———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 01, Episode 12

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2020

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN TO BLACK

Across a dark field the following text scrolls up: 01-12. It scrolls up from the center of the bottom of the frame, ascending vertically until finally exiting the center of the top of the frame.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT. UNROOM NOT.SEVEN

A vast room of unseen edges, we focus on the wooden disc sitting in the center of the room. Rows of carpet squares spread out as if chairs around a stage. Spindly lamps illuminate of at the ends of the carpet rows.

OPEN FROM THE POV OF THE OUTER ONE SITTING ON A CARPET SQUARE. HE IS LOOKING AT THE WOODEN DISC.

THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE sits on the wooden disc, illuminated by unseen lamps, facing THE OUTER ONE. The sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING ring out heralding a new show. They play softer and lighter in tone than previously.

TRANSITION FROM THE UNROOM TO THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE

THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE

PAN IN TOWARDS THE MID-STAGE AREA OF THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE.

As the camera nears the Mid-stage, its curtains open. The Mid-Stage stands empty and undecorated. The stage-lights are at a dim level. The Curtain of Clouds can be seen against the back of the stage.

TRANSITION FROM TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE TO MID-STAGE
MID-STAGE: EMPTY

PAN INTO AND THROUGH MID-STAGE

The Curtain of Clouds parts revealing an area behind the Mid-stage. I will refer to this area as THE BACK-STAGE.

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO BACK-STAGE

THE BACK-STAGE: THE CONCURRENT DISTANCES

CONTINUE TO PAN IN UNTIL THE DARKNESS OF THE BACK-STAGE FILLS THE FRAME.

The back-stage is an empty black field. No sets. No illumination. A void. A PINK LIGHT slowly grows brighter near the stage-left. At the same time, a BLUE LIGHT slowly brightens on the stage-right side, parallel with the pink. They start to dim and brighten in waves. Their two cycles are in opposition. When one brightens, the other dims and vice-versa.

The pink light stops brightening and dimming. It flashes once. The blue light stops when the pink flashes. It pauses then flashes once in response. The pink light flashes twice. Blue repeats back. The two move a little closer. The blue light flashes three times. Pink repeats. Blue then flashes four times. Pink repeats. Each joyously flickers. They move a little closer.

Pink flashes four times. Blue repeats but changes the fourth flash to a long note.
Pink blinks in surprise. Pink returns the pattern of four flashes except the second and fourth flash are long notes.Blue communicates back with what seems to be a random mix of long and short flashes. Pink responds with a structured mix of short and long. They move closer.

Pink and Blue begin to spin around a central point. Faster and faster. The center of the stage becomes a circle of flashing pink and blue light. As they spin the background of the Back-stage changes. Sections of the black void transition to white creating a background of black and white patterns. The pattern starts to rotate. It spins counter-wise to the Pink & Blue Light’s spinning. (If I may interject, I would recommend that the background transitions to a Benham’s Disk pattern.)

The Curtain of Clouds closes as the pattern’s rotation and the Pink/Blue Light’s rotation speed to a blur.

ZOOM OUT

TRANSITION FROM BACK-STAGE TO MID-STAGE

PAN OUT TILL THE MID-STAGE CURTAINS FILL THE FRAME

TRANSITION FROM THE MID-STAGE TO THE UNROOM

INT. UNROOM NOT.SEVEN

CONTINUE PANNING OUT TILL RETURNING TO THE OUTER ONE’S POV FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE

The Mid-stage curtains close. The unseen lamps illuminating the Typewriter Abstract Puppet Stage fade out to nothing.

FADE OUT

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 01, Episode 11

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2020

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN TO BLACK

Across a dark field the following text scrolls up: 01-11. It scrolls up from the center of the bottom of the frame, ascending vertically until finally exiting the center of the top of the frame.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT. UNROOM NOT.SEVEN

In the Unroom Not.Seven in the Undocumented Space, a room whose corners, shape, and scale hide from the observant eye, the OUTER ONE sits and looks at the floor.

FADE IN TO A POV SHOT OF THE OUTER ONE LOOKING AT THE GROUND.

Momentarily transfixed, the Outer One looks at the details of the grayish carpet squares arranged around the wooden disc in the assumed center of the unroom. Small details stick out, visible in the light cast by spindly metallic lamps off at the end of the rows. Each carpet square is a different shade of gray, and all are different than the gray floor. Maybe concrete, maybe paper, the floor lacks a uniformity.
The sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING falls in from off camera.

POV OF OUTER ONE MOVES FROM LOOKING AT THE FLOOR TO LOOKING AT THE WOODEN DISC.

On the Wooden Disc sits the TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE. Unseen lamps above it slowly brighten. Another show is about to begin.

TRANSITION FROM THE UNROOM TO MID-STAGE

PAN IN TOWARDS THE MID-STAGE AREA OF THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE UNTIL IT PROPERLY FILLS THE FRAME.

MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED

The Mid-stage curtains part and the stage-lights turn on with the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING ON revealing…

MID-STAGE: INT. SCREEN 10 OF THE RETRO, EVENING

One to three rows of movie theatre seats line the stage facing the audience. THOMAS TYPEWRITER and OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE are sitting in the center, sharing a soda and popcorn. Every time their hands touch, they softly giggle.

Behind the seats a bright light, representing the film projector flicks on. The faint CLICKA CLICKA CLICKA of the film strip moving through the projector is audible as the stage lights dim transitioning to the MUFFLED SOUNDTRACK OF THE MOVIE. Thomas reaches over taking hold of Ophidia’s hand. She smiles and snuggles into him. He snuggles back.

The SPACE EGG flies in from stage-right. It hovers behind Thomas and Ophidia before flying up out of sight. It does quickly pass in front of the projector causing a shadow on the screen. Thomas turns his head, but seeing nothing, he returns to the film.

TRANSITION FROM THE MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

THE CAMERA PANS STRAIGHT UPWARD. IT MOVES ALONG THE MID-STAGE SETS, OVER THEIR TOPS, TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS LINING THE BACK OF THE STAGE. IT CONTINUES UPWARD ALONG THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS TO THE TOP AND THE HIGH-STAGE LOCATED THERE. THE CAMERA STOPS PANNING WHEN FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE.

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED

The SPACE EGG has beaten us to the High-stage. It hovers in front of the closed curtains. They part and the stage-lights click on with the sound of A COMPUTER TURNING ON revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: INT. BIFF’S BEDROOM, DAYTIME

A bed sits center-stage dividing the stage in two. On the stage-left side of the bed a window sits under a small slant of roof. Posters of various characters from the Cosmic League comic book series and Babysitter Tails television show are hanging on the wall between the bed and window. On the other side, stage-right side, of the bed sits a night stand topped by a small lamp. Past the nightstand is the bedroom door and the small second floor landing.

BIFF and ROCKEY THE PET ROCK are drawing and coloring on the floor in front of the bed. They are so focused on the story of The Softboiled Detective and the Big Bag Bug, they fail to notice THE SPACE EGG floating in front of them.

The Space Egg moves towards Biff and Rockey, crossing the threshold of the stage. Biff’s ears twitch. The crossing of the threshold of the High-stage allows the hum of the Space Egg’s non-linear engines to exist in the same space as him. Biff lifts his head.

BIFF
“WHAT IS THAT!”

Rockey looks up and jumps back in shock. The Space Egg lands next to Biff and Rockey. They scoot away.

SPACE EGG
“No need to be afraid boys. We’re all family here.”

The seal on the Space Egg cycles and the hatch opens, revealing the INNER-SPACE MAN. He stands and stretches. Biff and Rockey hide under the bed failing to notice how much older he looks then when they pretended him the day before. Long grey hair and grey beard gone wild like an untended garden.

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Ahh terra firma prima donne, feels so good to be back on your conceptual shores. Sands in the Hourglass and all that, right Eggey.”

THE SPACE EGG
“Sure.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Hope we didn’t startle you two too…(looks around for Biff and Rockey) Where did they go?”

THE SPACE EGG
“They’re hiding under the bed.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Guess we did startle them. Sorry about that. While you adjust to the newly expanded view of reality our once twice thrice manifestation has brought you, can I make use of your facilities.”

BIFF
“What?”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Facilities. Lavatory. Bathroom boyo cause every good boy deserves fudge. Can I use your bathroom?”

BIFF
“Uh, sure. (pointing from under the bed) It is down the hall.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Thanks. Be right back.”

He hops out of the Space Egg and exits stage-right.

TRANSITION FROM BIFF’S BEDROOM TO HALLWAY

HIGH-STAGE: INT. THE UPSTAIRS HALLWAY, DAYTIME

CUT TO MS OF THE DOORWAY TO BIFF’S BEDROOM FROM THE CAMERA IN THE HALLWAY.

A long hallway decorated in calm blues and deep wood tones spreads out across the frame. A small desk sits to the stage-right of the door. Photos sit in photo frames of Biff and his family. (Biff is the middle child of three children. He has an older sister and a younger brother. They used to be closer but each has found a new set of friends and spend much time away from the house. Both of Biff’s parents are still alive and still married to each other.) If we continue to the stage-right, there is a curve in the hallway. This L-curve shape leads to the stairs and the upstairs bathroom. If we were to walk stage-left off-screen we would encounter the doors to his brother’s bedroom and parent’s bedroom.

The doorway to Biff’s bedroom stands directly across from the camera. The door is open and we can see The Space Egg standing in the bedroom, blocking the view of the rest of the room. It’s hatch is open and the Inner-Space Man is crawling out of the pilot’s chair. He walks towards the door and exits the bedroom, stepping into the hallway. He turns and walks stage-right.

The Inner-Space man pauses at the desk with photos. He picks up a photo and looks at it. He sets it down and looks at a portrait of the family on the wall. He raises a finger and gently touches the photo.

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
(voice-over) “I almost remember these. Almost but not. Is that who I am? An echo.”

The Inner-Space Man turns and exits stage-right.

ZOOM IN ON THE PHOTO.

We can hear from off-stage the sound of the BATHROOM DOOR CLOSING.

TRANSITION FROM UPSTAIRS HALLWAY TO BIFF’S BEDROOM

HIGH-STAGE: INT. BIFF’S BEDROOM, DAYTIME

CUT TO CS OF BIFF AND ROCKEY UNDER THE BED

Biff and Rockey sit under the bed, hiding from the unexpected visitors in their room. The huddle face to face, voices frantic whispers.

ROCKEY
“How can they be here. Didn’t we pretend to be them yesterday when we were stuck inside from the rain. And did he have a beard?”

BIFF
“I don’t remember. Maybe, he did. I don’t know, I forget a lot of the details for whatever we pretend when we pretend something else. As for how they are here, maybe we broke something when we went off-script.(directed at the Space Egg) Pardon me.”

INTERCUT BETWEEN SHOTS OF BIFF AND THE SPACE EGG AS THEY TALK.

THE SPACE EGG
“Me?”

BIFF
“Yes. Are you real?”

THE SPACE EGG
“Who is to say.”

BIFF
(to self)”Well that was helpful.” (to the Space Egg) “Let me ask it another way. Are you here because our choosing a new path opened some kind of tear in the narrative allowing you to slip in?”

THE SPACE EGG
“No. We’re here for you.”

BIFF
“Oh. Thank you.” (whisper to Rockey) “Now what?”

ROCKEY
“I don’t know. I imagine they’ll either offer us a ride or not offer us a ride.”

BIFF
“Obviously, but how are they here with us. They are just some characters we made up, yet here they are in our room like in some kind of meta-contextual story.” (pauses as a realization sinks in) “Oh no…He started writing again. We’re back in the script.”

ROCKEY
“Well there goes our plans for today. Shame though cause I really wanted to finish drawing tha Big Bag Bug story.”

BIFF
“Me too. Me too buddy. Who knows, maybe we’ll luck out and he’ll have another bout of writer’s block. Then we can do whatever we want.”

ROCKEY
“We can only hope.”

The Inner Space Man returns from stage-right. He has a jaunty tune on his lips and a spring in his step.

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Well boys, time we alighted for further and higher realms.”

The Inner-Space man prepares to jump back into the Space Egg, but pauses.

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Before four square I leave, there is an itsy-bitsy problem we could use your help with.” (leans down to look at Biff and Rockey under the bed) “Well gentlemen, care to leave the confines of this reality?”

BIFF
(to Rockey in a whisper) “They’re trans-dimensional nature might be our best chance to get out of this script. (to the Inner-Space Man) Sure.”

ROCKEY
“As long as we can bring our drawings and crayons.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. You never know when a good drawing will save your life.”

Biff and Rockey get out from under the bed. They gather up all the crayons and drawings from the room, placing them into Biff’s backpack, which was under the nightstand. Out of sight till now.

ROCKEY
“We should put in the story that the Soft-boiled Detective and the Big Bag Bug are visited by two robots.”

BIFF
“Okay, but what do we call them?”

ROCKEY
“The Deuce Machines.”

BIFF
“Liking it.”

The Inner Space Man lifts Rockey inside the Space Egg. Then he helps Biff, before climbing in himself. The Space Egg closes. It starts to hover before flying across the threshold of the front of the High-stage and out of the frame. The stage-lights turn off with the sound of A COMPUTER SHUTTING DOWN and the curtains close.

TRANSITION FROM HIGH-STAGE TO MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA PANS DOWNWARD MOVING FROM THE HIGH-STAGE TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. IT CONTINUES MOVING DOWNWARD ALONG THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS.

The Space Egg quickly enters then exits our view as the camera races past it’s descent.

THE CAMERA CONTINUES PANNING DOWN THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS REACHING THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS. IT SLIDES OVER THE SET TOPS DESCENDING UNTIL FRAMING MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: INT. THE RETRO SCREEN 10, EVENING

THOMAS TYPEWRITER AND OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE are still in their seats, holding hands, and watching Tron. From the top of the screen the SPACE EGG floats down. It slowly turns left, then right surveying the scene. It exits stage right, remaining behind Thomas and Ophidia.

Hold the scene on Thomas and Ophidia watching the movie for a moment or two before the curtains close. Once the curtains have closed. The SOUNDTRACK fades away as the curtains close leaving us in silence as our time with this episode comes to an end.

FADE OUT

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 01, Episode 10

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2020

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN TO BLACK

Across a dark field the following text scrolls up: 01-10. It scrolls up from the center of the bottom of the frame, ascending vertically until finally exiting the center of the top of the frame.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT. UNROOM NOT.SEVEN

MS OF THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE ON THE WOODEN DISC FROM THE POV OF THE OUTER ONE

THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE sits in the dark on a wooden disc in the center of the unroom. Squares of carpet in various shades of grey fan out from the wooden disc. They fan out like seats arranged around a stage. The OUTER ONE is sitting on one of the squares as we join the scene. The CLICK CLACK OF TYPEWRITER KEYS TYPING precede unseen lamps over the Typewriter Abstract Puppet Stage turning on. The show begins.

TRANSITION FROM THE UNROOM TO THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE.

PAN AND ZOOM IN TOWARDS MID-STAGE TILL MID-STAGE FILLS THE FRAME.

MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED

The curtains part and the stage lights turn on with the sound of a LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING ON revealing…

MID-STAGE: INT. THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT STUDIO, DAYTIME

The stage stands empty except for the writing desk, lamp, and waste basket in the center. On the desk sits Thomas Typewriter’s phone. The phone vibrates a few times then sits still. The stage returns to quiet. From stage-right enters THOMAS TYPEWRITER. Yawning as he shuffles across to the desk, he notices his phone. He picks it up and starts to read the messages as he meanders off stage left. He returns chewing on a bagel and carrying a glass of water. He sets the glass and bagel off to the side of the typewriter before sitting down. He takes a drink of water. Rubbing his eyes, he finally feels as if he is waking up. Reaching into a drawer in his desk, he pulls out a pair of headphones and a CD player. He slips on the headphones and starts the music. Thomas starts to bop his head as he loads paper into the typewriter. Swiveling his seat left, right, left, right he stares nowhere in particular, thinking and pondering…

.

..

…

…waiting…

…where is the…

…always waiting…

…I have flesh, I have ideas…

…all distinctions end…

…

..

.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration while he types) “Biff reaches for a new crayon from the nearby oversized box of crayons. Rockey looks on studing the crystalline palace. Narration: “Biff was taken aback when his crayons turned black.” Rockey: “Why’d you stop?” Biff: (looking at crayon) “My crayon has turned black. It was orange when I took it out, but now it is black.” Rockey: “Maybe you grabbed the wrong crayon.”

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

THE CAMERA PANS UPWARD FROM THE MID-STAGE, UP OVER THE TOP OF THE SETS, TO THE CLOUD OF CURTAINS VISIBLE BEHIND. IT CONTINUES PANNING UPWARD ALONG THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS TO THE HIGH-STAGE. IT STOPS WHEN PROPERLY FRAMING HIGH-STAGE.

HIGH-STAGE: CLOSED CURTAINS

The curtains open and stage lights turn on with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING ON revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: EXT. OUTER SPACE. EVENING

The dark void of space, sprinkled with the twinkle of stars, spreads out across the stage. The stage-right side of the stage has a slightly softer glow. The shadow or glimmer of a shape of the bird-like CORVUS PROMETHIAN flits across the stage, stage-left to stage-right. A moment later a model of THE CARRO, smaller than any previous model, enters stage-left. It flies across the stage exiting stage-right. Shortly after the Carro flies off-screen, seven of the star lights in the distance double blink, disconnect from their orbit, and follow the shadow stage-right. The High-stage curtains close and then reopen revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: INT. THE CARRO’S OBSERVATION DECK. EVENING

Carro’s terminal sits in the center of the stage, same as in the previous episodes. His display screen has a pair of eyes rendered in an 8-bit style. He is looking out the stage-length observation window behind him. From stage-right enter LUCIDO OBSIDIAN and CEDAR WAXWINGS. They walk over to Carro’s terminal.

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Everything okay?”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Yeah, what’s the emergency?”

CARRO
“I saw something out in the spark cloud.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Another ship?”

CARRO
“No. I’ve already checked with the Orchestra Pit and we are the only ones out here.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Is it flux from the Ir-Ra. That could be affecting your instruments.”

CARRO
“No. The Ir-Ra is stable. And before you ask I’ve already run two complete self-diagnostics.”

Lucido looks at Cedar. He shrugs. Cedar shrugs in return, then gestures to the windows. They walk over to a window and look out.

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Carro, is it still out there.”

CARRO
“Yes. Near the far edge. Dark shape.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“I see it.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“What is that? Are we in danger?”

CARRO
“I don’t know. Wait, something else is moving towards it. Multiple things.”

CUT TO CS OF LUCIDO AND CEDAR LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW. IN THE GLASS’ REFLECTION WE CAN SEE THEIR CONCERN.

The sound of a COMPUTER BOOTING OFF fills the air.

FREEZE FRAME

The High-stage curtains close on the frozen image of Lucido and Cedar.

TRANSITION FROM HIGH-STAGE TO MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA PANS DOWNWARD ALONG THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. IT CONTINUES DOWN AND DOWN, SLIDING OVER THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS TO SETTLE FRAMING MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: INT. THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT STUDIO, DAYTIME

Thomas sits at his desk typing.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration while he types)”They sit in silence for a moment or three. Biff: “I’m bored.” Rockey: “Me too. I wish we could keep drawing.” Biff: “Me too.” They both sigh.”

Thomas removes the current page from the typewriter. He sets it down on a stack of completed pages off to the side. As he grabs a new page, from above, THUNDER BOOMS and lightning flashes. He is surprised and drops the new page. Thomas quickly scans overhead looking for the source of the disturbance. Unable to see find anything specific, he returns to writing. He leans over to retrieve the dropped paper. He reloads the typewriter and almost starts to type but pulls back. He rubs his face, thinking. Thomas realizes something, then starts to type again.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration while he types)”Biff: “Wait. Why don’t we.” Rockey:”What do you mean.” Biff: “Why don’t we choose what we do next. Let’s just do something.” Rockey: “Yeah, it’s not like the crayons are broken.”

Thomas reaches the end of the page, places the finished page on the stack with others and grabs a new page. He is about to load it in the typewriter when he hesitates. He sets the blank page back down.

He pulls his headphones off setting them off to the side. He pulls out his phone and dials a number.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Hi. Ophidia? Hi, it’s Thomas. Good. You. Oh great. I know you were worried about getting done in time for the shorts festival. I’m doing good. Yeah the writer’s block is gone today. Thank you for last night, it really helped. The reason I called is I was wondering if you would like to see Tron tonight. I remember you had mentioned you had never seen it, and I have those free passes from when the toilet exploded on me. (short pause as he listens) You’ll go. Great! I’ll meet you at the Retro. 5:30. Perfect. Okay see you then. Love ya. Bye.”

Thomas puts his headphones back on. Restarting the music, he reaches for a new sheet of paper. He loads it into the typewriter. Thomas resumes typing. THE CLICK CLACK OF TYPEWRITER KEYS fills the air. The Mid-stage curtains close.

FADE OUT

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 01, Episode 09

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2020

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN TO BLACK

Across a dark field the following text scrolls up: 01-08. It scrolls up from the center of the bottom of the frame, ascending vertically until finally exiting the center of the top of the frame.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT. UNROOM NOT.SEVEN

POV OF THE OUTER ONE

A wooden disc sits in the center of the unroom. Grey squares of carpet fan out from the wooden disc, much likes seats encircling a stage. The OUTER ONE is sitting on one of the squares looking at THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE sitting on the wooden disc. Spindly lamps at the ends of the rows of carpet squares cast a dim light in the unroom, while lamps unseen illuminate the Typewriter Abstract Puppet Stage. The CLICK CLACK OF TYPEWRITER KEYS TYPING signals the next show is about to begin.

TRANSITION FROM THE UNROOM TO THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE.

PAN AND ZOOM IN TOWARDS MID-STAGE TILL MID-STAGE FILLS THE FRAME.

MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED

The curtains part and the stage lights turn on, with the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING ON, revealing…

MID-STAGE: INT. THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT’S LIVING ROOM. NIGHT

Four bookcases, filled with books, comic books, graphic novels, DVDs, VHS tapes, artwork, knick-knacks, and CD’s stand around the stage. Assorted houseplants sit in large pots. OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE stands off to one side looking through the objects on one of the book cases.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(off-stage) “Sorry about this. Let me wash up and change. It’ll only take me a moment.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
(giggling) “No, that’s fine. At least you got some free passes.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(off-stage) “The manager said he’s never seen anything like it.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“I don’t think anyone’s seen anything like that.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(off-stage) “Feel free to look through or read anything while you wait.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Sure thing. Thanks. You have a lot neat stuff”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(off-stage) “Oh, thank you.”

Ophidia pulls out a graphic novel and starts to read.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Did you buy all these?”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(off-screen) “I wish. Most of it is stuff my sister didn’t want when she moved. (pause) You good? You need anything before I turn on the shower.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“I’m fine.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(off-stage) “Okay.”

We hear the sound of RUNNING WATER. Ophidia reads her graphic novel, but she keeps stealing glances to off stage-right.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
(to self) “Come on girl, just do it.”

Ophidia starts to walk stage-right but stops.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“But what if he gets mad.”

Ophidia returns back to reading the graphic novel. She steals a few more glances off stage.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“I should just do it. He likes talking to me. I like talking to him. It’s no big deal. Right? Right.”

Ophidia exits stage right. Just before leaving the stage, she stops and pivots. Catching her resolve, she turns and finally walks off-stage, exiting stage-right. From off-stage we hear a KNOCK KNOCK on a door.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(off-stage) “Hello?”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
(off-stage) “Can I come in?”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(off-stage) “Sure. (Hear the sound of A DOOR OPENING THEN CLOSING.) So what did you think of the movie?”

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

THE CAMERA PANS UPWARD. IT MOVES ALONG THE MID-STAGE SETS, OVER THEIR TOPS TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS VISIBLE BEHIND THEM. IT CONTINUES PANNING UPWARD ALONG THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS TO THE TOP AND THE HIGH-STAGE. THE CAMERA STOPS WHEN PROPERLY FRAMING HIGH-STAGE.

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED

The High-Stage curtains part and stage lights turn on, with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING ON, revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: INT. NUTRI-CORP’S EXECUTIVE OFFICE. DAYTIME

An executive office with a large window, made of four smaller hexagonal windows in a row, across the back of the stage. A vid-screen, made to look like a wall sized vintage television, sits to the stage-left side of the window. A large heavy wooden desk, carved with throne like reliefs, sits on the stage right side of the window. ORSA ARTIO sits at one end of her desk facing the Vid-screen across the room. MANGIANA ARTIO and BEVA ARTIO stand to either side of her. Mangiana is holding a bowl of fruit. Bera holds a pitcher of beer.

MANGIANA ARTIO
“The agency has sent over the new commercial.”

ORSA ARTIO
“Well, let us see how they did.”

Beva leans in and whispers into her pitcher of beer.

BEVA ARTIO
(whisper) “Play Commercial number eighty-one.”

Beva, Mangiana, and Orso all turn to look at the Vid-screen expecting it to start playing the commercial. It does not. A glow forms in the beer and soon the commercial starts playing inside the beer pitcher. The three of them all turn and stare at the pitcher. Beva winces in embarresment and leans in to the pitcher.

BEVA ARTIO
(stern whisper) “You know what I meant. Play it right, your embarressing me.”

The glow in the pitcher fades out. The vid-screen lights up. It starts playing Nutri-Cubs commercial #81.

THE CAMERA PANS INWARD ENTERING THE FRAME OF THE HIGH-STAGE AND PIVOTING TO ZOOM INTO THE VID-SCREEN.

The static of the screen fills the frame, then it switches to black with the following in white letters in the center of the screen:

NUTRI-CUBS COMMERCIAL #81
PERSUASIVE WORD AD AGENCY

FADE OUT

TRANSITION FROM HIGH-STAGE TO NUTRI-CUBS COMMERCIAL #81.

NUTRI-CUBS COMMERCIAL #81.

FADE IN

INT. KITCHEN COUNTER. DAYTIME

A box of Nutri-cubs sits on a counter next to a bowl.

CS OF NUTRI-CUBS BOX AND THE BOWL

In the bowl, asymmetrically arraigned, are the various colors of the large gummy bear like Nutri-cubs: red, yellow, blue, green, and orange.

NARRATION
“Nutri-cubs. Now the vitamin-most food-vitamins. An officially official food of the Sparkfleet.”

CUT TO…

EXT. OUTER SPACE.

Across a field of stars, a spaceship of rotating habitat rings and needle-like spindles flys up and over the camera. It fades into the distance.

CUT TO…

EXT. SPACESHIP.

MS OF A DOOR ON THE SIDE OF THE SPACESHIP.

The door opens, pressure HISSING as the BIGFOOT ASTRONAUT drifts out. He clamps his lifeline onto the hook outside of the door. Using the handholds, he works his way along the side of the spaceship.

CAMERA FOLLOWS THE BIGFOOT ASTRONAUT

He reaches for the eighteenth handhold when it snaps loose. The Bigfoot Astronaut looses his holding and flies away. His lifeline stretches taunt.

INSERT A CS OF HIS LIFELINE PULLING TAUNT THEN SNAPPING.

The Bigfoot Astronaut tumbles out into space. He struggles but comes to realizes that he is almost certainly his death. In surrender to the situation, he pulls out a box of Nutri-cubs.

NARRATOR
(narration) “Don’t be the one who let a bad situation turn worse without having the proper nutrients. Nutri-cubs.”

TRANSITION FROM NUTRI-CUBS COMMERCIAL #18 TO THE HIGH-STAGE

HIGH-STAGE: INT. NUTRI-CORP’S EXECUTIVE OFFICE, DAYTIME

PAN OUT FROM THE VID-SCREEN TO A PROPER FRAMING OF HIGH-STAGE

ORSA props her fuzzy-bear slippered feet up on the desk and looks at Mangiana.

ORSA ARTIO
“That was horrible.”

BEVA ARTIO
“And they still haven’t found the astronaut.”

ORSA ARTIO
“Wait, that was real?”

Beva and Mangiana nod yes.

ORSA ARTIO
“Find us a new ad agency. And get me Musica on the phone.”

The curtain closes then reopens revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: INT. THE CARRO COMMISSARY, AFTERNOON

A row of Nutri-cub vending machines line the back of the Commissary, while two tables sit to the side. LUCIDO OBSIDIAN is sitting at one of the tables eating his meal of Nutri-cubs. He currently strums his guitar instead of eating. CEDAR WAXWINGS enters from stage-left. Lucido sees him and waves. Cedar waves back before grabbing a tray from the tray holder to the side of the the vending machines. He walks over to the second machine and presses the dispense button. Five Nutri-cubs come out: Red, Yellow, Blue, Green and Black. He looks at the black Nutri-Cub.

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Do Nutri-cubs ever go bad?”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“No. Why?”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Cause I just got a black one.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Gross. I wouldn’t eat that if I were you.”

Cedar picks it up and throws it away. He then walks over and sits down next to Lucido.

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Hey, you’ve still got your guitar.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Yeah. Maybe I’m being silly, but I don’t want to let it go. I spent so much time without it, I don’t want to loose it again.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Me too, but with the drums. When we were playing it was like…I had been seeing the world out of focus for so long I started to believe that was how it was suppose to be. Then when I saw the drums, when we played, I found my glasses.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Exactly. That’s what I’m feeling right now.”

Cedar eats a Nutri-cub.

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Why are we here Lucido? Not existentially, but more in a how did we forget music.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Maybe what we thought it was supposed to be was something it wasn’t.”

Cedar nods in understanding.

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“I thought music would be what I did everyday and people would pay me for doing it.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Yeah me too. That sure didn’t happen.” (gestures to the room around them)

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Nope.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Maybe music is something else, or at least maybe we should approach it as if it is something else.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“What do you mean?”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Like if we make music to be paid, as we used to believe, then we’re not really making art are we. Maybe we’re actually only making the trade, the exchange.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Yeah, I can see what your saying. Yesterday we played just to play. It was fun but, and correct me if you felt different, it was also deep. Something inside me shifted.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Me too.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“So maybe you’re onto something. Maybe music will not be our jobs. We’ll take the exchange, the commodifing, out of it.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Right, like we’ll work other jobs…”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Like this one.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Exactly, we’ll still work other jobs but we’ll play. We’ll choose to view the the role of music in our lives not to make us rich on the outside but rich on the inside. To make us feel something. To make the listener feel something. To take what’s deep inside and allow it to step outside.”

Lucido Obsidian nods in agreement. A red light glows by the door.

CARRO
(over speakers) “Lucido, Cedar, could you two come up to the observation deck. We might have a situation.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“We’ll be right there.”

They get up and throw away their trash, placing the trays in a slot behind the vending machines.

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“You think Carro would want to join our band?”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“I don’t know. Maybe.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I hope so.”

They exit through the doors. The stage-lights turn off with the sound of a COMPUTER TURNING OFF. The High-stage curtains close.

TRANSITION FROM THE HIGH-STAGE TO THE MID-STAGE.

THE CAMERA PANS DOWNWARD FROM THE HIGH-STAGE. IT TRAVELS DOWN OVER THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS, OVER THE TOPS OF MID-STAGE SETS, FINALLY SETTLING WHEN FRAMING MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: INT. THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT’S KITCHEN. NIGHT

A stove, sink, countertops, and cabinets rung along the back of the stage. A refrigerator sits to the stage-right of the countertop. A small round table sits to the stage-left. THOMAS TYPEWRITER is at the counter pouring some hot water from a tea kettle into two glasses. OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE is sitting at the table watching him.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Would you like any honey in your tea.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Yes please.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Lemon?”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“No. No, thank you I mean. Do you have any limes.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“No, sorry.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“It’s okay.”

Thomas adds the honey then walks over to the table. He sets down the glasses of tea. One next to Ophidia and the other opposite her. He sits down and reaches out his hand to hold hers. She smiles back. She blows on her tea, and takes a sip. Thomas does the same. They sit at that small table enjoying each other, enjoying the moment, as the Mid-stage curtains close.

FADE OUT