already
includes connections to the Israeli and Azerbaijan diplomatic
structures. So I’ll give you a few days to think the idea over. I’ll let you
get on with your lunch break. Have a nice day Ms. Brinovich.”
[SHAMASH REACHES TO SHAKE JOLENE’S HAND.
PHILIP GETS OUT OF THE SEDAN.
SHAMASH MOVES OFF.
PHILIP OPENS THE BACK DOOR FOR JOLENE.
SHAMASH WATCHES JOLENE GET INTO THE
VEHICLE.]
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SC23. EXT. BLENDZ CAFÉ - W. HASTINGS\RICHARDS ST. - DAY -
VANCOUVER - 2010
[MICHEL SUPPORTS MARK’S HEAD.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“His subconscious mind has activated the programmable matter
software in the neural interface connection of the temporal shuttle he
crashed twelve years ago. It allows his conscious mind to literally
wander, creating a synthetic body out of programmable matter.”
[MARK OPENS HIS EYES.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Support his head, will you?”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Sure thing.”
[SHE DOES SO.
MICHEL GETS TO HIS FEET, BACKING AWAY.
HE ADDRESSES THE CROWD.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Go about your business folks, this is official business.”
[A FEW LOOK UNCONVINCED, BUT MOST OF THE
CROWD CHOOSE TO DISPERSE.]
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SC24. INT. CPB LOUNGE - DAY - 1998
[BAILEY IS STOOD IN THE CENTRE OF THE ROOM.
NEXT TO HIM ARE STOOD ROBERT CHU, LATE
TWENTIES; AND DETECTIVE CALVIN EDWARDS,
LATE THIRTIES.
CORY MONTROSE IS STOOD TO CALVIN’S LEFT.
SHE WEARS A GREY CAP, AN OFF WHITE
HUDSON BAY SWEATER, DRAPED WITH A
PALE RED KNIT SCARF OVER ARMY
REGULATION TROUSERS.
MICHEL ENTERS FROM THE CORRIDOR.
MICHEL’S EYES CONNECT WITH CORY’S.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Hello.”
CORY MONTROSE
“Hello.”
[MICHEL AND CORY CONTINUE TO MAINTAIN EYE
CONTACT.
ROBERT, BAILEY AND CALVIN MOVE ASIDE,
ALLOWING MICHEL AND CORY TO GET A BETTER
LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER.
GRINNING WIDELY, MICHEL EXTENDS A HAND.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“I’m Captain Michel Landry, you are?”
[CORY SHAKES MICHEL’S HAND.]
CORY MONTROSE
“Cory Montrose, sir.”
[GEORGE GALLOWAY, CPB DIRECTOR, FORMER
M15 OPERATIVE ENTERS FROM THE MAIN ROOM.]
GEORGE GALLOWAY
“Don’t just stand there, you two, get to work. We don’t have time to
stand around lollygagging; we have a crash site to investigate. Chop,
chop, time’s a wasting.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“A crash site, what sort?”
GEORGE GALLOWAY
“We won’t know until we get there, Landry. Get your rear in gear.”
[GEORGE GESTURES TO MICHEL AND CORY.]
GEORGE GALLOWAY
“You two, come with me.”
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SC25. EXT. ENGLISH BAY BEACH - DAY - 1998
[A GREEN ARMY JEEP IS PARKED AT THE TOP OF
THE SHORELINE.
GEORGE STEPS FROM THE DRIVER’S SIDE OF THE
JEEP.
MICHEL SLIDES FROM THE BACK SEAT FACING THE
SHORELINE.]
GEORGE GALLOWAY
“Step lightly, folks.”
[GEORGE STEPS CAREFULLY DOWN THE ROCK
AND LOG STREWN BEACH.
STOOD AT THE TOP OF THE BEACH, MICHEL WAITS
FOR CORY TO JOIN HIM.
MICHEL GAZES TOWARDS THE WATER LINE.
HALF SUBMERGED IN WATER, A GREY, TEMPORAL
SHUTTLE CRAFT IS SAT IN A SMOULDERING
CRATER.
HEADING TOWARDS THE WATER, MICHEL’S
TROUSERS BECOME WATER-LOGGED WITH WET
SAND.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Yowsers.”
[CORY HURRIES PAST MICHEL AND GEORGE.]
GEORGE GALLOWAY
“Careful there lass.”
[INSIDE THE CRATER, THE CRAFT IS SUNK INTO
WET SAND, GLASS ROOF BLOWN OUT.
MARK IBLIS LIES SPLAYED IN THE PILOT SEAT,
UNCONSCIOUS.]
GEORGE GALLOWAY
“Careful! It might be radioactive.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“I’ll be careful. I appreciate your concern, however.”
GEORGE GALLOWAY
“Shoot, we should have brought O‘Bannion with us. We have no way
of determining what this fellow may have been up to. We can’t bring
the paramedics onto the scene with this high level of security
clearance.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“I can check ship records, go through the computer guidance system,
that sort of thing.”
[MICHEL GRABS AN END OF THE SINKING CRAFT.
MICHEL GLANCES OVER HIS SHOULDER AT
GEORGE AND CORY.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Are you two going to give me a hand here, or am I going to have to
make an impression of the Incredible Hulk?”
[GEORGE HELPS MICHEL LIFT THE CRAFT FROM
THE SAND.]
GEORGE GALLOWAY
“Here we go.”
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SC26. INT. VEHICLE\EXT. UNIVERSITY WAY - DAY - VANCOUVER
- 1999
[GEORGE DRIVES THROUGH THE GROUNDS OF
THE UNIVERSITY.
MICHEL IS IN THE BACK SEAT.
BAILEY SITS IN THE PASSENGER SEAT.
THE VEHICLE LURCHES TO A STOP.
STOOD ON THE FRONT OF THE VEHICLE, MARK
IBLIS HANGS FROM A BRANCH, ATOP THE CAR.]
MARK IBLIS
“Oh hello there.”
[MICHEL STEPS OUT OF THE VEHICLE.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Mark Iblis; I’ve been doing research on you, you’re like a God of
time.”
MARK IBLIS
“I’m not a God of time, it doesn’t exist.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“What, God or time?”
MARK IBLIS
“Touche’.
[MICHEL HELPS MARK DOWN FROM THE VEHICLE.]
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SC27. EXT. BLENDZ CAFÉ - W. HASTINGS\RICHARDS ST. - DAY -
2010
[MARK ATTEMPTS A SITTING POSITION.
SERA SUPPORTS HIS UPPER BACK.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“help me load him into the car you two.”
[MICHEL LEADS MARK TOWARDS HIS ORANGE 1967
ROADSTER PARKED NEARBY.]
JENSON ACKLES
“Be honest with me Mischa, have you spiked my drink? This place is
turning into an insane asylum.”
[SERA AND REGINALD HELP MARK INTO THE BACK
SEAT.
MICHEL TURNS AROUND.
HE SIZES JENSON UP.]
MICHEL LANDRY
“Hey Hollywood, no insulting my city, even if its true.”
JENSON ACKLES
“You’re that Landry fellow aren’t you, way I hear it, you’re just as
American as I am.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“I have Canadian citizenship though, trump that mister entertainer.”
JENSON ACKLES
“I’ll have you know sir, I make more than a million dollars per
episode.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Yeah? Well that’s chump change compared to what I; never mind,
your right that’s impressive.”
JENSON ACKLES
“So was that little magic trick. What is this, ’Punked’, I get it, we’ve
been punked. So where’s Ashton? I’m going to give him a high five.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“Ashton’s working the production angle.”
JENSON ACKLES
“Yeah, your full of it, what is this really?”
MICHEL LANDRY
“See ya Hollywood.”
[MICHEL WANDERS BACK TO HIS VEHICLE.]
JENSON ACKLES
“Hey, this conversation aint finished man.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“The hell it aint. Actors eh, don’t you just love ‘em? You can do your
cop thing, the doctor can do his physicist thing. The boys from
Hollywood can go back to doing their acting thing.”
CONSTABLE SERA RASMUSSEN
“Michel, you realize Mischa’s going to have this trending on twitter
within the hour.”
MICHEL LANDRY
“I know, what to do; what to do?”
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SC28. EXT. OBERLIN TAVERN - NIGHT - CHELSEA - 2090
[A CRACKLING FIRE GLOWS IN THE HEARTH
ALONG THE WALL PARALLEL TO THE FRONT
ENTRANCE.
THROUGH THE WINDOW, WE SEE A DOWNPOUR.
ELIZABETH SUMMERS TENDS THE BAR.
SHAMASH ENTERS, DRENCHED.
HE CLOSES THE DOOR AGAINST A GUST OF WIND.
BEHIND THE BAR, ELIZABETH TURNS, FACING THE
RACK HOLDING THE BOTTLES OF SPIRITS.]
ELIZABETH SUMMERS
“Thank you Lord.”
[SHAMASH TAKES A SEAT AT THE BAR.
ELIZABETH TURNS TO FACE HIM.
TWO MEN ARE SAT AT A TABLE BEHIND
SHAMASH.]
MAN
“You’re going to have to make a decision soon, the path is narrowing
every day. We are nearly at the precipice, climb up the cliff face and
we see our way to eternity; jump over the cliff with the masses and
we’ll see ourselves in the fire.”
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SC29. EXT.SLOVAKIAN EMBASSY - #25 KENSINGTON PALACE
GARDENS - NIGHT - WEST LONDON - 2090
[THERE’S TORRENTIAL RAIN, WIND, LIGHTNING.
LIGHTNING LIGHTS UP THE SKY OVER THE
EMBASSY.
PHILIP WATCHES THE BUILDING FROM THE BLACK
SEDAN PARKED OUTSIDE THE GATE.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN(V.O.)(SUNG)
“When I am down and, oh, my soul, so weary.”
[JOLENE HURRIES THROUGH THE RAIN;
UMBRELLA IN ONE HAND; COFFEE IN THE OTHER.
PHILIP STEPS OUT OF THE VEHICLE.
HE MOVES TO OPEN THE BACK DOOR NEAREST
JOLENE.
JOLENE GETS INTO THE BACK SEAT OF THE
SEDAN.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN (V.O.)(SUNG)
“When troubles come and my heart burdened be.”
[THE VEHICLE DRIVES OFF.
JOLENE PEERS OUT THE WINDOW, RAIN TRAILING
PAST HER FACE.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN (V.O.)(SUNG)
“Then I am still and wait here in the silence.”
[THE VEHICLE PASSES BY ALBERT’S BRIDGE.
CHELSEA OLD CHURCH IS IN THE DISTANCE.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN (V.O.)(SUNG)
“Until you come and sit awhile with me.”
[LIGHTNING ILLUMINATES THE BUILDING.]
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SC30. INT.CHELSEA OLD CHURCH - NIGHT - LONDON - 2090
[A STORM RAGES ATOP THE ROOF.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN (V.O.)(SUNG)
“You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains.”
[SHAMASH HURRIES TOWARDS THE BUILDING‘S
ENTRANCE.].
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN (V.O.)(SUNG)
“You raise me up to walk on stormy seas.”
[A GUST OF WIND TOSSES A BROKEN TREE
BRANCH AGAINST A STAINED GLASS WINDOW.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN (V.O.)(SUNG)
“I am strong when I am on your shoulders.
You raise me up to more than I can be.”
[HE HEADS INSIDE.]
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SC30. INT.CHELSEA OLD CHURCH - NIGHT - LONDON - 2090
[LIGHTNING STRIKES A PUDDLE NEAR THE FRONT
ENTRANCE.].
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN(V.O.)(SUNG)
“You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains.
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas.
I am strong when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up to more than I can be.”
[SHAMASH GAZES THROUGH A CRACKED, STAIN
GLASS WINDOW AT THE STORM OUTSIDE.]
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SC31. INT.CHURCH CORRIDOR - NIGHT - LONDON - 2090
[SHAMASH HEADS DOWN A CORRIDOR.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN(V.O.)(SUNG)
“There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder.
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.”
[SHAMASH REACHES AN ANCIENT CHAPEL.]
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SC32. INT.CHAPEL - NIGHT - LONDON - 2090
[STOOD IN FRONT OF THE ALTAR, SHAMASH
STARES AT THE BACK WALL WHERE WOODEN
CROSS BEAMS BLOCK OFF A COLLAPSED
SECTION OF WALL.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN(V.O.)(SUNG)
“You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains.”
[SHAMASH IS STOOD BEFORE THE WALL.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN(V.O.)(SUNG)
“You raise me up to walk on stormy seas.”
[A BALL OF WHITE LIGHT APPEARS IN FRONT OF
THE WALL.
SHAMASH BACKS UP, COVERING HIS EYES FROM
THE LIGHT.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN(V.O.)(SUNG)
“I am strong when I am on your shoulders.”
[THE WALL CRUMBLES TO DUST.
THE WHITE LIGHT DISAPPEARS.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN(V.O.)(SUNG)
“You raise me up to more than I can be.”.
[BEFORE SHAMASH LIES AN IMMENSE DEEP, WIDE
CAVERN LIT BY BIOLUMINESCENCE.
THE CAVERN WALLS ARE COVERED WITH PETRA
LIKE ARCHITECTURE.
NUMEROUS VEHICLES SIMILAR TO THE ONE MARK
IBLIS CRASHED ARE PARKED INSIDE THE
CAVERN.]
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SC33. INT.CAVERN - DAY - LONDON - 2090
[SHAMASH ENTERS THE CAVERN.
AT THE FAR END, THE CAVERN OPENS ONTO
DAYLIGHT.
THE STORM IS GONE.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN(V.O.)(SUNG)
“You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains.”
[SHAMASH WALKS TOWARDS THE OPENING
THROUGH THE CENTRE OF THE CAVERN..
HE PASSES SEVERAL TEMPORAL VEHICLES OF
VARYING SIZES.
SOME ARE ATTACHED TO THE CAVERN WALLS BY
METAL POSTS.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN(V.O.)(SUNG)
“You raise me up to walk on stormy seas.”
[SHAMASH IS NEARLY AT THE OPENING OF THE
CAVERN.
OUTSIDE IS A LARGE FIELD.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN(V.O.)(SUNG)
“I am strong when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up to more than I can be.
You raise me up to more than I can be.”
SHAMASH REACHES THE OPENING.
TO SHAMASH’S RIGHT, TRISTAN HEART IS STOOD
NEXT TO A TEMPORAL VEHICLE WATCHING HIM.
CORY MONTROSE IS WORKING ON THE VEHICLE’S
ENGINE.
OUTSIDE THE CAVERN, THE SKIES ARE BLUE.
WILD FLOWERS DOT THE FIELD.
A CHURCH AND A SYNAGOGUE CAN BE SEEN IN
THE DISTANCE.]
END OF EPISODE.
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