SC1. EXT. LONDON SKYLINE - DAY - 5050
[ON THE WESTERN SHORE OF THE THAMES, WE
PASS OVER THE BBC HOLO STUDIOS.
A HOLOGRAPHIC IMAGE OF A JESTER STANDING
ON HIS HEAD, TUMBLING THROUGH A PORTAL OF
LIGHT REPEATS ATOP THE ROOF OF THE
BUILDING.
BEHIND THE STUDIO WE SEE THE KING GEORGE
THE TENTH THEATRE.
THIS IS AN IMMENSE OPERA HOUSE.
WE SEE THAMES HOUSE, IN NEED OF
RESTORATION.
BEHIND WHITE HALL WE SEE THE GALACTIC
ALLIANCE SENATE HOUSE.
THIS HAS A COLISEUM STYLE FAÇADE.]
COLE JACOB BILLINGTON(V.O.)
“There are worlds within worlds, lives within lives; our choices define
us; good or bad.”
[A SYSTEM JUMPER PERSONAL SHUTTLECRAFT
CAREENS TOWARDS THE THAMES, OUT OF
CONTROL.]
COLE JACOB BILLINGTON(V.O.)
“In the middle part of the fifty first century, humanity had reached a
turning point in our development. Life on Earth, and to a lesser extent
those Human outposts throughout the galaxy had reached the summit
of the quantum technological singularity. Our spiritual selves merged
with our biological and quantum selves; creating an ever evolving
species. Our alliance with the spiritually adept Garconer brought us
evidentiary proof of ultra-universal creatures they knew as Universal
Archetypes. Darting in and out of Human history all along the timeline;
the Universal Archetypes were Humanities‘ future. Lesser known to
all but the highest adepts in cosmic studies are those beings known as
temporal architects; designers of the quilt of life, arbiters of life contract
disputes and mentors to the creative class.”
[THE VEHICLE CRASHES TOWARDS THE THAMES.]
COLE JACOB BILLINGTON(V.O.)
“Known to themselves as Triniforms, these Universal Archetypes were
born in another universe. Layers upon layers, wheels within wheels.
Long past the stranglehold of the divided state of the gender binary
reproductive system; Triniforms were the Aphrodite of the galaxy,
rising from the ashes of their own former forms, born as the phoenix
from their former selves.”
[A CROWD OF GARCONER, HUMANS AND
SENATORIALS RUSH TOWARDS THE SHORE LINE.
THE GARCONER ARE DARK GREY HUMANOIDS.
THE SENATORIALS HAVE ANGELIC WINGS OF
BLUE, BLACK AND GOLD.
THEIR MOUTHS CONTAIN TWO ROWS OF CANINE
TEETH.]
COLE JACOB BILLINGTON(V.O.)
“The Garconer made a study of the Universal Archetypes, theorizing
on their evolutionary development but lacking absolute proof. For God
so loved the world that he sent his only begotten son. This fact was
the key to the Triniforms’ existence. The Triniforms’ existence as
mankind’s future heirs are revealed through the melchizedek codes
found in the Torah, the Mabinogian and the Elysian mysteries. But
most of all, the three fold nature of that same God revealed itself
through its Triniform offspring.”
[THE VEHICLE SLAMS INTO THE THAMES.]
COLE JACOB BILLINGTON(V.O.)
“The three fold God coalesced into the material form of a single being
in three forms. Circles within circles, duality within worlds upon worlds.
The first mover begat a three fold universe. The three in one divided
into the many. The many begat duality; the concept of conflict. This
gave rise to separation, judgement, cruelty, misery.”
[THE IMPACT WAVE DRENCHES THE ONLOOKERS
BY THE SHORE.]
COLE JACOB BILLINGTON(V.O.)
“The archetype of love is both the oldest force in creation, giving form
to creation itself, as well as the first and last lesson we must learn as
we travel through the chain of life. Through love, the universe begat
physical creation; through love artists bring forth paintings,
architectural wonders, literature, theatrical performances, love brings
us divine meals, fashion, perfume, music, medical advances and the
province of ideas. Love is the Alpha and Omega, the oldest idea, the
last idea. The first and last question, the question that must be asked,
but must never be answered, for with that answer comes an end to all
things; what is love? Through knowing this, we bring the lesson to a
close.”
[THE VEHICLE SLIDES BENEATH THE WATER.]
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SC2. INT. TEMPORAL BASE - DAY - LAKE DISTRICT - 8100
[A BATALLION OF TEMPORAL OFFICERS ARE
STOOD AT ATTENTION IN A LARGE AIRCRAFT
WAREHOUSE.
ARRAYED IN THE CENTRE OF THE FACILITY ARE
SEVERAL QUANTUM FLIERS- TRIANGULAR IN
SHAPE, BLACK AND BUILT FOR A CREW OF FOUR.
AMYTRIA MARCOS, BASE CRYPTOGRAGHER
ENTERS FROM THE MAIN BASE.
ENTERING BEHIND HER IS SHAMASH
NOSGARTEN, BASE COMMANDER.
THE OFFICERS SALUTE SHAMASH.
SHAMASH MOVES ASIDE TO ALLOW ALLISON
CREMWELL, HERITAGE MINISTER TO ENGLAND TO
ENTER THE WAREHOUSE.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN
“At ease.”
[THE OFFICERS STAND AT EASE.]
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN
“I’d like you all to meet Allison Cremwell, the nation’s Heritage
Minister. These are my Eagles, as we affectionately call them. I’m
giving Allison a tour of the base. As we are all aware of, the Divisionist
forces have recently stepped up their attacks on the citizenry. They
are presently focussing their energies on two separate fronts; the
Ashtar Command, twin flame psyop in the twenty first century and the
Annunaki gods psyop in ancient Sumer. Though I don’t like to talk
about it, the sad fact of it is that my fraternal twin sister Babalous had
unfortunate things happen to her, leaving her bitter and seeking
revenge. She’s a lead instigator in the aforesaid psyops. The cold war
is heating up over the skies of four thousand B.C.E. Sumer, and for
that, we need increased funding from White Hall and a better public
relations campaign. Tomorrow, we’ll be meeting with the minister of
defense. Amytria, lets have you explain the dimensional nature of the
cohesive timeline.”
AMYTRIA MARCOS
“Right, two millennia ago temporal travellers were constrained to a
single timeline. Now we know that to take in a true accounting of the
cohesive timeline, we need to know where the divergence points
originate. I studied divergence points during my lifetime as Cora
Fencis two millennia ago, but we were unable to traverse them. Now
that lifetime is positioned in an alternate timeline. We have never
experienced the Ghost Wars, Wales remains an integral part of the
United Kingdom, and Scotland separated long ago. In order to pass
through a divergence point into that timeline, we need to utilize the
quantum transducers built into the Quantum Fliers. These vehicles
are lined with a protective quantum foam lining, as sadly, bodily travel
through a divergence point causes catastrophic quantum structural
decay, resulting in our adversaries the Fallen Gods. In a case of
curiosity killed the cat, man’s desire to traverse the dimensional field
corrupted the souls of quantum pioneers such as James Malcolm and
Cyril Abbaddon. Now, the battle we’re fighting in the fourth millennia
B.C.E. is occurring in yet another divergence point. In our timeline,
the events taking place in that other timeline, resonated through the
divergence point, granting scribes with images they inscribed in
cuneiform.”
SHAMASH NOSGARTEN
“I think that’s the gist of it. Thank you Amytria. Everybody, we’re on
standby to head back into the fray at any moment from this point on.
Amytria, walk with me as I continue the tour.”
[SHAMASH EXITS, FOLLOWED BY ALLISON AND
AMYTRIA.]
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SC3. EXT. THAMES SHORELINE - DAY - LONDON - 5050
[MARK IBLIS IS LOADED ONTO A MEDICAL
STRETCHER BY AN ANTI-GRAV FLOAT
AMBULANCE AT THE SHORELINE.
SEVERAL HUMANS ARE STOOD AT THE
SHORELINE OPERATING THE ANTI-GRAV
MECHANISM.
MARK OPENS HIS EYES.
NEARBY, THE SUBMERGED SYSTEM JUMPER IS
BEING RAISED FROM THE WATER BY A CRANE.
BEHIND THE MEDICS A CROWD OF PEOPLE;
HUMAN, GARCONER AND STORNAWAY WATCH IN
CONCERN.
THE STORNAWAY HAVE CHALK WHITE SKIN.]
MEDIC
“I think he’s coming around. Hey there fella, are you with us mate?”
MEDIC TWO
“I have a feeling he’ll be up and causing mayhem in no time. No
offence intended mate, it’s the way kids talk nowadays.”
[THE STRETCHER IS PULLED PAST THE
SHORELINE TOWARDS THE WAITING
AMBULANCE.
THE MEDICS LOAD THE STRETCHER INTO THE
BACK OF THE VEHICLE.]
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SC4. EXT. RHEIC TIDAL FLAT - AVALONIA - DAY - CAMBRIAN
ERA
[WE’RE ON THE SHORES OF THE RHEIC OCEAN.
THE SEA IS SHALLOW.
MANY SPECIES OF TRILOBITES AND MOLLUSCS
CAN BE SEEN IN THE WATER.
ON THE BEACH ARE MICROBIAL MATS AND
CRYPTOBIOTIC SOIL.
IFAN FENCIS APPEARS NEAR THE WATER.
IFAN STUMBLES AS A SAND MOLLUSC CRAWLS
OVER HIS SHOE.
IFAN PEERS AT HIS E-READER.
THE TEMPORAL APP. LISTS- 5080.11. 1.13.0 YALE
TOWN.
IFAN BENDS DOWN TOWARDS THE WATER.
IFAN WATCHES A CLUTCH OF BLACK TRILOBITES
GOBBLE PLANKTON JUST BELOW THE WATER
LINE.
IFAN TURNS AWAY FROM THE WATER.
IFAN WANDERS UP THE DRY BEACH.]
IFAN FENCIS
“Trilobites in the water, cryptobiotic soil on the beach. How does that
translate to fifty eighty common era? What, is there a virus in the
APP.?”
[IFAN CONTINUES WALKING FURTHER INLAND.
IFAN LOOKS AT HIS E-READER.
IFAN SETS A DISTRESS BEACON FOR
CONTINUOUS DISPLAY LOCKED ONTO HIS
QUANTUM SIGNATURE I.D.
IFAN PRESSES ‘SEND.’
IFAN CONTINUES WALKING.]
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SC5. INT. BLACK BRIGADE LEAD SHIP\EXT. OORT DISC - 2014
[COMMANDER ABBADDON IS STOOD ON THE
BRIDGE.
ABBADDON IS OVER SIX FOOT TALL AND SLIM.
NUMEROUS FALLEN GOD BOMBERS AND FEMALE
MINIONS ARE SITUATED AT POINTS AROUND THE
BRIDGE WORKING AT CONTROL PANELS.
THROUGH THE FRONT VIEW SCREEN WE SEE A
DWARF PLANET COVERED IN ICE.
A YELLOW LIGHT BEGINS BLINKING ON A PANEL.
A DISTRESS BEACON SOUNDS A STACCATO BEAT.
ABBADDON TAKES A LOOK AT THE PANEL.]
COMMANDER ABBADDON
“Looks like Ifan has fallen into our sticky web. I hacked into his latest
temporal transport. Siphoned his quantum signature into a honey trap,
a holo-painting of the Cambrian era. Our dear Patrick is a lost little
boy. The prodigal son is about to come home to papa.”
FEMALE MINION
“Who, sir?”
COMMANDER ABBADDON
“Patrick is the name I gave to my most devoted follower, the son I
wish I could have. But then he began getting ideas, ideas that my way,
our way was leading us down the garden path to destruction. He
betrayed me, he betrayed the entire brigade. He’s opposed us from
every angle ever since. He hated the life he had, the life I gave him.
Eternal life, ever living, never dying, never aging, with one caveat; that
he serve his master as a Fallen God Bomber. He wanted more, he
wanted to return to the creator’s warm embrace. He thought he knew
better than I, that I was mistaken. He found a way to erase who he
was, wiping the slate clean, promising his allegiance to the one we
oppose, God, Yahweh, Christ, the trinity; for ever more.”
FALLEN GOD BOMBER
“Sir, exactly why do we oppose that one?”
COMMANDER ABBADDON
“We oppose the one because he created the physical universes. Life
must be enjoyed in the causal realms. The physical world is too prone
to misery, loneliness, pain and death. We serve the ideal of releasing
souls from their cycle of physical pain. Sure, those souls believe
they’re learning on behalf of creator, but they’re merely innocents lost
in the haze of a cosmic Stockholm Syndrome. That, my friends is why
we do what we do.”
FEMALE MINION TWO
“What happened?”
COMMANDER ABBADDON
“Patrick found a way through creator’s grace to erase his entire
timeline, his entire oversoul, the being who became Spring Heel Jack,
the Patron Saint of Soldiers and the Patron Saint of Children. He went
from Patrick, my beloved Lieutenant, greatest of all Fallen Gods, Baal
consort to Ishtar; to the most beloved Omni being in the Garconer
trinity. He became Shamash, Amytria and Enki. Then Ifan, Cora and
Evelyn. Cole, Tommy and Horatio. Pete and Cecil, Valerian, Tiberius
and Cecilia. But all is not lost my faithful. For I’ve set Ishtar on his trail.
I’ve Infected her with a cupid’s arrow virus, she sees nothing but him.
It is doubtful that she’ll get her object of desire, but her torment is my
fun. I captured the allegiance of a lonely outcast living a leper like
existence in the distant evolutionary past of Incuba Five; that outcast
was one of Patrick’s newly formed lifetimes. That lonely and broken
soul, Patrick made new; made his way to Earth millions of years later,
falling through a gravity well in nineteen thirteen Vancouver. Patrick’s
parasitic form eventually found its way to Cole’s physical form. During
that small window of time, Patrick travelled the pathway of Cole’s
personal causal timeline, using the same neuronal structure Ifan now
uses to pop back in time. Patrick took hold of Cole’s fifteen year old
form, traumatized by his father’s murder, his brother’s abduction;
warping him into a beloved minion.”
FALLEN GOD BOMBER TWO
“Sir, after three years, he repented. What changed? The loss of his
cousin should not have been strong enough deterrent to shake
Patrick.”
COMMANDER ABBADDON
“Those two days in nineteen thirteen whilst Patrick utilized Cole’s form,
that was long enough to sustain him amidst Cole’s past for three
years. The trauma of Tommy’s torture that was the universe enacting
a material reality to wake the child that was Cole up. But those three
years were all we needed. We know we lose Patrick in the end, but we
succeeded in defeating his desire to be God’s greatest servant. We
hurt him, we caused him to hurt others, that’s all that matters in the
end, and if all goes to plan we can restore Patrick to his original
magnificence. In the meantime, I‘m having a bit of fun at Ishtar‘s
expense. When Patrick erased his original timeline, the creator
granted him dispensation to work with his loyalist servants. This took
Ishtar far out of the picture. Those memories still exist however, albeit
not in the present timeline. I‘ve been tormenting Ishtar with memories
of a universe that no longer exists, and just watch her squirm and
make an utter fool of herself to a man whom has no interest in her,
nor her way of life.”
FEMALE MINION THREE
“What happened to Patrick once he was banished from Cole’s form?”
COMMANDER ABBADDON
“Now that is an intriguing saga all on its own.”
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SC6. EXT. GRAY STONE GALLERY- DAY - GLASGOW - 12510
[JACOB HARRIS LEADS HIS WIFE LYN THROUGH
THE CROWD ALONG GRANVILLE STREET.
JACOB IS A DOPPELGANGER OF SHAMASH.]
COMMANDER ABBADDON(V.O.)
“Jacob Harris would go on to continue his deft hand with a paint brush
he only began to perfect lifetimes ago. His wife Lyn was once Ifan’s
lost sister Evelyn, Cole’s cousin Tommy and later Cole’s partner
Pete.”
[JACOB OPENS THE DOOR OF THE GALLERY.
LYN ENTERS PAST HER HUSBAND.
JACOB CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HIM.]
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SC7. INT. GRAY STONE GALLERY- DAY - GLASGOW - 12510
[A GALLERY WALL HOLDS SEVERAL HOLO-
PAINTINGS.
IN ONE, A MAN KNEELS BEFORE A STATUE OF A
HEAD.
BEHIND HIM STRETCHES A SANDY BEACH
DESCENDING TO A SEA.
WE SEE IFAN IN ANOTHER HOLO-PAINTING OF
THE CAMBRIAN ERA.
JACOB ENTERS THE ROOM.
IFAN TUMBLES INTO THE ROOM, LEAVING
BROKEN GLASS ON THE FLOOR.]
JACOB HARRIS
“What the?”
IFAN FENCIS
“Got to run.”
[IFAN TAPS HIS E-READER.
LYN ENTERS THE ROOM.
IFAN DISAPPEARS.]
COMMANDER ABBADDON(V.O.)
“Darn it, that plan was all for nought. Got to up our game, boys and
girls.”
[JACOB WALKS OVER TO THE HOLO-PAINTING,
GAZING AT THE BROKEN GLASS.]
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SC8. INT. LONDON GENERAL EMERGENCY WARD - NIGHT -
5070
[MARK IBLIS, NOW A DOCTOR OF ORTHOPEDICS
IS STOOD AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE WARD.]
COLE JACOB BILLINGTON(V.O.)
“Fifteen years after Mark’s accident, now a doctor of orthopedics;
society around Mark began to change for the worse. He began
noticing the large population of Garconer resident to London were
becoming targets of Human Xenophobes. Mark began taking note of
the higher numbers of Garconer coming into London General
suffering injuries caused by assault and battery from the ever rising
rate of hate crimes in the city. He began noticing a higher ratio of
illness in that population directly linked to malnutrition, as employers
began laying off long time Garconer employees due to customer
complaints and a refusal to hire new youthful Garconer graduates.”
[A GARCONER MAN IS BROUGHT THROUGH THE
ENTRANCE ON A STRETCHER SUFFERING A
SEIZURE FROM A DRUG OVERDOSE.
OPEN WOUNDS, A CHRONIC SYMPTOM OF
GARCONER DRUG ABUSE DOT THE MAN’S LIMBS.]
COLE JACOB BILLINGTON(V.O.)
“The Garconer mortality rate only got worse, as those youthful, jobless
and angry, disaffected Garconer who ought to have great futures
ahead of themselves, began to look to less desirable means of making
a living. Soon, casualties began piling up, as more and more Garconer
ended up inside the emergency room due to drug overdose, drunken
fights and criminal enterprise gone wrong. In the law enforcement field,
the city’s homicide rate had gone up five fold in the space of half a
decade. The city’s East End once again became known for it’s historic
blight of the refuge of the downtrodden. After centuries of working
towards full gentrification of the district, the area slipped back to it’s
ancient roots of sex workers and pick pockets and starving children.”
[ON NEARBY SEATS, TWO POLICE OFFICERS ARE
QUESTIONING A GARCONER MAN WITH A HEAD
WOUND.]
COLE JACOB BILLINGTON(V.O.)
“When things got really bad, when the people in power began serving
orders for all Garconer living in England to be rounded up and sent
God knows where, where who knows what was planned for them; the
large number of destitute Garconer finding themselves warehoused in
row houses and ancient historic tenement buildings that managed to
survive the near constant bombings of the area by the Germans three
millennia earlier, found themselves trapped in the perfect trap. Once
the nation, and later on, the world was embroiled in this horrifying
sand trap of Human hate, and Mark watched impotently as innocents
were rounded up; he began to wonder if it hadn’t been planned this
way all along.”
[TIME MOVES FORWARD.
ITS DAY.
MARK HELPS A STORNAWAY BOY WITH A
CYBERNETIC RIGHT HAND GATHER HIS BAG
FROM A CHAIR.]
COLE JACOB BILLINGTON(V.O.)
“By fifty, seventy seven, at the height of the conflict, war had moved
beyond Earth, into the far reaches of space, where colonists had
begun to fight back under the leadership of a mysterious and
charismatic young man known only as ‘COE2009’.”
[DOCTOR PATRICK O’ROURIC TAPS MARK ON THE
SHOULDER, WHISPERING IN HIS EAR.]
COLE JACOB BILLINGTON(V.O.)
“London became a charnel house to those Garconer whom stubbornly
remained in the city. Whilst the men had either already been outright
killed or taken to Scottish labour camps where they were worked to
death, they hadn’t touched the women and children. But new plans
were afoot. The remnant Garconer still in London were to be delivered
to the slaughter house, on an ancient patch of crown land on the very
edges of the redrawn London County line.”
[MARK IBLIS FOLLOWS PATRICK FROM THE WARD,
TOWARDS PATRICK’S OFFICE DOWN A
CORRIDOR.]
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SC9. INT. OFFICE - LONDON GENERAL - DAY - 5077
[PATRICK HANDS MARK A TERRAIN MAP OF THE
BRITISH ISLES.
VARIOUS LOCATIONS ARE MARKED WITH
BEACONS REPRESENTING SAFE ZONES.
PATHS ARE MARKED LEADING AWAY FROM
LONDON IN THE DIRECTION OF NORTHERN
WALES AND GLASGOW.
WALES IS DIVIDED INTO A NORTHERN AND
SOUTHERN PROVINCE.]
COLE JACOB BILLINGTON(V.O.)
“Although he didn’t look it, Doctor Patrick O’Rouric had Garconer
family members far removed in his bloodline. He needed to get them,
as well as himself to safety. A safe harbour for Garconer was set up in
the wilds of Mount Snowdon in Northern Wales. Doctor O’Rouric
hoped Mark would be willing to put his life on the line in becoming
another link in the chain that would help innocent people find their
ways to safety.”
[NODDING HIS HEAD, MARK PATS PATRICK ON
THE SHOULDER.
FOLDING THE MAP, MARK PLACES IT INTO A
TROUSER POCKET.
MARK TURNS TO GO.]
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SC10. INT. CYRENE RESEARCH FOUNDATION - DAY - LONDON
- 5580 A.D.
[JAMES MALCOLM PETERSON, A DOPPELGANGER
OF IFAN IS STOOD IN A GLASS ENCLOSED
CORRIDOR SEVERAL STORIES UP.
THROUGH THE GLASS WE SEE THE CENTRE OF
LONDON.
AN ENORMOUS SHADOW PASSES OVER THE
BUILDING AND THE STREET BELOW.
AN INCUBI CLASS BATTLE CRUISER HEADS OUT
THROUGH THE STRATROSPHERE.
ON THE STREET BELOW, A RECRUITMENT
POSTER FOR THE ‘ALLIANCE CORPS’ IS STUCK TO
A SHOP WINDOW.
ON THE POSTER ARE THE WORDS- ‘KEEP OUR
SPACE LANES FREE FOR TRADE. JOIN THE FIGHT
AGAINST DEVON PRIME.’
TURNING SLOWLY TOWARDS THE RIGHT FROM
WHERE HE’S STOOD, JAMES DRAWS IN A
BREATH.
DIRECTLY BEHIND JAMES IS STOOD CYRIL
ABBADDON.
CYRIL WEARS SHADES OF BLACK; BLACK T-SHIRT,
BLACK TROUSERS AND BLACK ITALIAN DRESS
SHOES.
THIS IS TOPPED OFF WITH A BLACK WOOL SCARF
AND A BLACK CRAVAT.]
AMYTRIA MARCOS(V.O.)
“Just as our lives are bound to others, our reality is likewise bound to
others. Our actions in this reality create other realities, and those
realities likewise have a similar effect on ours. This universe
developed out of the triquetta formed from two parent universes. The
new universe then split into a pair of identical twin universes; one
carrying the function of the molecular particle, the other carrying the
fuction of the molecular wave. Some time in the future, the two are set
to become one, birthing a new universe. Once that happens, our
Triquetta will transmogrify into a Universal Archetype, incarnating back
Into the healthiest sentient individual in the universe, whomever that
may turn out to be. In the mean time, our two universes are in constant
conflict; brought about by souls born of both universes incarnating into
their polar opposite.”
[JAMES TURNS TO FACE CYRIL.]
JAMES MALCOLM PETERSON
“I just know we’re on the edge of the greatest scientific discovery our
civilization has ever made. Forget space Cyril, if we can break through
the dimensional wall, we have a whole new universe to discover.
Think of what we might find.”
CYRIL ABBADDON
“As always James, know you have my full confidence, support and
financial backing for your endeavour. Keep me apprised of your
discoveries.”
JAMES MALCOLM PETERSON
“Will do.”
[JAMES TURNS BACK TO GAZE OUT THE WINDOW
AS CYRIL HEADS BACK DOWN THE CORRIDOR.]
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SC11. EXT. HIGH STREET - DAY - BASILDON - 5077
[MARK RUNS DOWN THE CENTRE OF THE
STREET.]
DUTY OFFICER(O.O.V.)
“Stop where you are!”
[MARK CONTINUES RUNNING.
THE OFFICER WEARS A RED COAT.
A HEAVY, GREY GAMMA BLASTER IS STRAPPED
TO THE OFFICER’S SIDE.]
DUTY OFFICER
“Sir, I said stop where you are!”
[MARK TURNS, STOOD IN THE CENTRE OF THE
STREET.
ANTI-GRAV SINGLE OCCUPANT ROVERS SWERVE
AROUND MARK.
MARK GAZES AT THE OFFICER’S HARD,
UNYIELDING EXPRESSION, EYES FULL OF FURY.
THE OFFICER RAISES HIS GAMMA BLASTER.
SIGHING, MARK RAISES HIS ARMS ABOVE HIS
HEAD.]
MARK IBLIS
“Alright, alright! No need to get violent, you’ve got me.”
[THE OFFICER STRIDES TOWARDS MARK.
DROPPING HIS HANDS TO HIS SIDES, MARK RUNS
UP ONTO THE WALKWAY UNDER A YELLOW
STORE AWNING.]
MARK IBLIS
“No, please! I’ll cooperate, I’ll do anything. Just please don’t hurt me.”
[THE OFFICER COMES AT MARK, SHOVING HIM
INTO THE WOODEN PANELLING OF A KOREAN TEA
SHOP.]
DUTY OFFICER
“GHOST lover! How do you like this, mate?”
[THE OFFICER SLAMS A FIST INTO MARK’S FACE.]
MARK IBLIS
“Please! Stop it please!”
[THE OFFICER GETS IN MARK’S FACE, GRIPPING
MARK WITH A HAND BY THE SHOULDER.
THE OFFICER HITS MARK REPEATEDLY IN
VARIOUS PLACES ON THE BODY.]
DUTY OFFICER
“Oh, poor baby. The GHOST lover can’t take a little bit of violence.
Just like your GHOST pals, eh? Bunch of wimps, the lot of them. Why
don‘t you go join your GHOST pals you love so much on their home
world, mate? Oh right, I forgot, they forgot where it was. How do you
lose a planet? That’s what I’d like to know. Only a Garconer, eh?
Stupid, the lot of them. ”
[A SINGLE TEAR DROPS FROM MARK’S FACE.]
DUTY OFFICER
“You’re crying? Not man enough to take a beating? What are you,
part GHOST?”
[THE OFFICER KNOCKS MARK TO THE GROUND,
ONTO HIS STOMACH.
THE OFFICER KICKS MARK IN THE SIDE,
PREVENTING HIM FROM GETTING UP.]
MARK IBLIS
“No, stop. Please stop this sir. It hurts so much.”
DUTY OFFICER
“Where are the GHOSTS hiding, species traitor?”
[THE OFFICER KICKS MARK TWICE MORE.
MARK ROLLS ONTO HIS BACK, GROANING IN
AGONY.]
DUTY OFFICER
“Tell me where they are, Garconer sympathizer.”
[THE OFFICER KICKS MARK IN THE RIGHT THIGH.]
DUTY OFFICER
“Tell me!”
[MARK BENDS OVER, SPLITTING BLOOD ONTO
THE WALKWAY.]
MARK IBLIS
“Go to Hell!”
DUTY OFFICER
“GHOST wannabe.”
[TAKING MARK BY SURPRISE, THE OFFICER KICKS
MARK REPEATEDLY.
A FLASH OF LIGHT ENVELOPS MARK.
WITH THE LIGHT, MARK WINKS OUT OF
EXISTENCE.]
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SC12. EXT. QUARRY - SMALL SCOTTISH ISLAND - DAY - 12510
[A BRISK WIND PASSES THROUGH THE QUARRY.
JACOB HARRIS BENDS TO RETRIEVE ONE OF
NUMEROUS BLACK SHARDS OF COAL LINING THE
GROUND.
THE OBJECT IS SHAPED DAGGER SHARP IN THE
FORM OF AN ORNAMENTAL STAR.
STOOD BY JACOB’S SIDE, LYN SHIVERS IN THE
COLD.
WRAPPED IN A WOOL JACKET AND GREY
GLOVES, LYN HOLDS A BOX HALF FULL OF
SIMILAR SHARDS OF COAL.
PLACING THE BLACK STAR INTO THE BOX, JACOB
WALKS A FEW PACES TOWARDS THE EAST.
JACOB GAZES OUT AT THE SKIES OVER THE
SHORELINE.
JACOB LEADS LYN, SHIVERING, TO A SAILBOAT
WEDGED BETWEEN TWO LARGE ROCKS.]
JACOB HARRIS
"We need to get you inside dear. Do you think you're coming down
with a cold?"
[JACOB TAKES THE BOX FROM LYN, PLACING IT
INSIDE THE BOAT.
LYN STEPS INTO THE SAILBOAT.
'THE CHRYSALIS' IS PAINTED ALONG THE SIDE.]
LYN HARRIS
"They say we're heading into an ice age Jacob. And you know my
grandmother's people, the Cerengia were never acclimated to cold
temperatures."
[TUGGING THE CHRYSALIS FROM BETWEEN THE
ROCKS, JACOB CLIMBS INTO THE BOAT.]
JACOB HARRIS
"There's a legend out of Edinburgh claiming the arrival of the Black
Star was a portent of the coming ice age. When the meteor hit this
island, inextricably forming coal due to its uranium content; the artists
on the mainland at the ‘Arts and Electronics Gallery’ realized the Black
Star was the answer to the Holo-painting creation engine. Mankind
finally figured out how to use nuclear forces to create a semblance of
life. This legend is in response to our scientific endeavours. It says
that as result of artists creating an illusion of life, balance must be
restored via a decrease in temperature. True life comes only through
spiritual manifestation of the divine and not through scientific
processes. We must move on from powering Holo-paintings via
nuclear forces towards finding our own creative abilities. The Black
Star is merely a stepping stone along a path to true manifestation via
our minds."
[THE WIND PICKS UP, PUSHING THE SAILBOAT
CLOSER TO THE MAINLAND.]
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