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UP LATE, LATE AT NIGHT!

Season 01, Episode 01

(Act 1)

By Thomas Typewriter & Ophidia Operahouse-Typewriter

(c) 2020

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ACT I

FADE IN

EXT. THE TRASHIPELIGO ISLANDS,  EVENING

LS OF A MODEL OF THE ISLAND. A RADIO TOWER OVER ON ONE END OF THE ISLAND BLINKS AND WE HEAR THE TRANSMISSION BEEPY-BEEPY-BEEP.

T-RASH THE TRASH GOD
“Broadcasting from the hidden heart of Mout Trashuvius of the Trashipeligo Islands, this is UP LATE, LATE AT NIGHT!”

CUT TO…

Title sequence plays

CUT TO…

INT. THE TRASH HOLE. NIGHT

A large cavern in the base of the Trashipeligo Island’s dormant volcano, Mount Trashuvius, the large abstract mask-like face of T-RASH THE TRASH GOD floats over a smoking pool of sludge and magma. Surrounding him are piles of trash.

PAN IN TO CS OF T-RASH

T-RASH THE TRASH GOD
“I am the T-Rash the God of Trash your host and guiding star. No more do you need to worry about the quest for new and better. New is an illusion and I am here to pierce the veil clouding your vision. Join us and rejoice for everything is trash. Broken, discarded, subject to the whims of entropy. Make trash from trash is what I say. Now let’s get the show underway. Acolytes to me!”

CUT TO LS OF TRASH HOLE.

D-VID and B_MAX enter. D-VID rushes in from stage-right holding a DVD case. B-MAX hurries in from stage-left carrying a VHS cassette tape.

CUT TO CS OF D-VID

D-VID
“Here my lord of lost.”

CUT TO CS OF B-MAX

B-MAX
“Here your clutterness”

CUT BACK TO LS OF TRASH HOLE

T-RASH THE TRASH GOD
“Good. Good. Now what offerings have you brought that our viewers may experience the full vision of my divine artistry. The trashier the better.”

D-VID
“Guess I’ll go first.”

CUT TO CS OF D-VID

D-VID
“Well, I found this copy of Lost and Found in a gull nest. The description on the back is too faded to read but the tagline is “One of these dogs must be Spade.””

T-RASH THE TRASH GOD
“Ohhh..that sounds like trash.”

D-VID
“And it has a picture of a man taking a bath with a dog.”

T-RASH THE TRASH GOD
“Perfect…I deem your offering worthy of being unworthy.”

CUT BACK TO LS

D-VID throws the DVD into the Trash God’s mouth. His lights glow brighter and in a different color.

T-RASH THE TRASH GOD
“And you, other one, what did you bring me in offering.”

CS OF B-MAX

B-MAX
“O’ mighty Trash God I scaled the heights of the Hill of Abandonned Sofas to pry from the deep reaches of its crevices this uterly unmint copy of Moving Violations.”

CUT TO CS OF TRASH GOD

THE TRASH GOD
“The Kay Lenz film! I’ve been looking for a copy of that forever.”

CUT TO CS OF B-MAX

B-MAX
“Uhhh, no. This is Moving Violations. Violations with an S. The 1985 film”

CUT TO MS OF T-RASH THE TRASH GOD AND B-MAX

T-RASH THE TRASH GOD
“I don’t know? Is it trash?”

B-MAX
“Well it says its from the creators of Police Academy.”

T-RASH THE TRASH GOD
“That’s all I need to know. Trash! Your offering pleases me.”

B-Max throws the cassette into the Trash God’s mouth.

PAN OUT TO LS OF THE TRASH HOLE

T-Rash the Trash God’s internal lights change color again and smoke starts to pour from his mouth filling the lair.

THE TRASH GOD
“Your offerings please me, so now let my divine smoke wash over you and guide you and our audience to a vision most horrible, most garbage.”
The smoke fills the room as B-Max and D-Vid start to cough.

B-MAX
“Smells like burning tires.”

THE TRASH GOD
“That’s how you know it is working. Now hush and pass out so we can get on with things.”

B-Max and D-Vid pass out.

PAN IN INTO THE SMOKE.

The white smoke fills the frame as a JANGLY SOUND OF BELLS AND OLD CAR HORNS flutters across.

TRANSITION FROM THE TRASH HOLE TO THE VISION

FADE TO WHITE