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THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 06, Episode 12

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2025 jason arcand

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FADE IN

THE VELVET CURTAIN

MS OF THE VELVET CURTAIN

A velvet stage curtain fills the frame. From below the frame THE VELVET TOUCH emerges. Remember that the Velvet Touch is a Helping Hand that wears long finger-less fishnet gloves. Each of their fingers, except the pinkies, are painted with a black or dark shade of fingernail polish. For this one episode, they are wearing bracelets made of various sized keys. The Velvet Touch waves at the camera and then reaches below the frame for a large cue card. They show the blank side to the camera and then rotate it. On the back, the cue card has the following text written in two columns:

an outsider… a color…
an artist… a letter…
a spirit… two paths…

The Velvet Touch rotates the cue card once more. The other side now displays the following text: “06-12”. The Velvet Touch moves off-screen. The text scrolls up exiting through the top of the frame. From the bottom of the frame scrolls up the following text: “meanwhile and elsewhere”

PAN IN ON THE DARK BEHIND THE VELVET CURTAIN

FADE OUT TO BLACK

GRIGIO COLORI
(offscreen) “From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “meanwhile…”. It moves upwards, pausing in the center of the frame.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

EXT. THE LONG HILLS, DAYTIME
The Long Hills are a connecting region appearing as a hilly combination of flowering prairie and rolling grassy plains. THE OUTER ONE and GRIGIO COLORI walk along one of the hills.

MS OF OUTER ONE AND GRIGIO AS THEY WALK ACROSS THE LONG HILLS

THE OUTER ONE
“Meanwhile? Doesn’t it say elsewhere.”

GRIGIO COLORI
“No. Meanwhile.”

THE OUTER ONE
“But when I read it earlier it said elsewhere.”

GRIGIO COLORI
“Don’t know what to tell you. It says meanwhile. Here look.”

THE OUTER ONE
“Okay, I believe you. It just seemed kind of out of character for the transitions Thomas was using before now.”

GRIGIO COLORI
“I agree.”

THE OUTER ONE
“Okay. Could Thomas be changing the script. I thought it was already published, but I swear that it said something different before.”

GRIGIO COLORI
“Maybe. That did seem to be a concern for Biff and Rockey in the first season scripts.”

THE OUTER ONE
“But how would we know?”

GRIGIO COLORI
“As a character from said story, I don’t think I am the best person to know if it changed.”

THE OUTER ONE
“Weird.”

There is a long pause.

THE OUTER ONE
“Oh well. Wa la wa. Doesn’t really change our goal does it.”

GRIGIO COLORI
“No it does not.”

THE OUTER ONE
“I still need to get my hand and arm fixed.”

The Outer One holds up his right arm and looks at how it is a translucent form filled with glitching text and symbols. The glitching flesh has now spread past his elbow and up to his bicep.

GRIGIO COLORI
“Yikes. That you do! What happens when if that reaches your head?”

THE OUTER ONE
“Don’t know and don’t want to find out.”

There is another pause.

GRIGIO COLORI
“So, should I keep reading?”

THE OUTER ONE
“Oh…yes, please do. We are almost to Swordpoint but we should have enough time to get a little more in.

GRIGIO COLORI
“From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the word Meanwhile. It pauses a moment in the center of the frame, then continues upward, exiting the frame at the top edge.”

TRANSITION FROM THE LONG HILLS TO THE HILLTOP

THE CAMERA PANS UP FROM THE OUTER ONE AND GRIGIO COLORI TO THE SKY ABOVE THEM. IT PANS ACROSS THE SKY AS THE CLOUDS GIVE WAY TO STARS.

THE CAMERA PANS DOWN FROM THE STARS, DOWN ACROSS A DIFFERENT SKY AND ONTO THE HILLTOP

EXT. THE DOWNHILL
The Downhill is the region just past the Hilltop. It is a gently sloping hillside covered in prairie and wildflowers with solitary trees scattered across. The flowers and grasses are only about shin height. A trail leads out from the Hilltop and down the slope to a large signpost. The trail then splits at the signpost forking to two trails. One trail goes out through the wildflowers and down across the Downhills to a city in the distance. It is far away and difficult to see fine details, but it appears to have many bright warm lights, tall buildings, and a sky overfilled with fluffy clouds in shades of white, sunrise yellow, mid-day blue, and sunset red. The other path also leads off to a city in the distance. This city is also far away and difficult to discern fine detail. What is visible is many tall buildings, tall smokestacks, flickering lights and a sky filled with grey smoke and haze.

LS OF THE DOWNHILL

THOMAS TYPEWRITER emerges from the Hilltop and works his way down the slope. He follows the trail to the point it splits. A signpost stands at the split. It has an arrow pointing down each branch of the trail. One arrow has the following text written on it: “THIStle”. The other has the following text written on it: “THATtle”.

VARIOUS SHOTS OF THOMAS WALKING DOWN THE TRAIL AND APPROACHING THE SIGN.

Thomas stops and looks at the signs.

MS OF THOMAS LOOKING AT THE SIGN

CUT TO CS OF EACH INDIVIDUAL SIGN AND THEN PANNING TO LOOK DOWN THE TRAIL.

CUT BACK

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“This might be easier if the Ghostly could of remembered the part explaining what each city was.”

OVER THE SHOULDER SHOT AS THOMAS ONCE AGAIN LOOKS DOWN EACH TRAIL.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“How do I decide. She said one city might be good and the other bad. I imagine most everyone goes to that city that looks bright. But this is a faerie-tale kind-of scenario. Maybe it only looks good and has evil hidden under the surface, like an allegory for how appearances can be deceiving. Or it could actually be good and be an allegory for like turning your spiritual lead into gold. Conversely the other city looks awful like it could be an allegory for toxic habits. Or it could be cursed to look evil and you have break the curse as an allegory for removing your destructive layers to find the spiritual self underneath. How do I decide. How do I decide? How do I decide? How…How, How, How, How…”

Thomas grips his heart and then his head. He starts to hyperventilate. Leaning over, he works to sit down in a cross legged position. He places his hands on his knees, palm up, and starts to breathe in and breathe out.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“In…1…2…3…4…Out…1…2…3…4…In…1…2…3…4…Out…1…2…3…4…In…1…2…3…4…Out…1…2…3…4…and you are safe. You and calm.”

Thomas shifts his hands up to rub his face and refocus.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Started to freak out there. I’ve got to calm down. I’ll just sit here till I figure this out.”

Thomas sits and looks down each path and also the surrounding fields. Then his attention focuses on the fields of wildflowers.

CUT TO MONTAGE OF WILDFLOWERS AND GRASS. SEE BIRDS AND INSECTS.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(voice-over) “It is actually pretty here. I wonder how many of these travelers notice that. They might be in such a hurry they overlook the area around the trail. Reminds me of the hay fields where I grew up.”

CUT BACK

Thomas looks at the two signs.

CUT TO MONTAGE OF SHOTS OF THE SIGN POST

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(voice-over) “Do we really have to follow the trails? Like there doesn’t seem to be anything to physically keep us limited to the path. Instead of choosing one or the other, why don’t I not choose. I think I’d rather walk among the flowers and songbirds than walk to either of those cities.”

He stands and dusts off his pants. He then looks at the signpost.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Thank you world for the two paths, but I think I am going to go with option three.”

Thomas walks past the signpost and into the wildflower fields.

CUT TO MONTAGE OF THOMAS WALKING THROUGH THE WILD FLOWER FIELDS.

As Thomas walks across the wildflower fields off the path, he starts to sink and stumble. The ground is uneven and he is unable to walk in a straight line. Also the ground is slowly sinking lower, but the top of the wildflowers remain at the same height. Thomas gets lower and lower in the wildflowers soon swallowed up to his ribs. He is sweating and breathing heavy.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I did not think this through did I? Is it too late to turn back?.

A glint of light splashes across Thomas’s face. Thomas turns his head as if noticing something. He steps forward and kneels down and parts the grass.

CUT TO MS OF THOMAS LEANING OVER

CUT TO CS OF THE GRASS

As the grass parts, there is something metallic partially buried in the dirt.

INSERT CS OF AN OLD KEY IN THE SOIL.

A sunbeam comes out and the exposed metallic parts glitter. Thomas picks up the key and starts to clean it off.

CUT BACK TO MS OF THOMAS

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“What is this?”

Thomas intently studies the key, turning it over and over as he stands. He starts to walk forward, distracted by the key. Failing to notice he is sinking, Thomas disappears from view down into the wildflowers. The flowers and grasses pushed aside by his presence slip back into their regular stances as is he was never there.

TRANSITION FROM THE DOWNHILL TO THE SWORD POINT

THE CAMERA PANS UP FROM THE WILDFLOWERS TO THE SKY ABOVE. IT PANS ACROSS THE SKY AS THE CLOUDS GIVE WAY TO STARS.

THE CAMERA PANS DOWN FROM THE STARS, DOWN ACROSS A DIFFERENT SKY AND ONTO SWORD POINT.

EXT. SWORD POINT, LATE AFTERNOON
A series of gentle hills overlook a central stone platform. There is a kind of white light on the platform, but it is too far away to accurately make out. Running out from the stone platform is a labyrinthine queue of people, snaking back and forth on itself. It spreads out across the vast field the stone platform sits in the center of and out to the slopes of the surrounding hills. The queue’s path is marked by pylons and chains. Scattered amongst the queue are nine stations with an entry gate, an awning, and a bouncer attendant .

LS OF THE SWORD POINT AND QUEUE

From the hill in the lower edge of the frame, THE OUTER ONE and GRIGIO COLORI enter.

THE OUTER ONE
“Here we are.”

GRIGIO COLORI
“Swordpoint?”

THE OUTER ONE
“Swordpoint.”

GRIGIO COLORI
“Wow. That is a lot people.”

THE OUTER ONE
“Yup.”

MS OF THE OUTER ONE AND GRIGIO

GRIGIO COLORI
“So how does this work?”

THE OUTER ONE
“We go to the end of the line. Wait our turn. Then we ask our question.”

GRIGIO COLORI
“That easy?”

THE OUTER ONE
“That easy.”

GRIGIO COLORI
“But the line is massive. How long will be waiting.”

THE OUTER ONE
“Centuries. Unless you pay for quicker access.”

GRIGIO COLORI
“Lets do that. So what do we have to do?”

THE OUTER ONE
“Well, we go to one of the Gatekeepers and pay. The amount of value the payment generates will determine how further up the line we get.”

GRIGIO COLORI
“Ohhh. (pause) And you have the waiting fee?”

THE OUTER ONE
“A little. I’m down to three copies.”

The Outer One turns and starts walking towards Swordpoint. Grigio follows behind.

FADE OUT