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First 10 Pages of EARTH COM - (blog would not format correctly) - By John D. Horvath Jr.
alliances, it will take more than humanity to piece our
history together.
"Divided We Fall"
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
EXT. SPACE
Stars blanket the dark b.g. The distant sun peaks over the
planet Saturn.
Suddenly, a BURST OF LIGHT. A PORTAL OPENS - a sleek
aerodynamic craft speeds out. Engines stop. The craft glides
forward. It is a Huvire SCOUT FIGHTER.
INT. SCOUT FIGHTER COCKPIT
The SOUND of heavy breathing. A clawed hand works a
futuristic console.
ON VIEW SCREEN. A SCHEMATIC of a military space station, the
Gomorrah.
EXT. SPACE - ASTEROID BELT - CERES
Ahead. A metallic multi-level space station orbits the dwarf
planet Ceres. The GOMORRAH. It is military design.
SUPER: Ceres, Space Station Gomorrah, 2180 A.D.
The Scout Fighter glides towards the station. A spherical
drone known as a TRACKER enters. Follows.
INT. GOMORRAH - CAPTAIN'S OFFICE
A woman, mid-30's works a monitor. She wears a military
uniform. Captain's bars on her lapel. Her name tag READS:
CAPT. TINA PARK.
ON MONITOR. LAURIE GINZLER. (Details about Ginzler). An alert
SOUNDS.
BACK TO SCENE - ON CAPT. PARK
Turns OFF the monitor. Exits.
INT. GOMORRAH - CONTROL
The hub of the space station. Military personnel work at
consoles. TO THE FRONT. Multiple SCREENS display GRAPHS.
CHARTS. PLANETS. SOLAR SYSTEMS.
At Tactical. Monitors and radar scopes are mounted above the
console. LT. CARRIE DIXON, 20's works along side Lt. CHAD
PERALTA, 20's.
Capt. Park enters. Takes her post at the central console.
PERALTA
Sensors have detected an ionic
distortion, Captain. Sector six.
Tracker has engaged.
DIXON
(works; off monitor)
There are no scheduled transports.
(to Peralta)
Faction?
PERALTA
The Faction does not have the
capability to port this far out
into space.
(works)
Attempting to establish a link...
(reads monitor;
frustrated)
Radiation from Jericho's canopy is
interfering with our S A R systems.
At COMMUNICATIONS. A COM OFFICER works.
COM OFFICER
No response to our hails, Captain.
An alert SOUNDS. Lt. Dixon. Off radar scope --
DIXON
Captain. A second ionic distortion
has been detected.
PARK
Level 2 alert.
STROBES ACTIVATE.
PARK (CONT'D)
(with urgency)
Status, Lieutenant Peralta!
A still frustrated Lt. Peralta works. Beat. LINK ESTABLISHED.
PERALTA
All right. Let's see what we have.
ON MONITOR. The Scout Fighter's AVATAR. Narrative READS:
HUVIRE SCOUT FIGHTER.
BACK TO SCENE - ON A BEWILDERED LT. PERALTA
PERALTA (CONT'D)
It's a Huvire scout fighter,
Captain.
PARK
(under her breath)
Why would they violate the treaty?
(to All)
Red Alert! Man battle-stations!
RED STROBES FLASH.
EXT. SPACE - GOMORRAH - HULL
Large ANTI-AIRCRAFT WEAPONS - SWING INTO ACTION. OPENS FIRE.
As the Scout Fighter races past. Tracker follows, takes a
direct hit. EXPLODES.
A second Scout Fighter enters from the f.g., Huvire SCOUT
FIGHTER #2. Weapon systems OPEN. It dodges WEAPON FIRE as it
races towards the Gomorrah. FIRES. A SINGLE TORPEDO SPEEDS
AHEAD.
The torpedo impacts the GOMORRAH'S HULL. Does not explode. A
CRACKLING SOUND. ELECTRICAL FINGERS SPRAWL ACROSS THE
STATION. The Station goes DARK.
INT. GOMORRAH - CONTROL
The room is lit by emergency LIGHTING. All monitors, consoles
and systems are dark. All look to one another. What the hell
just happened?
PARK
Initiate damage control.
The ENGINEER OFFICER works.
ENGINEER OFFICER
We lost power to decks 1 through 5.
Rerouting emergency backup to
critical systems.
PARK
Damn it...
(huffs; to Peralta)
Can we at least get a tracker in
the air?
Emergency consoles LIGHT-UP.
PERALTA
Weapons and tracking systems are
offline, Captain. My best guess is
we were hit by some kind of
electrical disruption device.
DIXON
Shields are holding at 85 percent.
(works)
Correction. Now at 70 percent.
PARK
(to Com Officer; urgent)
Get command central online.
The Com Officer works. Nothing. Shakes her head.
INT. GOMORRAH - CAPTAIN'S OFFICE
ON THE DESK. Capt. Park's COMPUTER MONITOR TURNS ON. DATA
DOWNLOADS.
INT. GOMORRAH - TACTICAL BRIDGE
All monitors, consoles and systems POWER UP.
DIXON
(works; to Park)
Shields are at 100 percent.
PERALTA
Weapons and tracking systems are
online.
(looks to radar scope)
Scouts are on scope, Captain.
PARK
There testing us.
(considers; beat)
Let's show them what we got.
Activate the rail, Lieutenant
Peralta.
EXT. SPACE - GOMORRAH
Scout Fighter #1 and #2 sit motionless. It is as if they are
taunting them. The Space Station in the b.g.
GOMORRAH'S UPPER HULL. Launch tube DOORS OPEN. A TRACKER
tumbles out, stabilizes. Speeds away.
LOWER HULL. A RAIL CANNON sets into position. OPENS FIRE.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Scout Fighter #2 is hit. EXPLODES. Scout Fighter #1 speeds
away. The Tracker follows.
EXT. SPACE
Scout Fighter #1 races towards an OPEN PORTAL. The Tracker
paces close behind. Scout Fighter #1 enters. PORTAL CLOSES
before the Tracker can enter.
INT. GOMORRAH - PORT LAB
Military Soldiers stand. A FEMALE SERGEANT works a console.
FEMALE SERGEANT
Incoming port.
PLATFORM. A BURST OF LIGHT. A man sized PORTAL OPENS. JOHN
ALLMAN, 40's, steps out. Ruggedly handsome. Well dressed.
Followed by a KEEPER. An agent of the Council. Mysterious. An
assassin of sorts. On his forearm, a TATTOO. The mark of a
Keeper.
INT. GOMORRAH - WARDROOM
The room's interior design is royal looking. An Earth
Communications flag in the b.g.
Capt. Park addresses a five star general, JOSEPH KATZ, mid
60's and high ranking OFFICERS sitting at a conference table.
PARK
The Huvire used a device similar to
an E M P. A diversion. The Huvire
were successful tapping into the
Gomorrah's mainframe. Downloading
records of future military
cryogenic candidates from Earth's
West and East Coalitions.
(off concerned looks)
The Tracker was able to momentarily
link to the Scout's navigational
system before it ported.
TABLE CENTER. She points to a HOLOGRAPHIC GLOBE. A line
divides the Earth's continents into two Coalitions. The West
and the East. Each continent is divided into numbered
Quadrants.
PARK (CONT'D)
We narrowed it down to the West
Coalition. Quadrants 13, 24 and 27.
East Coalition. Quadrants 8, 36 and
44.
JOHN (O.S.)
It seems they are closer than we
thought.
ALL look uneasy as John steps in followed by the Keeper. They
take their seats.
JOHN (CONT'D)
The Huvire have allied with a rogue
Andlawrdian sect.
(with certainty)
They will ally with the Faction.
Organize a new movement on Earth.
GENERAL KATZ
Then we have a serious problem, Mr.
Allman.
JOHN
That is why the vessel will be
moved to the colony.
COLONEL #1
It was only a matter of time. Their
kind cannot be trusted.
KEEPER
The Andlawrdian government have
denied involvement, Colonel. They
have agreed to work with Ambassador
Ebberette. Implement any security
measures deemed necessary.
GENERAL KATZ
I suggest that we increase the
military's jurisdiction.
JOHN
Support for the Faction movement is
growing throughout both Coalitions.
That would only feed into their
propaganda.
PARK
What if the Faction were to choose
a side? Ally with a Coalition?
ALL look to one another. Brilliant!
EXT. EARTH - OCELUS OUTPOST - DAY
It is a post NUCLEAR WINTER. Red-tone sky. A desert
environment. A 21st century CITY in ruins in the b.g.
SUPER: Ocelus Military Outpost, West Coalition
A control TOWER is set center of two RUNWAYS.
INT. OCELUS - OFFICER'S QUARTERS
It is simple. A wall locker. Bed. Desk. Lt. JAMES ALLMAN, 22,
dresses. Good build. Handsome.
MALE OFFICER (O.S.)
Lieutenant Allman.
AT THE DOORWAY. A MALE OFFICER
MALE OFFICER (CONT'D)
(urgent)
Ready room. Five minutes.
INT. OCELUS - READY ROOM - DAY
This room is used to brief pilots. Stadium seating. Podium
set up-front.
James and several PILOTS are seated. All look to a TANK CREW
dressed in battle gear, entering.
FEMALE PILOT
Any reason why the cannon cockers
are here?
James looks as confused as she is. Lt. BRANDON JEFFERSON, 22,
dressed in battle gear, enters. Muscular. Very handsome.
JAMES
(to Brandon)
Hey. Any idea on what's going on?
BRANDON
No.
The Commander of the Air Group, the CAG, enters.
CAG
All right. Let's get started.
Takes the podium. He activates a screen. ON SCREEN. A map
showing the division lines between the West and East
Continental Coalitions.
CAG (CONT'D)
Looks like the East Coalition has
gotten into bed with the Faction,
Ladies and Gentlemen. We believe
they have successfully developed a
technologically advanced and
superior fighter.
All react. ON SCREEN. Region 3. Quadrant 13.
CAG (CONT'D)
Our Intel suggests they have
targeted Quadrant 13 for a test
run.
JAMES
Has a threat level been assessed?
CAG
We believe they may be planning to
permanently halt the construction
of City Zone 2. Sending a message
to the rest of the Coalition.
BRANDON
That's going to take a lot of fire
power, Sir. What kind of weaponry
are we talking about?
CAG
That's the problem. Don't know for
sure. And that is why ladies and
gentlemen, two twelve hour watches.
So that means two rotations.
(to Brandon)
Air artillery will support both
Noden and Nordic.
BRANDON
We're there, Sir.
Tanker crew shout. Whoorah.
CAG
(to Female Pilot)
Nordic will take the first watch.
INT. OCELUS - MOTOR POOL - DAY
Wheeled and tracked vehicles are parked in the bay.
M6 BRADLEY LINEBACKER
Brandon supervises. Crew Members mounts two GAU-17/A Mini
guns. FIM-92 stinger missiles are loaded into the TOW System.
James enters, meets Brandon.
BRANDON
(grins)
Now you get to see how the big boys
play, Lieutenant.
James feigns a smile.
BRANDON (CONT'D)
I know that look.
(reassures)
Listen. You're the best damn
fighter pilot we have, James.
James is not reassured.
BRANDON (CONT'D)
Tell you what. You just focus
keeping that bird in the air.
(re: missiles)
We'll do the rest, my friend.
James chuckles.
BRANDON (CONT'D)
We're still on for the weekend,
right?
JAMES
Yeah. Rebecca's really looking
forward to seeing Lilly. Maybe
helping with the wedding will lift
her spirits.
BRANDON
How's she doing?
JAMES
You know. She has her ups. Downs.
A horn SOUNDS. Strobes FLASH.
BRANDON
Looks like it's go time.
OFF All shouting "Whoorah" --
INT. OCELUS - NODEN BAY - DAY
It is a small bay. Only a handful of A17 MILITARY FIGHTERS
are parked.
A Crew moves TWO Fighters onto a platform. Check the M61
VULCAN GUNS mounted under each wing.
James and the Male Pilot enter their fighters. Engines
IGNITE. Canopy CLOSES. Helmets on, THUMBS UP.
A Crew Member motions, clear. The platform LIFTS.
EXT. OCELUS - RUNWAY - DAY
The platform RISES. The A17's are set into position. Engines
IGNITE.
GWEN (V.O.)
Noden. This is Control. Runway's
set. You are clear for takeoff.
The Fighters POWER DOWN THE RUNWAY. LIFT OFF.
EXT. OCELUS - LARGE BERM - DAY
Blast DOORS OPEN. The M6 LINEBACKER rolls out.
EXT. AIRSPACE - DAY
A17 #1, MALE PILOT and A17 #2, James fighter, speed past.
INT. A17 #2 - COCKPIT
JAMES works the console.
JAMES
Noden 1, Noden 2. Transponder is
set.
MALE PILOT (V.O.)
Copy, Noden 2. Scope is clear. Keep
your eyes peeled.
EXT. AIRSPACE - DAY
A BURST OF LIGHT. PORTAL OPENS. A Huvire SCOUT FIGHTER speeds
out. Comes up from behind and paces the A17's.
JAMES (V.O.)
Noden 1. Bogie on scope. At our
six.
The Scout Fighter suddenly speeds past.
INT. A17 #2 - COCKPIT
SCOPE. READS: March 3.5.
JAMES
Damn that thing's quick!
(beat)
Control. Noden 2. Requesting
tracker in the air.
GWEN (V.O.)
Copy Noden 2. Releasing tracker.
(beat)
Tracker in the air.
EXT. AIRSPACE - DAY
A TRACKER paces the Scout Fighter.
GWEN (V.O.
Noden 2. Control. Tracker has
engaged.
A17 #1 enters. Follows.
INT. A17 #1 - COCKPIT
SCOPE. Scout Fighter's AVATAR. Distance. Speed. Calculated.
CROSS-HAIRS over a Avatar.
MALE PILOT
Switching to manual.
(works)
Bogie locked. Weapons engaged.
CANOPY PERIPHERAL - Tracker breaks left O.S. The Scout
Fighter. An open target.
EXT. AIRSPACE - DAY
A17 #1 paces the Scout Fighter. OPENS FIRE. (Over 6000 rounds
per minute). The rounds bounce off the Scout Fighter. No
effect.
MALE PILOT (V.O.)
Control, Noden 1. We have a serious
problem out here!
The Scout Fighter speeds ahead. The Tracker swoops in. Paces.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Query / An original Sci-Fi pilot script entitled Earth Communications
To Whom It May Concern:
I have recently completed a three part pilot series; a SCI-FI drama entitled Earth Communications that I would like to submit to your production company for consideration.
Log line: Political subterfuge, covert operations and alien alliances, it will take more than humanity to piece our history together.
James Allman will be faced with one of the most difficult decisions in his life. It is a decision that will impact not only on his lifetime, but that of his family, community and Government.
The year is 2180, and political subterfuge, covert operations and thinly veiled politics of mass manipulation enshroud Earth. Following a war that decimated much of the planet’s population, the new ruling party instituted a series of crushing ordinances and regulations which stifled mans free spirit in an attempt to hide a secret knowledge of Earth’s dark history.
In a thinly veiled, yet bloody coup, this new government formed a secret alliance with a vast, superior alien race to augment their power and strength. But now, a group called the Faction fights to piece together the mystery of humanities past - and to expose the corruption within their government that keeps mankind beneath a bloody heel.
Will James fight for what's right . . . or what's right now?
May I email or mail you a copy of the script? I look forward to receiving your response.
Sincerely,
John D. Horvath Jr.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
“Earth Com” An original SciFi series... Keep the vision alive... (Diary of a Renegade)
I am writing this journal, a last testament of sorts, and to let the world no that I tried my best to make a difference. My name is Josh Elio. We are at war. It is not a conventional war, but a war with and within our own government. I am a member of the Renegade's third faction. I am a soldier. I have been assigned to the Green squadron. Everything that I have learned as a Global Citizen has been a lie. Yes, it is a bold statement. You are going to have to trust me on this one... You have not seen what I have seen. You have not lived what I have lived through, or become what I was forced to become. The betrayal, mistrust... sons against fathers, daughters against mothers... The foul smell of death seems to follow me.
I was offered a position in the first faction, I’m thinking now maybe I should have taken it. It's hard to make friends, not because people are unfriendly. How do I phrase this? The life expectancy of a third faction soldier, the odds are not in my favor.
I grew up in Quadrant fifteen. That is on the continent that was known at one time as the North American continent. History before the War, I am referring to the Great War, World War III, was erased way before I was born by a company called Earth Com. Stories of what the world was like before the Great War surface from time to time, but I found them hard to believe sometimes. But now, now I have seen the manuscripts with my own eyes.
They tell me I am on a very important mission. We are trying to hold the Globes back. Globes… That is the nickname that we have come to known for the Global Police. They are tough, but not as tough or determined as we are. They say we are going against the Military next… If I had a choice, I would rather just take on the Globes… they are not as well trained as the Military.
February 7, 2180
Our squad leader was killed today. We set our port and are ready to take the wounded and prisoners through, back to our base. Jack found his body. Not to get graphic, but it looked as if a wild animal attacked him. The only thing is, I don't know of any animal that would have claws that… Honestly, I myself would not have believed it if I did not see it with my own eyes… What ever killed Jack, it would have had to have claws at least six inches long… sharp as razors. We brought back as much of his body as we could find for burial. What do we tell his family?
February 9, 2180
A young kid, I think his name his name is Allman, has stepped in as squad leader. He tells us Blue Squadron found the transmitters. They haven't told us exactly why they are so important. Apparently they are important enough for more than fifty soldiers to give their lives to get them. God, I hope it was worth it. Rumors are circulating on what they will be used for. Some say that we are trying to contact other races… Right, like there is anyone else in this forsaken universe. I will believe it when I see it. But Jack says he has been to other worlds.
March 25, 2180
I miss my family. Some of the soldiers have brought their families with them. Jade has created an underground… what would you call it? I guess you would call it what it is, housing... Unfortunately my family thinks that I am dead. For their safety, they are better off believing that. Maybe someday I will see them again.
Our medic was sniped off, three more dead. Jack told me that Eric, he is the squad leader of the blue squadron's 1st squad, has found something of great importance and significance. I hope that it is true… We need any advantage that we can get.
Monday, July 6, 2009
ScreenwriterJD's Fashion Tips...
But for others, it is Walmart versus Kmart. There is no shame in that. If the clothes make you feel like a million dollars, wear them.
On the night of the “Oscars” actors, actresses, directors, writers and the list goes on, get dressed up for the evening looking their best, ready to beat the odds. Because on Oscar night, it is a chance for any one of them to be picked out and brought in front of their peers and honored for excelling in their craft.
Some actresses wear evening gowns that have been donated to them by the top fashion designers of the year to help promote his/hers design. Others are blessed and are able to purchase a dress or gown of their own choosing. They then pick out the appropriate shoes and accessories for the outfit, get their hair styled. It is their day to shine, and shine they do. They feel that they are on top of the world, and then...
...Out comes the “Best and worst dressed list”. I myself believe that these lists are an abomination. Self esteem killers. You are free to agree or disagree...
Though Actress Mary Doe won an Oscar for best performance, she is shunned by Hollywood because she made the “Worst Dressed List” all because her shoes didn’t match her accessories; they were one shade off (God forbid)... Does anyone else find this disturbing?
The paparazzi are even worse. Sneaking up on unsuspecting actors and actresses and taking their photo and then plastering the photos on the front page of tabloids... “Oh my god (sarcasm), movie and television stars really do wear jeans and t-shirts...” sigh, “And god forbid if one actually picked their nose like real human beings!” I would be in serious trouble; my picture would be plastered every day on the front page of the tabloids if the paparazzi followed me around!
screenwriterJD’s fashion tips:
Tip One: Wear what makes you feel good. It could be an evening gown, dress or just a pair of ripped jeans and t-shirt.
Tip Two: If you feel good wearing what you are wearing, don’t let others take away from how you feel.
Tip Three: DO NOT loose weight because others tell you that you need to loose weight. Most of them are smoking crack and are usually overweight themselves. If you are comfortable with your body, screw them. Only do it because you want to. And to all of the actresses out there, take a stand. Your male fans love women with curves and the talent you have when performing on the big and small screens.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
ScreenwriterJD's review of NoRestrictions “One Hour Fantasy Girl” (Based on a true story)
Becky Lewis is played by an accomplished actress, Kelly-Ann Tursi. With her obvious talent and skills, Kelly-Ann brings the viewer into the dark world of Becky, which seems to be momentarily spiraling out of control. Even with obstacles, Becky is still determined to make big money and not give up. Kelly-Ann has shown her ability to visually convey the struggle and conflict that has been obviously building up in Becky for years.
Bobby Richards, a kind soul, or so we are led to believe, played by actor Joe Luckay, who comes into Becky's life shortly into the movie. Director Edgar Michael Bravo masterfully manipulates the audience into believing that Bobby will become Becky’s mentor, a savior of sorts...
You will have to watch the movie to find out for sure, sorry.
http://www.onehourfantasygirlmovie.com/ (NoRestrictions Entertainment)
ScreenwriterJD gives it two thumbs up...
Monday, June 15, 2009
Battlestar Galactica Convention in Burbank California
There were two other reasons why I was so happy. The first, I had secured my tickets for the BSG “Battlestar Galactica convention in Burbank. OMG, James Callis and Tricia Helfer were going to be guest speakers! The second, I had the coolest pictures for them to sign. What more could a Sci-Fi geek like me ask for?
Seven hours, Three Orange Julius’s and Two cups of Starbuck’s later, I was walking towards my car thinking, “What a wonderful day. I have spent the entire day at the beach, tomorrow, the convention!” My head began to feel hot. Why?! Crap, I forgot to put sunscreen on my head. We follicle challenged men tend to forget that at times. My head then began to increasingly heat up. I braved the ride home to West LA...
Walking to the apartment my neighbors began to give me odd looks, looks of empathy, sympathy... stupidity... I was beginning to feel a wee bit self conscious so I quickened my pace and entered my apartment. I debated for quite a while. Do I really want to look into the mirror? The looks the neighbor’s were giving me, I began to convince myself my face had become deformed. “I can’t bear anymore, I have to look!”
I slowly made my way to the bathroom. Eyes closed, I turned on the light... “It can’t be that bad”, open your eyes... I slowly opened my eyes... “Oh my god, I look like Julia from Hellraiser! That is after she was sent to hell!” Put it this way, to say my head was dark red is a mild understatement. For those of you that don’t believe you can get second degree burns from the sun, surprise!
RITE AID BOUND... I ran to my car as quickly as I could. I was trying to ignore the continuing odd looks, and now comments from my neighbors. I bought every kind of sunburn remedy that I could find. I could not meet James Callis looking like this... I spent the evening rubbing on creams and spraying on sprays. I was confident that I would look somewhat normal by morning... or so I thought.
Saturday morning! The anticipation was killing me. I had upgraded from a fanny pack to a man purse for this event, a milestone. I packed my man purse with supplies for the day and pictures that I wanted signed. I was ready for a day of excitement. I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth; I looked in the mirror... Oh my god, not only is my face red, but now the top of my head is starting to peel! Do you remember that scene from the movie Poltergeist?
I was now at the convention! I stepped out of the car but suddenly stopped. My eyes gravitated towards a giant banner hung over the building’s entrance. “Battlestar Galactica Convention... sponsored by Creation.” I was in awe... Snapping out of my daze, I placed my cool Battlestar Convention lanyard around my neck, donned my man purse and headed towards the entrance...
A group of young excited children broke away from their parents and stampeded towards me. All speaking at once, “Can I have your autograph”. I asked, “I’m flattered, but why do you want my autograph?” A young boy looked at me smiling from ear to ear, “Aren’t you Darth Maul?” So I did what any other Sci-Fi Geek would do... I signed their autograph book and held my head in shame as I walked away...
What a turn out! Every seat was filled. People were lined against the walls waiting to catch if only just a glimpse of the cast of Battlestar. I found my seat. Watched the “Fan Videos”, wow, there are a lot of talented people. The lights dimmed again. The anticipation in the crowd grew... the announcer spoke... Out walked Ron Moore... the cheering grew louder and louder! Then out came Aaron Douglas, Jamie Bamber, Tahmoh Penikett and Kate Vernon! OMG, Sci-Fi heaven! And then... James Callis and Tricia Helfer... my heart skipped a beat...
...Later. I was in line waiting to get my pictures signed. I watched as James Callis and Tricia were interacting with the fans. It was truly fantastic to see in their faces and hear in their voices the sincerity, the respect they had for the fans. I grew closer and closer. My knees felt as if they were going to buckle. “Oh God, please don’t let me have a panic attack or ramble...” I have a bad habit of doing that time to time... I took out my pictures. It was almost my turn...
James Callis’s handler took my pictures, gave me a warm smile and then laid them out on the table. I was next!
James Callis looked up. His facial expression turned from a smile to a look of bewilderment and he said, “My god man, what happened to your head, do you need medical attention?” All of the other actors and actresses suddenly looked my way. I froze, how do I respond? To my amazement and pure joy he listened as I told what had happened. He honestly let me talk for almost ten minutes; it could have been more... “I love that man”...
To this day James Callis is on my top list of favorite actors...
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Life
Eight hours of writing and two pots of coffee later, re-writing, changing the plot line, I found that I had completed five pages that I was satisfied with. The rest was saved to a disk; maybe I could use it for another scene later in the script.
My intent and hope of this blog is to encourage other writers, actors, etc. not to give up on your ideas or your dreams. It can be hard; sometimes it becomes tedious and then you second guess your gut feeling. And then quit.
I was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin -- you know, Laverne and Shirley, Happy Days. I moved to Menomonee Falls when I was a teenager. As kids, we would joke "Monotony Falls" or "Me-no-money Falls."
I always had a passion for Cinema and the Performing arts. At one point, I wanted to be a dancer, which was ironic since I was 265lbs. In high school I was overweight and not very popular but still determined... I even auditioned for the school plays, but never made the cut. This really bothered me - How could they not see my talent? I played a singing elephant in grade school! ;)
My parents never understood my passion and enthusiasm for the arts. I did not receive the support from them that I felt I deserved. In response, I rebelled, as most teenagers do. I was sent into the military (the Army) at the age of seventeen. The lessons were harsh but I will forever value and respect them.
I have accepted that my parents just will never fully understand the passion. But, in their defense, they are now trying, and I love them dearly for that.
When I got out of the military, I had a difficult time readjusting to civilian life, but through friends I found my way and applied to the Art Institute of Pittsburgh. That is where the story begins
I was living in a six-unit complex outside of Pittsburgh, which was a pleasant change from living in the Allegheny dorms and walking across the bridge. (Mind you, the hike felt like ten miles.) After I moved out of the dorms I would take the T, the tram system, to downtown Pittsburgh and walk the rest of the way to school.
I started writing the first draft of my script in 1996. I had to bring to life a world and characters that nobody had ever seen or heard...
I literally have four completed scripts, but none that I am truly happy with. Thus, I am now in the process of combining the best elements of each into one final product...
Memories of 1987 - October
I was in Grafenwoehr Germany… Grafenwoehr is a military training ground that we used to practice maneuvers. This was not the first time our battalion trained here, nor would it be the last, but this time it would be different. I hadn't been able to put my finger on it… that is not yet.
Four months earlier we had been in Hohenfels, another military training center… that is where I spent my eighteenth birthday… carrying any M16 and ruck sack.
The next week was going to be different; we were all going to be hooked up to M.I.L.E.S. military laser tag, as real as it was going to get to an actual war.
Not wanting to leave the warmth of my army issued cold weather sleeping bag, I finally cleared the sleep from my eyes and quickly jumped out. The best analogy is that it was like jumping into a cold lake, just do it and make it quick… "Oh my God, it is cold".
I said good morning to the "fire guard" on fire watch. You may ask, "What is fire watch?" Well… It is where some lucky person in your tent gets to stay up and make sure that the heater, gasoline fed, does not catch your tent on fire. I quickly got dressed and slowly made my way out of the tent to the M2 burner staging area to begin the preheating process.
Sgt. Monroe was already awake smoking a cigarette outside. He didn't sleep much… he had served so many tours in Vietnam that he had lost count. I really enjoyed talking to him, in-fact, he is the one that gave me my nickname… J.D. (But he would always add "notorious gangster", I don't know why he added that, but it made him smile, and that is all that mattered.)
We watched as the tankers carried the sixty-cals to their tanks. Yes, they looked and are heavy, but I had no sympathy… I had been issued a fifty-cal that I mounted to my deuce and a half (21/2 ton truck) or sat in a 'nest' with. The deuce was used to pick up rations for the mess hall, which in the field is known as an MKT (mobile kitchen trailer).
Monday! I had almost forgotten… Time to head to the make shift motor pool to perform the weekly pm's on the trucks. We were almost like the Battlestar Galactica fleet "rag tag". In-fact, we had a Sgt that would recite the beginning monologue from the 70's version and insert the names of our trucks, it was actually quite humorous.
I carefully fire up the M2's and place them in the MKT's and then proceeded to the area were the rations were stored. I had a secret, picking up a three pound can of coffee I head off to the motor pool.
When I arrived at the motor pool the coffee maker was brewing. As I approached the Master Sgt of the motor pool, he wasn't smiling, that wasn't really a surprise because he really didn't smile that often. Come to think about it, none of us smiled that often while in the field. I then saw an empty coffee can lying on the table next to the coffee pot. Here was my opportunity, I held up the three pound can and then saw a smile begin to break on his face. I placed the can on the table, the exchange had been made. He called over one of the privates, he handed them my pm paperwork and off they went… now you know my secret. It pays to have a bargaining chip.
Now I had some free time… time to explore the area. I have always been curious of my surroundings and I loved to explore. There are hidden bunkers throughout the area. We had been told that if we discovered any, under no circumstances… do not enter, report it, they may be wired to detonate.
I began walking down one of the many trails in the area. I saw empty shells scattered all over the place on the ground, never moved, and never cleaned up. Somehow reality comes up from behind and kicks you… a war was fought on these grounds. I continued down the path when I caught something different out of the corner of my eye… I stopped and doubled back. Buried halfway in the dirt was a pair of pilot goggles, they looked old. Little did I know how old they really where. I carefully removed the dirt away and picked them up and headed back.
I arrived back at the site. Our NCOIC Sgt Kemp smiled when he saw me. One of the few people who made the best of any situation… he was a father figure to most of us. He is a man who I will always admire and never forget. He had a passion for old military relics, in-fact he had collected quite a few… I handed him the goggles… he studied them. He had determined that the goggles had belonged to an American fighter pilot from World War II.
Questions came to my mind… How old was the pilot? Had he been shot down? Had they been taken prisoner? …Did they make it back home? I may never know.
Time to get ready for next weeks simulated war…
My tattoos and some of the meaning behind them
I get asked a lot of questions about my tattoos, I guess tattoos can be used as an icebreaker for people who are at first apprehensive on approaching and talking to me …
Some of the questions people ask… I have to admit, some make me laugh inside, but I have to remember, some people really do not know that much about tattoos or tattooing… And if you don't ask, how will you find out…
…Two of my favorite questions… "Did you get them all at once? Did it hurt?"… Not to belittle anyone, but that would be one long stay at a tattoo parlor… and to answer the second… feels like a cat scratching you.
Another one of my favorites… "Can you remove them if you want? Will they ever come off?"
Seriously, I love when people ask about my tattoos. It usually leads the conversation to who and what I am, what I have accomplished… This helps combat the negative stereotyping that is cast on most tattooed people.
It has taken me a long time to decide what I wanted to get tattooed on me… It took me three years to decide what color to use for the "Griffin" on my forearm… Honestly.
In the beginning… When I was seventeen I joined the United States Army. I was stationed in Kirchgoens Germany… Ayers Kaserne deemed "the Rock". Trust me; there was good reason for that. I was in the 2/32 Armor, 3rd Armored Division "Spearhead".
I couldn't even count how many wonderful people that I had met there… sometimes I wonder how they are, what they are doing… are they alright… alive? …That is another story for later.
I roomed with three other soldiers… three very different individual personalities. Three to four people shared a room in the barracks.
Kyle… Kyle was from Michigan. He and I became closer than my first set of roommates…they were to busy pulling practical jokes on one another.
Disclaimer: Those with a weak stomach… Do not read on. Go to the next paragraph.
I am not going to name names, but while in Germany two of my roommates would play practical jokes on one another… One of my soon to be roommates had become tired of the other always drinking his last beer. He was going to teach him a lesson. He emptied the beer bottle and then relieved himself in the bottle and capped it back up. When the one roommate entered the room, as usual he went to the refrigerator and opened what he thought was the last beer and began to drink… needless to say, this solved the problem of him stealing the last beer.
…as the old soldiers left; new faces come in to take their place.
I believe it was a Friday night. Kyle put on his jacket and said, "Horvath… get your coat. We are going to Giessen". A taxi and then a train ride later, we ended up at the 'Dead Rebel' tattoo parlor… That is ware my adventures in tattooing began.
I have always wanted a tattoo, but what would my mother think… "John, you are in the United States Army for God's sake… you carry an M16, fire a 50 cal"… this is true, but back to the point, what is my mother going to say?
After careful deliberation I decided to get my 'Unit Crest' tattooed on my left arm… "Victory or Death"
…I was very proud of the Unit that I had been assigned to. A few months later I went back to the tattoo parlor and had an American bald eagle tattooed on my right arm…
A friend of mine most definitely remembers that tattoo. I had slept over at her house… the ink from the tattoo bled onto the bed sheets leaving an imprint of the tattoo for her to always remember it.
What did those two tattoos represent to me at that time… the pride I felt at the time defending the freedoms of my country, being in the army… only to find out that the freedoms that I fought for don't all apply to people with tattoo's… such is life… life goes on.
The third tattoo that I had tattooed on me was a "Griffin", which I briefly talked about at the beginning of this blog… I had that tattooed as homage to mythology and sci-fi… I believe I was eighteen when I got that one. I remember my NCOIC telling me that if I got any tattoos on my hands I could be charged with destruction of government property… Wow… I waited until I got back to the "real world"… civilian life, before getting my next one.
Years later… I found an awesome tattoo parlor in Waukesha Wisconsin… the artist's name was Bill… I remember him asking me what I wanted… I have always been partial to 'Custom' tattooing… tattoos that no one else would have except for you. I discussed a spiritual theme with him… I had temples and a cross tattooed on my right upper arm… spirits, depicted as shadow ghosts can be seen looking out the windows of the temple. A cross was then tattooed with light beams streaming from it…
Then came my "Harley years"… I used to ride a 1978 FLH… for those of you not familiar with Harley Davidson's FLH… It is a larger motorcycle… in simple terms… Time to get my Harley tattoo… I actually designed this one… a serpent dragon wrapped around the Harley logo… I put that one on my lower right forearm. Some of my friends remember me with a handle bar mustache and hair… believe it or not I did have hair at one point in my life… never really liked it…
One of my favorite tattoo parlors… "The Black Dragon" across from the famous George Webb restaurant, world's famous chilly. No one has ever answered this question, if it is world famous, how come you can only find George Webb in Wisconsin?
I met an artist named John at the Black Dragon… He helped continue the spiritual theme… he tattooed angels, INRI and tribal fire on my arms… then the center piece on my upper right shoulder. I loved the movie "Jesus Christ Superstar (1973)"… I had Ted Neeley's face, portraying Jesus tattooed on me. The best part is… I actually was able to meet Ted Neeley and show him the tattoo… he was moved… what a gentleman.
John also tattooed one of my favorite tattoos… Helmet of truth and sword of justice… this tattoo has a lot of meaning for me… I would like to keep that meaning to myself for now… sorry.
One of my favorite artists… John Cherevka … what can I say… a prodigy…
I attended the Art Institute of Pittsburgh were John taught. He was informative, knowledgeable and encouraging.
I found out that he tattooed… He tattooed one of my favorite horror monsters on my left forearm… "Pumpkin Head" starring Lance Hendrickson…
I was very fortunate to meet Lance Hendrickson and show him the tattoo… he showed me his dolphin tattoo… and then stated in front of the crowd, "I better be careful on the roles that I choose." Of course the crowd laughed, but I was able to get my picture taken with him…
John was able to tattoo very fine and intricate work on my arm. He also tattooed witch Hagus's house on the back of my arm… she is looking out the window… everyone is always amazed at the detail in his tattooing… he is a true artist.
While living in Arizona I met an artist named Gabe… a very talented artist that started the fill in work on my arms. After my first appointment Gabe took me to an authentic Mexican food stand. We had spent an hour talking about how I wanted to connect all of my themes together. I decided that tribal lines would be the best way without taking away from the separate themes…
My personal tattoo 'turn off'… people who get a tattoo as a fashion statement… Remember, it will be with you for the rest of your life…
Friends and I have collected tattoos for years… each tattoo with personal meanings…
Some people collect art on a canvas… I also collect art; my body is my canvas…
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
"Earth Com" Teaser and Act One
TEASER
FADE IN:
INT. ASTEROID -- CAVERN
The HUVIRE'S PERSPECTIVE, it is dimly lit. The SOUND of heavy BREATHES. Up ahead, a large SHADOW disappears around the corner.
INT. ASTEROID -- ALCOVE
It is dark. The only light, the lucent GLOW from TWO sleek and aerodynamic craft, HUVIRE SCOUT FIGHTERS. Masked by the shadows, two Huvire enter.
EXT. SCOUT FIGHTER ONE
The CANOPY slides shut. The ENGINES RUMBLE as they ignite. A FLASH of light reveals a distorted image of the Huvire, but only for a moment.
INT. SCOUT FIGHTER TWO -- COCKPIT
A CLAWED reptilian like HAND works the instrument panel. The panels LIGHT UP as the SOUND of the ENGINES RUMBLE.
The CANOPY'S PERIPHERAL, the ALCOVE WALL PHASES OUT, reveals SPACE. FIGHTER ONE lifts and speeds out of the cavern.
EXT. ASTEROID BELT
A tense beat, FIGHTER TWO dodges an ASTEROID as it crisscrosses another, collides EXPLODING. The Fighter speeds forward.
A FLASH, TWO PORTALS OPEN, both Fighters enter, the PORTALS CLOSE.
EXT. MOON
On the surface, a semi-transparent CANOPY shelters a MILITARY COLONY. A multilevel SPACE STATION comes into view, the ORBITER.
SUPER: "2180 A.D., Space Station Orbiter"
Coupled to the Station’s lower section, a GLOBAL WARSHIP, on its outer hull, PRINTED: "GE-DIADEM"
INT. WARSHIP -- BRIDGE
Several EM’s enlisted men/women work in the b.g. A woman in a military uniform, Captain’s Bars, stands at the CENTRAL CONSOLE. She is Captain TINA PARK (30's).
PERALTA (O.S.)
Captain!
A young Lieutenant, a career officer, works the TACTICAL CONSOLE. He is LT. CHAD PERALTA (20's).
PERALTA
Our tracking sensors have detected a distortion outside the belt.
(puzzled)
...I am not reading any signatures.
PARK
(looks O.S)
...The Convoy?
A female, the COM OFFICER works at the COMMUNICATIONS CONSOLE, works the keyboard.
COM OFFICER
The convoy is still out of communications range Ma'am.
Park considers for a beat.
PARK
(to Peralta)
...Notify all C T S's and Central Command.
Peralta "Nods" works the console.
EXT. EARTH -- NORTH CONTINENT -- DAY
Nuclear Winter, clouds blanket the sky. QUADRANTS have replaced cities, and are protected by semi-transparent DOMES.
SUPER: "Global Earth, North Continent"
A FLASH, a PORTAL OPENS, SCOUT FIGHTER TWO glides out, accelerates towards the Earth’s surface.
The SOUND of electrical BEEPS, a SPHERICAL tracking satellite, a TRACKER, slowly enters and follows.
INT. WARSHIP -- BRIDGE
ALL at work at consoles. An ALERT!
PERALTA
Captain, N C T S has confirmed a second distortion... It has been detected over the north continent. Signature confirmed...
(off console)
It is a Huvire scout.
PARK
Impossible!
She reads her monitor.
PARK (CONT'D)
(to Com Officer)
Advise all military outposts, level three alert...
(to Peralta)
Lieutenant, activate Delta!
PERALTA
Captain, as the Diadem's tactical officer I must advise you... We will be in violation of G P airspace without prior N C T S authorization.
PARK
I understand. ...Activate Delta Lieutenant!
He works the console.
PARK (CONT’D)
Status on the transports?
COM OFFICER
No Ma’am.
PARK
Upload last known coordinates.
(to Peralta)
Two trackers armed, off Com’s coordinates.
PERALTA
Yes Ma'am.
INT. ORBITER -- PORT LAUNCH TUBE
An ALERT SOUNDS. Busy! It is hot, dirty and oily. Mechanics service Military Fighters, A17’s nicknamed STINGERS. PILOT'S scramble to the Fighters!
A RAIL CRANE transports a TRACKER. Warning ALARMS SOUND as it moves forward. A GRUNT CREW attaches a second TRACKER it lifts.
EXT. ORBITER -- BAY/PORT LAUNCH TUBE
In formation, the STINGERS speed away. The TRACKERS tumble out spinning. Leveling, engines ignite, they slowly move forward. A PORTAL OPENS, the Trackers enter, the PORTAL CLOSES.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
EXT. CITY ZONE ONE -- DAY
A large LAKE, the SOUND of RUMBLING as a PASSENGER TRANSPORT passes and races towards the CITY.
SUPER: "North Continent, Earth City Zone, Quadrant Thirteen"
EXT. GOVERNMENTAL DISTRICT -- BUILDINGS -- DAY
It is busy! A GLOBAL EARTH flag billows. Below it a QUADRANT THIRTEEN flag.
SUPER: "Quadrant Thirteen Governmental Distract"
EXT. GLOBAL POLICE PRECINCT -- DAY
Above the PRECINCT BUILDING entrance a SIGN: "Global Police Precinct CZ13-1"
An ODD MAN, seemingly anxious and paranoid, carries a BACKPACK, quickly walking. He slows down as a GLOBAL POLICE OFFICER approaches. He forces a smile.
EXT. GOVERNMENTAL BUILDING -- DAY
On the building a large sign: "Governmental District Thirteen" and to the side, a smaller sign: "Global 13 News"
The Odd Man crosses the intersection. Almost STRUCK, he makes an obscene gesture, continues across. He blends in with a GROUP and enters the GOVERNMENTAL BUILDING.
INT. GOVERNMENTAL BUILDING -- OFFICE -- DAY
In the b.g. an ANCHOR WOMAN sits at the NEWS DESK, prepares. The DIRECTOR sits at a desk, works a keyboard. A woman, long dark hair, 50’s style, sits next to him. She is DANNI MALLIOT (28).
DANNI
Sir, you know I’m going to need at least four mobiles. That's not an unreasonable request.
DIRECTOR (CONT'D)
Sometimes Danni, you’re going to be in situations were your resources are going to be limited. Better you learn to deal with it now. ...You get three.
Danni "Huffs".
DIRECTOR (CONT’D)
Do you think you can handle that Danni?
She "Smirks", stands.
DANNI
You know, I talked to Goen.
DIRECTOR
Goen... the archeological dig outside the Quadrant...
DANNI
I was thinking... that is if you could clear it with the Assembly... maybe I could...
DIRECTOR
(interrupts)
Listen Danni, you want to prove to me that you are ready for more responsibility? Don't screw this up!
Danni "Huffs".
DIRECTOR (CONT'D)
You're a good reporter, but sometimes you tend to be ...just a little reckless.
DANNI
You call it reckless... I call it hard reporting!
DIRECTOR
(direct)
You assaulted a Global Officer!
DANNI
Charges were dropped.
DIRECTOR (CONT'D)
(frustrated, sighs)
Damn it, would you listen to what I am trying to tell you Danni?! Take a moment, breathe. Think before you react.
Danni crosses her arms. A well-dressed woman, sharp and witty, enters carrying papers. She is SHARON UNSON (30's), the Governor's assistant.
SHARON
Danni, Danni Malliot?
DANNI
Yes...?
SHARON
Mr. Allman has requested your presence at his office.
Danni confused, looks to the Director. He "Shrugs" his shoulders.
SHARON (CONT’D)
The Spokesman is waiting Ms. Malliot.
DANNI
Yes, of course...
Danni exits.
SHARON
Has Mr. Morlan arrived?
He works the keyboard, looks at the Monitor.
DIRECTOR
He’s been checked through, he should be here shortly. ...So, what does the Spokesman need with Danni?
SHARON
He didn’t say.
She meets him, sits, and seductively crosses her legs.
DIRECTOR (CONT’D)
Anyway, I have to give the Spokesman credit. A televised Quadrant event, morale is high... A brilliant move!
SHARON
I would like to think I could be credited also. But I have even bigger news.
(an even smile)
My bid for the Governor's seat has been submitted. I should know soon if my application has been approved.
DIRECTOR
Congratulations Sharon. So, I am assuming that the Governor has locked in the Assembly seat.
(beat)
And the Spokesman? I would expect him to submit his bid.
SHARON
We will cross that bridge when we get to it. Still, it wouldn't hurt to continue keeping me happy.
Escorted by a Global Officer ROBERT MORLAN (40’s) enters and meets Sharon.
SHARON (CONT'D)
Mr. Morlan. I am Sharon Unson. The Governor's assistant. He asked that I ensured that you receive this.
He takes the paper, reads.
MORLAN
(off paper)
You can't be serious?
SHARON
Guidelines... What you can and cannot say pertaining to the mechanics or inner working of the canopy.
MORLAN
With all due respect Sharon...
SHARON
Assistant Unson...
MORLAN
My apologies Assistant Unson... But I should have received this at least a week ago.
She pivots, exits--
SHARON
You’re a smart man Mr. Morlan, I’m sure you will figure something out.
Morlan "Steams". The Director meets him.
DIRECTOR
We are very excited to have you with us here at Global Thirteen... If you would come with me please...
INT. ALLMAN QUARTER'S -- REBECCA'S BEDROOM -- DAY
The ALARM CLOCK FLASHES "0900 A.M." A KNOCK! There is movement from under the bed.
SARINA (O.S.)
Rebecca.
A teenage girl pops up. She brushes her dark hair away revealing GREEN EYES. She is REBECCA ALLMAN (17). The door opens SARINA ALLMAN (40's) peaks in.
SARINA
It's nine o’clock sweetheart.
REBECCA
Ten more minutes, please?
SARINA
I think your brother would like to see you before he leaves. Besides, I have coffee brewing.
She exits. Rebecca slowly steps out of bed.
INT. BATHROOM -- DAY
Rebecca, in the SHOWER, turns. SCARS cover her back. She dries off. Looking into the MIRROR, fusses with her hair, "Sighs", pulls it back into a ponytail. She picks up a PILL BOTTLE, takes TWO PILLS.
INT. GOVERNMENTAL BUILDING -- LOBBY -- DAY
It is busy. The Odd Man follows a GROUP to a SCANNING STATION. A large muscular young man stands behind him. He is SCOTT HURLEY aka TINY (20). The Odd Man enters, BUZZ! An OFFICER meets him.
OFFICER
Sir, you will need to stand to the side! odd MAN
(breathing hard)
Why did you stop me?
(crazed)
You shouldn't have stopped me! I did nothing wrong!
OFFICER (CONT'D)
I am only going to ask you one more time. Stand to the side! You do not want to cause a scene!
A tense beat, the Odd Man steps to the side.
Odd MAN
You don’t understand... I can't be delayed... you don't understand!
(whispers)
I have a very important message for the Governor!
He reaches into his pocket. The Officer grasps his weapon.
OFFICER
Sir, slowly remove your hand from your pocket.
ODD MAN
(eye twitches)
Not a good idea. I think he is going to want to see what I have. ...He's forgotten. ...Why has he forgotten?
The Odd Man pulls out his hand. A SHOT is FIRED! SCREAMS from O.S., he slumps over. The PAMPHLET and BACKPACK falls to the ground. A CYLINDER looking device rolls out. Unnoticed, Hurley pockets the device.
INT. ALLMAN'S QUARTERS -- LIVING ROOM -- DAY
Rebecca sits with her legs up watching a FLAT SCREEN TELEVISION. An ARCHEOLOGY TEAM places SURGICAL EQUIPMENT and TOOLS from the 1900's on a table.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Outside of Quadrant Thirteen in what we now refer to as the old city, the archeological team has made a discovery of a lifetime.
(beat)
To their astonishment they learn that before the Great War twenty-first century surgical procedures were primitive, almost barbaric by today's standards.
A foot operated MACHINE--
NARRATOR (V.O.)
A variety of tools could be attached to this foot-operated device.
A TEAM MEMBER demonstrates operating the device.
NARRATOR (V.O.) (CONT'D)
It had many uses. If the patient complained of a toothache, a drill was attached.
A TEAM MEMBER attaches a DRILL.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
No numbing agent was given. We can only imagine what the patient experienced.
Rebecca cringes, turns the channel.
SARINA (O.S.)
Rebecca! Breakfast!
REBECCA
(shouts)
One minute! I’m coming!
INT. KITCHEN -- DAY
Breakfast is set. Two teenage boys dressed in MILITARY UNIFORMS sit with Sarina. She looks to the dark hair athletic boy, JAMES ALLMAN (20).
JAMES
It's hard to believe that it has already been three years at the academy, now graduation.
SARINA
You know your father and I are so proud of you James. He really wanted to see you before you left, but with the ceremony, the arrangements...
JAMES
Mom, I understand.
Sarina stands, pours two cups.
SARINA
Your father has worked so hard on all of the details.
The second boy is handsome, a real ladies man. He is BRANDON JEFFERSON (19).
BRANDON
To my knowledge no one in this Quadrant has ever seen a canopy activated since before the Great War...
He is distracted as Rebecca enters.
SARINA (CONT’D)
(to Rebecca)
I have a cup for you on the table.
Brandon’s eyes momentarily meet Rebecca’s. He quickly looks away.
SARINA
John is going crazy with the zone prohibitionists... "Just want their voices heard". This is exactly how the Faction movement gained momentum.
(downbeat)
I can't believe that people have forgotten already. I just don't understand their fear of progress.
REBECCA
They’re skeptical Mom. Today’s policies and restrictions concerning the Earth Workers...
JAMES
They are not worried about policy... this has everything to do with control.
REBECCA
Why is it that all Governmental Workers think their voices should be heard above everyone else?
JAMES
Dad, Amber, me... even Brandon, we are Governmental Rebecca.
REBECCA
And there are times you act like it...
James "Rolls" his eyes.
SARINA
You are certainly your father's daughter aren’t you?
Rebecca proudly "Smiles".
BRANDON
(to Sarina)
Speaking of, I'd like to thank you and Mr. Allman again for opening your home to me this weekend.
SARINA
It was our pleasure. I just wish that you could have come over more often.
BRANDON
I appreciate that.
(to James)
I was thinking, maybe a ceremony similar to yours and Amber’s.
JAMES
(nods)
Yeah.
SARINA
Let me talk to John. I’m sure he can talk to the Ceremonial administrator.
BRANDON
Thank you.
SARINA
Lilly is a lucky woman to have found a man like you.
REBECCA
(a subtle smile)
I would have to agree.
James "Rolls his eyes".
SARINA
(to Brandon)
Our home is always open to you.
BRANDON
Thank you Mrs. Allman, that means a lot.
JAMES
(to Brandon)
Well, we better get going. Amber and I have plans for tonight. It’s been awhile since we have had any alone time.
REBECCA
I love you and everything, but I really don’t want to hear about your alone time James.
James "Shakes" his head, stands, hugs Sarina.
JAMES
Tell dad I'll call him next week with the details.
Sarina "Nods".
REBECCA
Make sure to tell Amber I said hello. ...Love you.
JAMES
You too...
(to Brandon)
Are you ready?
Brandon "Nods".
REBECCA
Brandon...
He looks to her.
REBECCA (CONT'D)
If you or Lilly need help with anything, let me know.
BRANDON
I’m sure Lilly will appreciate that. Thanks.
Both exit.
INT. HALLWAY -- DAY
A group of excited REPORTERS pass Danni. She stops a MALE REPORTER.
DANNI
What's going on?
MALE REPORTER
You didn’t hear? The Globes shot a man at the scanning station!
DANNI
What!
MALE REPORTER
Rumor is that he was a member of the Faction. Are you coming?
DANNI
(considers, sighs)
I can't...
He "Shrugs" his shoulders, continues.
DANNI (CONT'D)
Damn it! I hope this is worth it.
(continues forward)
This better be worth it!
INT. SPOKESMAN'S OFFICE -- DAY
AWARDS, CREDENTIALS and COMMENDATIONS are hung on the wall. A ruggedly handsome well-dressed man works at a desk. He is JOHN ALLMAN (40’s). A SECRETARY works next to him.
Danni enters, clears her throat. John looks to her.
DANNI
Mr. Spokesman, Danni Malliot. Ms. Unson said that you wanted to see me.
JOHN
Yes, Ms. Malliot, please come in.
She meets him.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Have a seat.
She sits.
JOHN (CONT’D)
I understand that you will be overseeing the coverage for today’s activation.
DANNI
That’s correct Sir.
JOHN
Today’s ceremony is an extremely important event to me.
DANNI
(anxious)
Mr. Spokesman, I know what you’re going to say... I realize that I may have been difficult in the past, but I promise you that it will never happen again...
Before she can finish, he hands her a CHIP (similar to a flash drive) stamped with the Spokesman's SEAL.
DANNI (CONT'D)
Your seal Sir, I don’t understand.
He "Smiles". He is up to something.
INT. MORGUE -- DAY
REPORTERS strain to peak inside. The Door closes. Covered BODIES lie on tables.
SUPER: "MEDICAL CENTER MORGUE"
A MEDICAL EXAMINER stands over the body of the Odd Man. A sharp INSTRUMENT cuts into his WRIST. TENDONS are exposed.
MEDICAL EXAMINER (O.S.)
This man's I D F chip has been removed.
A man wears a commissioner's uniform, hard-core, hardened by the years, steps in. He is COMMISSIONER CORDERO (late 40's).
CORDERO
No dental records, fingerprints?
Medical Examiner lifts the HAND, points.
MEDICAL EXAMINER
The tips of this man’s fingers have been removed.
He removes the Odd Man’s FALSE TEETH.
MEDICAL EXAMINER (CONT'D)
Unfortunately without his identification chip, there is really nothing else I can do.
CORDERO
...His personal belongings? My office has not received them.
MEDICAL EXAMINER
The Spokesman requested that everything be brought to his office.
Cordero's nostrils flare.
CORDERO
I see.
A WOMAN enters. Visually overwhelmed, covers her mouth.
WOMAN
Commissioner Cordero, they are waiting for you.
CORDERO
(to the Medical Examiner)
Good day...
Cordero pivots, exits. The Woman follows.
INT. GOVERNOR'S OFFICE -- NIGHT
A distinguished looking man sits, reads the PAMPHLET from earlier. He is Governor RICHARD BURICH (50's). A YOUNG WOMAN enters.
YOUNG WOMAN
Governor, Governor Reid of Quadrant Twenty Two is on line for you.
RICHARD
Tell him I am in a meeting. ...Tell him that I will get back to him as soon as I am free.
She "Nods", exits. He then looks mid-distance--
INT. ALLEY -- DAY (FLASHBACK)
An OLD MAN stands to the front of a GROUP holding a PAMPHLET.
SUPER: "Quadrant Thirteen, 2132 A.D., Forty-eight Years Previous"
OLD MAN
We all are being deceived. It has been documented. At one time the continents had been known as countries. Each country had a unique form of government.
A COUPLE "Shake" their heads, exit.
OLD MAN (CONT'D)
Our ancestors lived on the north continent, our continent, and were once a free people.
He looks to a young boy, RICHARD BURICH (10) standing with a YOUNG GIRL (13).
OLD MAN (CONT'D)
Our continent was known as a republic. Its government recognized an individual's rights.
YOUNG BURICH
My friend says you are a Renegade? Is she right?
OLD MAN
Some call us Renegade's, but I prefer to be called a freedom fighter.
An ANGRY MAN steps forward.
ANGRY MAN
You are criminals. Lying to children... Why do you fool the people with your foolishness... lies about our past?
OLD MAN
(to Burich)
Sir, no one is forcing you to listen.
The Angry Man makes a hand gesture, exits.
OLD MAN (CONT’D)
(to Burich)
What is your name young man?
YOUNG BURICH
Richard. Richard Burich.
OLD MAN
Mr. Burich, do you no what truth and honor means...?
Richard looks to the Old Man, "Nods" Yes.
OLD MAN (CONT'D)
Honorable men and woman, Freedom Fighters like me, also known as the Faction, are searching for the truth.
In the b.g. the Angry Man approaches with THREE GLOBAL POLICE OFFICERS.
OLD MAN (CONT'D)
We are slowly discovering and piecing bits of our past together. We will find out what really happened before the Great War.
OFFICER ONE
Break it up!
(meets the Old Man)
Cuff him!
OLD MAN
What is the charge Officer?
OFFICER TWO seizes the pamphlet, reads.
OFFICER TWO
(off pamphlet)
Renegade propaganda!
Weapon aimed--
OFFICER ONE
(to Old Man)
Who gave this to you?
The Old Man remains silent.
OFFICER ONE (CONT'D)
I can commute your sentence. That is if you work with me.
(whispers)
Think about your family, your friends. The shame the embarrassment you will bring on them.
OLD MAN
(boldly)
Shame! Shame is the government hiding the truth from its own people. What are you so afraid of?
(to Richard, smiles)
The truth shall set us all free.
OFFICER TWO
Have it your way Old Man...
Richard’s eyes widen at the SOUND of a SHOT FIRED! The Old Man slumps over bleeding. The PAMPHLET falls to the ground, reads: "History Fact vs Fiction... history was documented before 2062, before the Great War"
END FLASHBACK:
INT. SPACE STATION (ORBITER) -- SHUTTLE BAY
Park exits the LIFT and enters a small bay. She continues towards a TRANSPORT SHUTTLE, enters.
EXT. SHUTTLE BAY
The TRANSPORT SHUTTLE speeds out. It heads towards the Station's UPPER SECTION.
INT. SPACE STATION (ORBITER) -- COMMAND CENTRAL
MP's Military Police stand guard. At the CENTRAL MONITORING SYSTEM high-ranking OFFICERS work sophisticated MONITORING EQUIPMENT.
SUPER: "Space Station Orbiter’s Central Command"
Park enters. She looks to LARGE SCREENS displaying GRAPHS, STAR CHARTS and WORLDS in other SOLAR SYSTEMS. An MP holds a SCANNER, scans her wrist, and clears her through. She walks O.S.
END OF ACT ONE
I served in the United States Army… I joined when I was seventeen, which was in 1986… (You will hopefully see how this ties in with the blog)…
Entertainment (in all forms… movies, music, television) is so important… especially in a world full of turmoil and uncertainty.
I, as a soldier, saw this first hand… I am proud to say that I served my country… I am proud of all the military personnel serving today…
While in the field, I remember movie night (and of course beer)… One of the first movies I saw was called "About last night"… and a stand up comedian named Eddie Murphy's movie called "Delirious". It was important to keep our minds off the negative… even if it was only for an hour and a half…
In 1986 we received only one station… AFRTS (Armed Forces radio and Television Service), since it had only one station, we had are own name for it… FARTS TV… but that is how I became a TREKIE… it aired the debut of Star Trek's "Next Generation"… the launching of my love for Sci-Fi…
We did have a movie theatre on our Kaserne (a military post)… but the problem was they did not get a movie until a year from its original release… We couldn't wait to see the ground breaking effects of "Who framed Roger Rabbit"… or a father who had passed but walked out of a corn field to see his son in "The field of dreams"…
I can remember walking to the military PX… so excited; I had saved up for the newest technology… the auto reverse walkman cassette player… I really wanted to listen to my music while on maneuvers… to keep my mind off of being anxious… nervous… and sometimes scared. I would listen to a band called "Ultravox" and "Phil Collins"… and "OMD"… These bands shared my eighteenth birthday with me out in the field…
…I am excited to have a "Myspace" friend that is a true artist and musician… his name is "Skully" on my "Myspace" top friends list… stop by and listen to his beautiful music…
When I was serving… women were not allowed to serve in combat armed MOS's… on our post, there were no woman… so imagine the excitement when the mess hall received a video jukebox and they had videos of the "Bangles"…
I was still oversees when CD's were becoming popular…
I will never forget this… a friend I shared a room in the barracks and I went to the PX… we were looking at the CD's… He looked at the CD cover of a new band called "Poison"… He looked at me and said… "Damn JD… those are some hot looking chicks"… I did all I could do to not laugh… and said, "Those are dudes dude"… (The birth of glam rock… this paragraph really wasn't relevant to the point… but I thought it was funny…)
We all need a way to escape… mine and others are using television shows to do exactly that… That is why I think we get so upset when a program is cancelled… they just caused a ripple in our get away (break from reality)…
Some of my favorite shows are… "Dead like me", "Ghost Hunters", "Stargate", "Atlantis", "Battlestar Galactica", "LOST", "Everyone loves Raymond", "Brothers and sisters", "Traveler" and "Jericho"…and older shows such as… "Buffy and Angel", "Nowhere Man", "The Invisible Man"… (Anything Sci-Fi) …you get the picture…
I absolutely love going to the Sci-Fi conventions… You get to meet others that share the same passion and enjoyment that you get out of a program… when the actor or actress of that show is kind to you… what a bonus…
One such Actress is Ellen Muth… When I met her, (I babbled so much… I don't know if she even understood a single word I was saying)… (but still listened to every word I was saying)… I was so excited… I was able to express to her how much I loved "Dead Like Me"…
Working at Sony Pictures (Private Security)… I don't normally get star struck… but Ellen had such a beautiful soul… so kind… (a genuine kindness)
Another up and coming Actress is Melora (a kind and beautiful spirit and woman)… (Check out her Myspace page 'my second friend on my friends list')… say hello…
In conclusion… you may not have been in the military… but still, you may have frustrations… problems (every day drama)… or a high stress job… a police officer… firefighter… or (an actor or actress)… (or even in college or high school... deciding what to do with your life ) …etc…
…It is alright to want to escape in the world of music, movies or television…
