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The Great Works Project: Season Six, Episode Two by Thomas Typewriter

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THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT
a puppet play in many parts

Season 06, Episode 02

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2024 thomas typewriter

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FADE INTO BLACK

GRIGIO COLORI
(voice-over) “Where did we leave off? Oh yes, here was where we left off. Ready? Here we go. Fade into black and then from the bottom of the screen scrolls upward the following text of zero six dash zero two.”

From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “06-02”. It moves upwards, pausing a moment in the center of the frame, then continues upward, exiting the frame at the top edge. The sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING rings out from somewhere in the dark.

GRIGIO COLORI
(voice-over) “Fade out then fade in to the Typewriter Abstract Puppet Stage. Specifically the Mid-stage area of the Typewriter Abstract Puppet Stage.”

TRANSITION TO THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE

FADE OUT

FADE IN

THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE
The Typewriter Abstract Puppet Stage sits in a dark field as if floating in a void. No other room or setting is visible surrounding it.

THE CAMERA MOVES CLOSER THROUGH A SERIES OF CUTS WITH A CRYSTALLINE FILTER.

TRANSITION FROM THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE TO THE MID-STAGE

MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED

THE CAMERA PAUSES THE CRYSTALLINE ZOOM CUTS PROPERLY FRAMING MID-STAGE.

The curtains of Mid-stage fill the frame. A soft light bounces from somewhere beyond and below the front of the Mid-stage across the curtains. The curtains part from the center and stage lights turn on to the sound of A LIGHTSWITCH CLICKING ON revealing…

MID-STAGE: EXT. HIGHWAY ROUTE 17, DAYTIME
A section of the Route 17 highway stretches across the stage. This section, in particular, passes through farmland surrounding Thomas Teenager’s hometown of Bordertowne, Illinois. A route marker sign and telephone pole form the main set of stage decorations. The route marker sits to the stage-right of the center. The telephone pole sits stage-left of center. In the background, we can see acres and acres of farmer fields covered in snow. From stage-left a black minivan enters, drives across the stage, and exits stage-right. The curtains close and then reopen revealing…

MID-STAGE: INT. THOMAS TEENAGER’S BEDROOM, DAYTIME
A bed stands at the corner of the stage along with a small desk. It is in the style of an old-time banker’s desk with a roll-top. A three-legged stool with elaborate carved legs and feet sits under the desk in the area for the chair. A stereo boombox sits on top of the writing desk along with a corded phone. On the other side of the stage, shelves line the wall filled with books, comic books, toys, and stuffed animals. Next to the shelving is a poster of teddy bears holding hands. On every flat surface in the room, even the bed, sits piles of paper and comic books. The paper is various school assignments and artwork. THOMAS TEENAGER enters stage-right. In one arm he holds a duffel bag while in the other he holds a stack of mail. Thomas sets down the bag and then moves over to his bed. He sits on the edge of the bed going through his mail.

THOMAS TEENAGER
“Junk. Junk. Junk. University? What is this?”

Thomas opens the letter, first setting down the other mail and grabbing a blade from the pencil holder on his desk. He gently cuts the end of the envelope and slides out the letter.

THOMAS TEENAGER
(reading from the letter) “We regret to inform you that due to your failing grades, you are hereby expelled from Bulldog University. Normally, you would be allowed to appeal this decision and be placed on Academic Probation, but due to your academic credit hours exceeding your honor points, you will not. Please have all your belongings and personnel effects removed from your dormitory residence before classes resume on January 15th. The dorms will reopen on January 4th. Before we end, may we recommend that a four-year college is not for everyone and may not be for you. Community college may be more your speed. Sincerely Bulldog University.”

Thomas slumps back onto his bed. He lays unmoving, stuck in a state of shock. After a moment he picks up the phone and dials. The phone RINGS and RINGS before being picked up.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Hi, may I please speak to Samarica? Yes, I can wait. Thank you. (pause as he waits). Hi, Samarica? It is me, Thomas. Fine and how are you? Good. Did you have a good Christmas? Me, too. Well, I am back in town, so we can go on that next date we talked about. What do you mean sorry? You have bad news? Oh. Oh. I see. Your old boyfriend. I see. Back together. How long now. Before we went on our first date. And you didn’t think to mention that before now. You found it too awkward to bring up. Well, good luck with that, and happy new year. Goodbye.”

Thomas hangs up the phone. He stares off into space. The stage-light slowly shift to a red tint. Thomas SCREAMS building to A PRIMAL SCREAM. The sound of METAL RENTING AND GLASS SHATTERING reverbs as the red light turns to a deep red. Thomas stops screaming. The red light and metal and glass sounds fade away. The stage-lights return to regular illumination and hue. He looks around the room. Thomas gets up and walks over to his CD collection. He pulls out “Live Through This” by Hole and places the CD in his CD player. He presses play and listens to the music start. Thomas then exits stage-left. We hear the door to his room OPEN AND CLOSE. FOOTSTEPS and CABINET DOORS OPENING AND CLOSING from off-stage. Thomas’ bedroom door OPENS AND CLOSES. He renters stage-left holding a package of garbage bags.

THOMAS TEENAGER
“Look at all this. What a delusion.”

Thomas opens the bottom of the writing desk and starts to pull out papers, worksheets, and school folders.

THOMAS TEENAGER
“Keeping every paper, every scrap, I ever used. Every assignment. Why? Because I thought I was going to be a great writer. Because I thought scholars would want to study them as they write biographies on my genius. Hubris. A giant pile of hubris and I am suffocating under it. Suffocating under what others expect me to be. Suffocating under what others don’t want me to be. Expected to be a genius. Expected to get a degree. Expected to get a good job. Expected to get the girl. Ha, yeah right. Something is broken inside me. I am a fuck-up now and will always be.”

From the stuffed animals on the selves comes a soft voice. Thomas pauses and listens.

CREAMY
(faint) “Don’t give up hope yet. One foot in front of the other and you’ll cross this bridge.”

Thomas nods his head.

THOMAS TEENAGER
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Thomas resumes filling the trash bags. He gathers all the stacks of papers, setting the artwork to the side, but everything else goes into the trash. He opens all the cabinets on the desk removing all the paper. He goes through every surface in the room. Once he has filled his fourth trashbag, he takes a deep breath and exhales. He sets down the trashbag and works his way over to the phone. Thomas picks up the phone, listens for the DIALTONE, and then dials the number for Luna Witchescrown.

THOMAS TEENAGER
“Hey, sis. You got a minute? I’ve had a really bad day and need to talk about it. You do. Thank you.”

The stage lights turn off to the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH SWITCHING OFF. The Mid-stage curtains close.

FADE OUT.

a new script: The Great Works Project: Season Four, Episode One by Thomas Typewriter

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———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 04, Episode 01

a prologue

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2022 thomas typewriter

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN TO BLACK

From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “04-01”. It moves upwards, pausing a moment in the center of the frame, then continues upward, exiting the frame at the top edge. Shortly thereafter, from the bottom center of the screen scrolls up the following text: “a prologue”. It moves upwards, pausing a moment in the center of the frame, then continues upward, exiting the frame at the top edge.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

THE VELVET CURTAINS

The darkness slowly transitions to a backdrop of dark black and deep purple velvet curtains. THE VELVET TOUCH, a Helping Hand wearing black fingerless gloves and black fingernail polish, comes into frame. It grips the side of the frame.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(Voice-over) “Have you ever looked inside something while it was too close?”

The Velvet Touch pulls image in the frame loose as if printed on a large card. The card rotates around. On the back of the card is the image of The TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE.

LS OF THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE.

The main curtains of the The Typewriter Abstract Puppet Stage part.

TRANSITION FROM THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE TO THE HIGH-STAGE.

PAN FROM LS TO MS TO CS OF THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE. AS THE CAMERA NEARS THE STAGE IT ALSO PANS UPWARD TO EVENTUALLY FACE THE HIGH-STAGE AREA.

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED

The Narrator’s Door opens. A light from beyond the doorway spills out as a faint breeze blows past rippling the High-stage curtains.

THE CAMERA SOFTLY PANS UP AND LEFT SO AS TO ALLOW A MORE DIRECT VIEW INTO THE AREA BEHIND THE NARRATOR’S DOOR

A small apartment spreads out behind the Narrator’s Door. We can not see all of it but we can see the room immediately behind the door. It is the kitchen/living room combo of a studio apartment. The kitchen stands off to stage-left and the living room to stage-right. An L-shaped counter divides one area from the other. A wicker couch sits off the stage-right. Across from the Narrator’s Door we can see a sliding door and part of a deck beyond that.

TRANSITION FROM HIGH-STAGE TO APARTMENT Y

THE CAMERA PANS IN TOWARDS AND THROUGH THE NARRATOR’S DOOR. IT CONTINUES THROUGH THE KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM, MOVING THROUGH THE SLIDING DOORS TO THE DECK OUTSIDE.

EXT. APARTMENT Y’S DECK, EVENING.

A wrought iron deck of the edge of the apartment, the deck contains an art deco inspired metal railing. A deck chair and small table sit off to the side from the sliding door. The view from the deck looks out at sloping hills of autumnal trees. Their fiery colors flow across the treetops like living oceans.

THE CAMERA ROTATES TO THE RIGHT

Y-MOUSE sits in the deck chair, holding a yellow Memory-stone in one hand and a small drink in the other, looking out at the sunset on the hills. Lost in thought, he rubs his thumb across the thin stone in his hand.

Y-MOUSE
“Why did you come to talk to us? What is going on in that head of yours?”

The stone starts to glow. It takes a moment for the light to catch Y-Mouse’s attention. He sets down his drink and looks into the glow.

CS OF Y-MOUSE LOOKING DOWN INTO THE STONE. YELLOW HIGHLIGHTS SPREAD ACROSS HIS FACE AS THE STONE’S GLOW INCREASES.

CUT TO CS OF STONE.

Shapes and figures start to appear in the inner glow of the stone. Images of Thomas Teenager’s bedroom begin to form.

TRANSITION FROM APARTMENT Y TO THOMAS TEENAGER’S BEDROOM

ZOOM IN ON THE IMAGES IN THE MEMORY STONE

INT. THOMAS TEENAGER’S BEDROOM, EVENING

An unmade bed covered with folded blankets runs long ways across the stage. To the stage-left side of the bed sits an old-style bankers desk and a pair of windows. To the stage-right side of the bed sits a vintage lamp lamp, an old chair, and the bedroom door. On the wall over the bed various shelves of stuffed animals and action figures attempt to share space with posters of teddy bears. From off-stage we can hear MUFFLED YELLING mixed with CHRISTMAS SONGS. The door opens and THOMAS TEENAGER enters the room. He slams the door behind him.

THOMAS TEENAGER
“I hate him. Hate him. Hate him.”

Thomas falls onto his bed.

THOMAS TEENAGER
(softly)“…hate myself…”

Thomas draws a deep breath.

THOMAS TEENAGER
“Why does he always say that I am greedy and selfish. Why can he see it but I can’t. I thought I was doing good, that I was finally being a good boy at Christmas. I stopped asking for presents, pretended I was happy at all the events, laughed when everyone else laughed, did my chores…but still…(chokes up)”

Thomas starts to cry, but just as quickly it passes. He looks even more upset.

THOMAS TEENAGER
(narration) “Why can’t I cry. I was about to but then something shifted and I stopped. No tears. No release. Still feel sad. Feel even worse. (takes a deep breath) Three years. Three years of no escape. Swallowing everything, stuffing it down. Feeling worse every day.”

Thomas lays down on the bed clutching his stomach and rubbing his throat.

THOMAS TEENAGER
(narration) “Maybe I can’t cry because I haven’t gotten sad enough. Maybe I need to overload my emotional dam and break it. Shock my system.”

Thomas sits up and wipes his eyes. He walks over to the desk. He opens the lid and moves some comics and RPG notes out of the way. He pulls out a piece of paper and a pen then sits down and starts to write.

THOMAS TEENAGER
(narration) “List of bad things I have done. 1. I ask for too many toys at Christmas, 2. I do not finish my school assignments 3. I said mean words to my brother 4. I did not compliment my mother on her new haircut soon enough. 5. I forgot to wash the dishes yesterday 7. I shoved a broom at Sadie when a toddler. 8. I burned that pizza that one summer because I was distracted playing Mario Brothers. 9. I feel awkward around my classmates. 10. If I wasn’t born my Dad wouldn’t have to work a job he hates. That should be number one.”

Thomas grabs a new sheet of paper and starts to recopy the list.

THE SCREEN CHANGES TO A BRIGHT YELLOW GLOW

TRANSITION FROM THOMAS TEENAGER’S BEDROOM TO APARTMENT Y

EXT. DECK OF APARTMENT Y, EVENING

THE BRIGHT GLOW FADES OUT RETURNING US TO A CS OF THE YELLOW STONE IN Y-MOUSE’S HAND.

The stone stops glowing.

CUT TO CS OF Y-MOUSE’S FACE

Y-MOUSE
“Oh Thomas…”

CUT TO MS OF Y-MOUSE

Y-Mouse stands and walks over to the sliding door. He goes inside.

CUT TO LS OF…

INT. APARTMENT Y KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM, EVENING

Y-Mouse enters through the sliding door, closing the door behind him. He holds the Memory-stone in his hand. He walks over to the couch and pulls a case out from under the sofa. Inside is a large amount of foam padding with slots. In each slot sits a stone similar to the yellow stone but in different colors: red, blue, green, orange, purple, white, black, brown and one empty spot. Y-Mouse places the yellow stone into the empty slot. He closes the case and slides it back under the sofa. Walking over to the phone, he picks it up. DIALTONE. BUTTON BEEPS FOR DIALING 3 3 *. RINGING. RINGING. CLICK OF PICKUP ON OTHER END.

Y-MOUSE
“Hi. Busy. No, good. You better go and get food for everyone. Going to be all-nighter. Yeah, it’s that serious. Have A-Mouse help you. Thanks.”

Y-Mouse hangs up the phone and walks off camera

FADE OUT