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

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———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT
a puppet play in many parts

Season 06, Episode 03

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2024 thomas typewriter

———–<:type:>———–

FADE INTO BLACK


From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “06-03”. 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

TRANSITION TO THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE.

In the darkness, the sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING sings out from somewhere nearby yet out of sight. Shortly thereafter the TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE materializes.

LS OF THE TYPEWRITER PUPPET STAGE MOVING TO A MS THROUGH A SERIES OF CUTS UTILIZING A CRYSTALLINE EFFECT.

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

PAN IN ON MID-STAGE AREA OF THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE UNTIL MID-STAGE IS PROPERLY FRAMED.

MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The Mid-Stage curtains stand closed. After a moment they open. The stage-lights turn on with the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING ON revealing…

MID-STAGE: INT. THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT FRONT ROOM, DAYTIME
A writing desk sits center stage. In the background, on the stage-right side, sits a short bookcase. The desk has two moving boxes stacked on top of it. The bottom box is labeled “Typewriter”. The top box is labeled “Papers, Scripts, Misc…” The bookcase is nearly empty with only some books remaining on one of the shelves. THOMAS TYPEWRITER is standing by the bookcase with books and loading them into a moving box. He loads the last books, puts on the lid, and writes “Books” on the side of the box with a marker from his pocket. He stands and looks around the apartment.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“We gave it a good try didn’t we. Going to miss you.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He dials into the phone. It RINGS and RINGS before being picked up.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Hi. May I speak to Ophidia please. Oh, hi Ophidia. How are you today? Good. Oh, just finishing packing the last bits of my apartment. You? Cool, cool. So, I thought over what you asked, you know about me helping and working on your project. I have an answer.”

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

THE CAMERA PANS UPWARD. IT MOVES UP GLIDING OVER THE MID-STAGE SETS TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS BEHIND. IT FOLLOWS THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS MOVING UPWARD HIGHER AND HIGHER. IT REACHES THE TOP OF THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS AND SLIDES TO THE HIGH-STAGE AT THE TOP OF THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. IT RESTS WHEN PROPERLY FRAMING HIGH-STAGE.

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The High-stage curtains are closed for a moment but then start to part. As they are nearly fully open the stage-lights turn on with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING ON revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: INT. PANACEA FLAUTO’S OFFICE ON THE FLUTE MEDICALSHIP, DAYTIME
Panacea’s office is a desk sitting in the middle of the stage with the back walls lined by filing cabinets of various heights. On top of each filing cabinet are multiple stacks of books and papers. Crammed between the stacks of books, in any open spaces are various rolled up medical charts, boxes, and medical equipment. There is one succulent emerging from the filing cabinets on the stage-left, its long leaves dropping out causing a splash of color in the office. Panacea’s desk is a large metal affair, covered in stacks of medical charts and paperwork. Two spare Med-scanners sit on the side of the desk amidst a collection of empty coffee cups. PANACEA FLAUTO sits at her desk eating a salad. She has a small black and white Vid-screen, in an antiquated case, sitting on top of the files in one of the pulled out filing cabinet drawers. She is watching the latest episode of “Soapbubbles Medical Theatre” on Channel Four, The Dog House.

SOAPBUBBLES MEDICAL THEATRE EPISODE #06081938
It is a weekly show that presents a different radio play preformed by the Doctors and Nurses of an operation room. The audience sits up in the observation gallery. Each episode is hosted by a gravelly yet soothing voiced mostly bio-goblin ORSON WELLWISHER.

THE LOGO FILLS THE SCREEN THEN FADES AWAY

ORSON WELLWISHER
(voice over) “Broadcasting live from The Caducean Mystery Hospital in the heart of the Eighth Hill, this is your host Orson Wellwisher.

CUT TO MS OF THE OPERATING TABLE.

A series of nurses and Doctors are around the table. A patient sits on the operating table, mouth covered by a breathing machine. The closest doctor, Orson Wellwisher, turns and looks at the camera.

CUT TO CS OF ORSON

ORSON WELLWISHER
“Today, we find ourselves caught in a tale of intrigue, deception, mistaken identities and a well-mixed martini in Soapbubble Operating Theatre presentation of THE THIRD THIN MAN with tonight’s special guests…

CUT TO CS OF WILLIAM P. J. COTTONGIN

William P. J. Cotton-Gin stands across the operating table from Orson. He is a tall angular mostly-clockwork elf that takes off his medical mask and smiles into the camera.

ORSON WELLWISHER
(voice-over) “…William P. J. Cottongin,…”

William nods at the camera and then puts his mask back on.

ORSON WELLWISHER
“And Myna Bird Loy”

CUT TO CS OF MYNA BIRD LOY

Myna Bird Loy is one of the nurses carrying a tray of surgical tools to the operating table. She is a thin avian mostly bio-goblin. She looks up as if caught unaware and smiles for the camera. Panacea watches the show, half turned towards the vid-screen while also half turned towards her salad. She sets down her salad so she can hold the microphone from her Med-Scanner.

PANACEA FLAUTO
(Narration or voice over) “Maestro, update Medical Journal, starting now. The most unusual thing happened the other day. Cedar Waxwings stopped by my office to discuss his treatment. Up to that point he and his friends were giving the minimal effort in their therapy sessions. Iasa and I had a meeting planned later to discuss options for increasing their participation. Confidentially, I wonder if maybe I do not understand their situation, emotionally. Iasa advocates for patience, but I do not. Sometimes I am envious of her patience and good-nature. (pause) Maestro edit entry. Strike everything after the bit with the meeting and participation.”

There is a KNOCK on the door.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Hello.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
(off-screen) “Can I come in? Are you busy.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Come in, come in. I was just eating some lunch before some meetings this afternoon.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS in his ovoid Medi-pod rolls into the room, bumping into the chairs. Panacea turns to watch him enter. She misses a change on the Vid-screen. From the background of the operating room, THE SLASHBUCKLER, THE WORDSLINGER, and THE HEIRESS come into view. The Slashbuckler is a slender woman in black medical scrubs covered in gold filligree. Next to her stands The Wordslinger in white medical scrubs covered in brass filligree. Next to him stands the Heiress. She is dressed in black medical scrubs covered in silver filligree while holding a Fennec Fox dressed in matching medical scrubs. They attempt to wave at the screen to get the viewers attention.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“What can I do for you.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I have a simple question.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Okay. I can deal with simple. What is your question?”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Will I be able to play the drums again, once we’re done healing.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Well…”

On the Vid-Screen, The Slashbuckler, The Wordslinger, and the Heiress freeze as a deep red outline encases them. A single diamond red design appears in the corner of the screen and blinks twice. They dissolve to static before dissapearing completely. The red diamond dissolves from the screen and the show resumes.

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Be honest.”

Panacea sets down her salad and turns back to the Vid-Screen. She presses a button on the side and it goes dark. She turns back and directly looks at Cedar.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Given the amount of effort you are giving. No. You are not doing the therapy and you will be crippled when you exit the Medi-pod.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“No drumming then.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Drumming? You’ll lucky to be able stand without pain. Every step you take will be crooked and painful.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I secretly suspected as much.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“So why are you not trying harder. Why are you resisting.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Fear. Misplaced anger. Dumb reasons.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Listen, I get it. When you first woke up, I didn’t want to alarm you or freak you. But honestly, you guys were in a spaceship that blew up. Who should be dead, but your not grasping what a miracle it is that you can try.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Your right we should be dead, but we are not and it has messed with my head. You are also right that I have not been dedicated or even really trying. It’s not you or your sisters.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Well what is it? My sister and I are trying our best to heal you and you are throwing it back in our faces. We’re trained to distance ourselves emotionally, but still it stings.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I get that and I am sorry. It’s me. I am the problem.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Finally we agree on something.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Ouch. But your probably not wrong. I find myself wondering if I have been lying to myself. The problem was other people, the job, my father. If only they did this or that, my life would be better. Not my fault I quit everything I ever tried. I put it on them, yet here I am in this eggshell finding myself never have having dedicated to anything. A life of drifting. I wasn’t qualified for the Solar/Lunar Fleet except my dad pulling the strings. Only got the job, kept the job, because of my dad. How sad is that.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Pretty sad, but not that unusual. You think your the first person to come into my office and saw oh no, what have I been doing with my life.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Ha, true, but that doesn’t change that I have wasted a lot of my life. There were so many moments of magic and wonder moving through my life and I ignored them because they were not the quote-unquote right kind of moments.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Well, you’re not dead yet.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“No, I am not. (pauses thinking) If I try really hard in therapy will I be able to drum.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Not only that, but you would probably help inspire your friends to try harder. You’ll be helping yourself and them.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I do not know if I am worthy of being an inspiration but I do want to drum again.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Then come tomorrow, try your best in therapy. Then the day after, try your best. Then the day after that try your best. Then keep repeating.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“That simple, huh?”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“In theory, yes. Practically, not so much. We all get a little confused sometimes and forget to repeat.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Some of us more than others.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Yes, some more than others.”

There is a pause as Panacea takes another bite of salad.

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“So, what were you watching.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Watching?”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“On the Vid-screen. You were watching something when I came in. What was it?”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Oh that. Soapbubble Operational Theatre. It’s where a bunch surgeons who also happen to be actors put on a play.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Can I watch it with you? I mean, if you don’t mind.”

Panacea smiles and leans over turning the vid-screen back on. The doctors and nurses are crowded around the operating table.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“That guy is Orson Wellwisher. He is the host of the show and one of my favorites.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Okay. Who are the other people.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“The tall guy is William P. J. Cottongin. He is playing a visiting surgeon accidentally drawn into the murder mystery.”

Cedar moves closer to the table to get a better view as the High-stage curtains close. The stage lights turn of with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF.

TRANSITION FROM THE HIGH-STAGE TO MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA DETACHES FROM HIGH-STAGE AND STARTS TO PAN DOWNWARD. IT GLIDES ONTO AND OVER THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. MOVING EVER DOWNWARD THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS PEAK INTO THE FRAME. THE CAMERA CONTINUES PANNING DOWNWARD OVER THE MID-STAGE SETS TILL PROPERLY FRAMING MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: INT. THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT FRONTROOM, DAYTIME
A writing desk sits center stage. In the background, on the stage-right side, sits a short bookcase. The desk has two moving boxes stacked on top of it. The bottom box is labeled “Typewriter”. The top box is labeled “Papers, Scripts, Misc…” The bookcase is nearly empty with only some books remaining on one of the shelves. THOMAS TYPEWRITER is pacing the room speaking to OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE on his mobile phone.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“So, I thought over what you asked, you know about me helping and working on your project. I have an answer. I will do it.”

There is a LOUD SQUEAL OF DELIGHT from the phone. The squeal catches Thomas off guard, far too loud for how close he has the phone to his ear. Thomas winces and moves the phone away from his ear until the noise subsides.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I am happy about it too. So what do I need to do first? Any paperwork or forms?”

The Mid-Stage curtains start to close as the stage-lights turn off to the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING OFF.

FADE OUT

Commuting by Thomas Typewriter

poetry

I was born to fly

Is a phrase married to

Why can’t I move

Building homes in the small spaces

Where headlamps kiss brakelights

sunkissed danish

Holding large parties where

More cars join the turtle dance

Of stop, stop, go

-Thomas Typewriter

The Not So Puppet Show: Season One, Episode Two by Thomas Typewriter

scripts, The Not So Puppet Show

———–<.thom.>———–

THE NOT SO PUPPET SHOW

Season One, Episode Two

“My Feet Move and Something Deep Eats”

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2024 thomas typewriter

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FADE IN

Title sequence plays.

FADE OUT TO WHITE

FADE IN

INT. BORDERTOWNE MIDDLE SCHOOL LIBRARIAN’S OFFICE, DAYTIME
The Librarian’s Office is a room with walls made of large blocks, the Librarian’s Office has a few framed paintings of flowers on the wall and a filing cabinet in one corner. A small potted plant sits on the filing cabinet along with a stack of books and a pitcher for watering the plant. In the center of the room is a wooden desk with a small lamp on it. A name placard sits on the desk with the following text written on it: “Ms. Weaver – Librarian”. An extra wooden chair sits in front of the desk while behind the desk sits MS. WEAVER reading from a hardcover novel.

MS OF MS. WEAVER

From off-stage the sound of A DOOR OPENING and FOOTSTEPS can be heard. Ms. Weaver moves her eyes up in anticipation of the person making the noise.

CUT TO OVER SHOULDER SHOT OF MS. WEAVER LOOKING AT THE DOOR TO HER OFFICE.

THOMAS TOPHAT enters the room. With a sour look on his face, he hands a note to Ms. Weaver. She turns her book upside down, laying it on the desk freeing her hands. Taking the note from him, she reads it.

MS. WEAVER
“And you did this? In front of the whole class.”

THOMAS TOPHAT
“Not exactly the whole class. I just didn’t have time to go to my locker and back to my next class. It’s on the opposite side of the building.”

MS. WEAVER
“And you thought it was a better idea to change at your desk in the middle of class.”

THOMAS TOPHAT
“First off, it was not the middle of class. It was the end. Second, it’s not like I took my underwear off. I was classy and quick.”

MS. WEAVER
“Classy and quick. (chuckles) Okay, so what dressed as that you couldn’t wear it the next class.”

THOMAS TOPHAT
“I was dressed like a fly. Made a special coat with extra arms and wings, bug eyes, antennas…it was pretty cool.”

MS. WEAVER
“And why were you dressed as a fly?”

THOMAS TOPHAT
“It was for a presentation on an Emily Dickinson poem my group was doing.”

MS. WEAVER
“I Heard a Fly Buzzing strikes again.”

Thomas nods his head yes. Ms. Weaver laughs.

MS. WEAVER
“You’re not the first to dress like a fly for that poem, but probably the first to get in trouble.”

THOMAS TOPHAT
“And here I thought I wouldn’t leave my mark at these hallowed halls.”

Ms Weaver chuckles.

MS. WEAVER
“Okay, go write your report.”

Thomas hesitates to move, working up his nerve to ask something.

THOMAS TOPHAT
“There wouldn’t happen to be a new issue of that thing I read last time?”

Ms. Weaver reaches into a drawer in her desk and pulls out the next issue of The Not So zine. She tosses it on the desk and it slides over to Thomas. He picks it up and starts to leave the office. Ms. Weaver picks up her book and resumes reading.

THOMAS TOPHAT
(reading out loud to self) “An art table spreads across the stage…”

Thomas starts reading out loud to himself as Ms. Weaver chuckles softly. She resumes reading as Thomas leaves the room.

FADE OUT

TRANSITION FROM THE LIBRARY TO THE TYPEWRITER STUDIOS

FADE IN

INT. TYPEWRITER STUDIOS, DAYTIME
An art table made up of a long sheet of plywood stacked on top of shelving fills the front of the stage. A writing area fills the center of the desk with a painting station off to the stage-right and a photography area off to the stage-right. The writing area has a laptop and lamp. The painting station has jars of acrylic paint and watercolor ink stored in plastic bins. A paintbrush holder with a spiral holding clip sits next to the bins. Various glass jars, all former pickle and jelly jars, line the front edge of the painting area. Next to the jars is a large gallon jug of gesso and a stack of stretched canvases. The photography station has a series of mirrors stacked on top of each other separated by a kitchen towel for padding. A bin sits on top of the mirrors filled with children’s wooden blocks, a flashlight, and a ring light. The photography station and the writing desk area are separated by a large chunk of Rose Quartz and a smaller chunk of Gabbro. THOMAS TYPEWRITER sits at the writing desk typing away on the laptop. The sound of KEYS CLICK CLACKING rings out.

MS OF THOMAS TYPEWRITER

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(voice-over) “More often than I would like, I get clouded and obscured.”

Thomas’ expression shifts to concerned.

CUT TO CS OF THOMAS’ FINGERS TYPING

The fingers start to vibrate in a way not connected to typing fast. Smoke starts to leak from the joints of his hands and fingers. He stops typing.

CUT BACK TO MS OF THOMAS

Thomas stops typing.

THE VIEW SWITCHES TO THE INNER SELF SPACE BY SUPERIMPOSING THE INNER SELF AREA OVER THE RIBS AND TORSO AREA OF THOMAS TYPEWRITER. THOMAS AND HIS ART STUDIO FADE OUT. ZOOM IN ON THE INNER SELF SPACE UNTIL IT FILLS THE FRAME

THE INNER SELF SPACE is a box with the camera set in a set point above the box looking down. The floor of the box is a light box that has a grey-tone woodblock skeleton on top of it. This would be the torso area of Thomas’ torso, so ribs, lower spine, and should blades. A grey tone outlines the area where the flesh ends. It has the effect of looking down on a kind of x-ray of Thomas’ chest. Clumps of black wool or cotton, with touches of brown and sickly yellow-green start to fill the Inner Self Space from the pelvis area working up to the neck.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(voice-over) “In those moments I feel so off. As if my insides are no longer made of the same materials. As if I am filling up with some substance, some emotion…some sensation… and the pressure is going to burst. I become overwhelmed, no good to myself or anyone else.”

CUT BACK TO MS OF THOMAS TYPEWRITER ONCE THE DARK CLUMPS FILL THE FRAME
Thomas, with smoke leaking from his finger joints and the orifices in his head, closes his laptop. He stands and exits stage-left.

TRANSITION FROM ART STUDIO TO FRONT ENTRANCE

INT. THE ELMHOUSE FRONT ENTRANCE, DAYTIME
The front door sits just off center of the frame with a combination coat and shoe rack sitting to the side. The coat rack hooks hold a collection of light jackets in adult and child sizes. There is also a ball cap with the logo for the City of Champions Community College (CCC). The floor is made of worn hardwood planks that are starting to buckle in a few places. To the side of the coat rack is a set of small baskets mounted to the wall. There are two with one holding Ophidia’s keys, wallet, and phone while the other holds Thomas’ items.

MS OF THE COAT RACK WITH PART OF THE FRONT DOOR VISIBLE IN THE EDGE OF THE FRAME.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER enters from stage-left and walks over to the coat rack. He slips on his jacket. Smoke still leaks from his hands, shirt collar, ears, mouth, eyes or tear ducts, and nose.

CUT TO MONTAGE OF CLOSE SHOTS OF EACH ACTION

Thomas grabs his keys and then his wallet. He puts on his shoes, tying each shoe’s laces. Thomas finally grabs his cap.

CUT BACK TO MS

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(calling off-screen) “Hey Ophidia, I am going out for a walk.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE-TYPEWRITER
(off-screen) “You want me to come with.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I’m in a bad spot, so maybe best if you don’t.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE-TYPEWRITER
(off-screen) “Okay. I’ll be here if you change your mind. Love you.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Love you too.”

CUT TO

TRANSITION FROM ELMHOUSE INTERIOR TO EXTERIOR

EXT. ELMHOUSE FRONT STEPS, DAYTIME
A white door in a white frame with a matching white storm door stands at the top of set of steps built from stone pavers. A porch light is mounted to the top left-side of the door. A window is visible on each side of the door. A mailbox is mounted below the porch light between the door and window.

LS OF THE FRONT DOOR

THOMAS TYPEWRITER opens the front door and steps outside. He walks forward enough to close the door behind him. With the door closed he steps down off the front steps and starts to go for a walk through his neighborhood. He exits the frame.

CUT TO

TRANSITION FROM THE EXTERIOR OF THE ELMHOUSE TO THE SPLIT SCREEN

THE SPLIT SCREEN
In this section the frame will be divided into two sections. The top third of the screen will be images and scenes from the physical or external world of Thomas walking through his neighborhood. The bottom two-thirds of the frame will be the Inner Self Space.

THE TOP FRAME (PHYSICAL WORLD) SHOWS A LS OF THOMAS TYPEWRITER STARTING TO WALK DOWN THE BLOCK.

THE BOTTOM FRAME (INNER SELF SPACE) IS INITIALLY DARK BUT SLOWLY LIGHTS TURN ON REVEALING THE SHAPE AND LOOK OF THE SPACE.

The Inner Self Space is a light table with the camera suspended over it. The light table has a design laid over it similar to an x-ray of the chest of Thomas Typewriter. The body of Thomas is bright while the area outside his body is black. The amount of internal organs and skeleton is minimal. Specifically only his ribs, scapula, lungs and heart are visible. Thomas’ bones are visible in a light-grey-blue. His heart is a light-grey-red. His lungs are a light-grey-yellow. The entire surface of the Inner Self Space is covered in dark puffs of cotton or similar substances. There are bits of dark green and yellow-browns in the puff balls. Ultimately the color of the puff balls need to match with the color of the smoke pouring out of Thomas in the previous section.

THE TOP FRAME CUTS TO CS OF THOMAS’ FEET WALKING

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration) “Luckily for me, when I walk something deep rises to eat.”

In the bottom of the Inner Self Space, at a spot corresponding to Thomas’ groin, the scales of THE SOMETHING DEEP start to glow. The Something Deep is a dragon-like puppet with a swiveling head and body. The other important detail is the puppet is built over a vacuum such that it can suck up the puff balls. The vacuum is off currently.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration) “It took me awhile before I realized it existed. Discernment of my inner self took many years, longer than my peers. In fact, it was by accident. Looking to escape the presence of my parents after an argument, I fled to the fields and pastures surrounding my childhood home. As I got further and further from the house, I started to notice flowers, butterflies, birds…like I was wandering into a painting that became more and more detailed the further I went. Soon something was happening to all that overload I was feeling on the inside. It was being consumed and reduced.”

The Something Deep’s eyes open and glow bright red.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration) “I couldn’t always walk the meadow when overwhelmed, but I eventually realized it wasn’t the meadow itself that helped me process.”

In the Physical World, Thomas’ feet stop moving. A BIRD CALL is heard from off frame.

IN THE PHYSICAL WORLD CUT TO CS OF THOMAS TURNING HIS HEAD TO LOOK AT SOMETHING THEN CUT TO A CS OF A SONGBIRD IN THE BRANCHES OF A TREE.

In the Inner Self Space the vacuum built into the Something Deep turns on. It starts to move “eating” or sucking up the dark puffs.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration) “It was the moving. The getting out of the rut of thought and noticing a new detail whether that be an interesting detail in the world or just the change in heart rate.”

IN THE PHYSICAL SPACE CUT BACK TO CS OF THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S FEET WALKING.

In the Physical World, Thomas starts walking again. While in the Inner Self Space, the Something Deep slithers through the space sucking up all the dark puffs. Once they are gone, the Something Deep returns to the groin area. Its eyes close and scales stop glowing. As the Something Deep starts to slumber, an insight projects in the center of frame. BIFF THE RABBIT and ROCKEY THE PET ROCK are sitting on a rug in Biff’s bedroom with an open box of crayons. Every crayon is black. Biff is holding up a crayon and looking at it. In the Physical World, Thomas’ feet slow and then stop.

BIFF THE RABBIT
“I know Thomas has written that the crayons turning black confuses us and is then we go to the faerie realm to find it, but you know, looking at this crayon something occurs to me. This isn’t really a problem. You can still draw with a black crayon.”

ROCKEY THE PET ROCK
“I thought that was weird too. It is not like they are broken or unusable. Let’s just draw something else.”

BIFF THE RABBIT
“Yeah, lets do that instead.”

The projection of Biff and Rockey ends.

IN THE PHYSICAL SPACE CUT TO CS OF THOMAS’ FACE.

Thomas has a thought, a realization.

IN PHYSICAL SPACE CUT TO CS OF THOMAS PULLING A NOTEBOOK FROM A POCKET AND THEN WRITING IN IT.

Thomas pulls out his sketchbook and jots down a quick note. He returns the sketchbook to his pocket and resumes walking.

IN THE PHYSICAL SPACE CUT BACK TO CS OF THOMAS’ FEET.

In the Physical Space, Thomas’ walks out of the frame.

THE INNER SELF SPACE DIMS TO BLACK AND THEN THE PHYSICAL SPACE DIMS TO BLACK.

CUT TO

EXT. ELMHOUSE, DAYTIME


LS OF FRONT DOOR AND FRONT STEPS


Thomas Typewriter enters the frame and walks up to the front door. He has a lightness to his step. After opening the door, he enters.


CUT TO


INT. ELMHOUSE, DAYTIME
The front entrance are has a hat rack and shoe stand next to the front door.


MS OF THOMAS


Thomas stands inside the door. He takes off his hat and hangs it on the rack followed by his keys and phone. He then slips off his shoes.


CUT TO CS OF THE HAT BEING HUNG UP. SLOW DOWN THE PLAYBACK SPEED.


CUT TO CS OF THE KEYS BEING HUNG UP. SLOW DOWN THE PLAYBACK SPEED.


CUT TO CS OF THE PHONE BEING HUNG UP. SLOW DOWN THE PLAYBACK SPEED.


CUT TO CS OF THE SHOES BEING SLIPPED OFF AND PUT IN THE SHOE RACK. SLOW DOWN THE PLAYBACK SPEED.


While Thomas is putting away his things, a voice from within the house calls out.


OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE-TYPEWRITER
(voice-over) “Thomas, is that you?”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(voice-over) “Yeah, it is me. I’m back.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE-TYPEWRITER
(voice-over) “How was your walk?”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(voice-over) “Good. It was good.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I had a break through. Figured out some things for the script.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“That’s great.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Which room are you in?”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
(voice-over) “The kitchen. Why?”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Because I want to give you a kiss or two.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
(voice-over) “I’ll never turn that down.”

Thomas Typewriter walks towards the kitchen exiting the frame.

FADE OUT

TRANSITION FROM THE ELMHOUSE TO THE LIBRARY

FADE IN

INT. BORDERTOWN JUNIOR HIGH LIBRARY, DAYTIME
A floor-to-ceiling bookcase spreads across the back of the stage. Off to the stage-right side extends a short wall with a double set of doors for entrance and a single door for the librarian’s office. The door to the librarian’s office is open. The door has a plaque over it with the following text: “Ms. Weaver”. On stage-left side of the stage sits a short wall containing a spinner rack filled with various young adult novels next to a metallic magazine rack. In front of the floor-to-ceiling bookcase sits two round tables with chairs. THOMAS TOPHAT sits at the stage-right table reading the Not So zine.

CS OF THOMAS TOPHAT’S FEET TAPPING.

Thomas absent-mindedly jiggles his feet as he reads the zine. His feet go still.

CUT TO MS OF THOMAS AT THE TABLE.

Thomas closes the zine, taking a moment lost in thought. He shakes his head and refocuses. Reaching over, he pulls out a notepad and pen from his backpack. He opens the notebook to the next available blank page and starts to write his essay.

PAN OUT

FADE OUT

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

scripts, The Great Works Project scripts

———–<.thom.>———–

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.