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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TEASER</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. – HUB – STREET – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see PSYCHOMELTDOWN kneeling in the center of the street, head back, and yelling something.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Pull in.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
<em> (yelling) </em><br />
AAAALLLLYYYYSSSOONNNN!!!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Pan toward the building and we see the door open. ALYSON HANNIGAN pokes her head out.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ALYSON HANNIGN </strong><br />
I said go away!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
Please! I just wanna talk!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ALYSON HANNIGAN </strong><br />
We have nothing to talk about.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
PLEASE!!!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ALYSON HANNIGAN </strong><br />
Fine.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PSYCHOMELTDOWN jumps to his feet and scurries to the door, a grin on his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
I’ve been reading this book that<br />
says girls like a guy who’s persistent.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ALYSON HANNIGAN </strong><br />
Oh God…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
and that you shouldn’t give up<br />
trying to get what you want.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ALYSON HANNIGAN </strong><br />
Didn’t I sign a restraining order<br />
against you?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
and that through constant badgering you can wear down<br />
their will and make them yours forever and ever.<br />
<em> (grins) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ALYSON HANNIGAN </strong><br />
Look, I’ve been meaning to tell you this.<br />
But I already have someone in my life.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
Doctor What?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ALYSON HANNIGAN </strong><br />
No. Someone new. Someone better.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The door opens wider to reveal FLOCCULENCIO in a too short bathrobe.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
Hey, what’s up?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PSYCHOMELTDOWN stares for a moment.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
<em> (shocked and horrified) </em><br />
HIM????<br />
HIMMM?????</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
What can I say? Girls love the goat.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
HIMMM!!!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ALYSON HANNIGAN </strong><br />
I’m sorry you had to find out this way.<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Well, actually I’m really not.<br />
I’m glad you found out this way.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
HIMMM!!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
Dude, you’re running our fun.<br />
Get lost.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
I.. I…<br />
<em> (begins tearing up) </em><br />
I… I…<br />
<em> (runs off sobbing) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The two stand there for a moment. FLOCCULENCIO hand slide to ALYSON HANNIGAN’S hips.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
So…<br />
<em> (grins) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ALYSON HANNIGAN </strong><br />
<em> (pushing him away) </em><br />
Get your hands off me, fiend.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
Hey, now. You’re the one who came running here.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ALYSON HANNIGAN </strong><br />
Only to get away from him!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
And into my arms?<br />
<em> (grins) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ALYSON HANNIGAN </strong><br />
Oh my God. Is Doctor What the<br />
only decent one among your crew?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
I’m pretty decent… in bed.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">ALYSON HANNIGAN storms off and disappears into the crowds.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The door opens wider and MICHAEL stands beside FLOCCULENCIO, also in a too short bathrobe.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MICHAEL </strong><br />
The red headed devil woman gone?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
You really gotta stop calling her that.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MICHAEL </strong><br />
What did she want?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
Hiding from Psycho.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MICHAEL </strong><br />
<em> (nods) </em><br />
I see…<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
So we going to do this or not?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
Yeah, yeah.<br />
Don’t be in such a rush.<br />
You gotta take these things slow and enjoy it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">FLOCCULENCIO turns and walks toward a back room, leaving MICHAEL at the door.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MICHAEL </strong><br />
<em> (shouting after) </em><br />
Hey, I’m not the one complaining.<br />
Doc says he’s losing feeling in his hands!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">A too short bathrobe hits MICHAEL in the face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MICHAEL </strong><br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Hey! Wait for me!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">CUT TO OPENING CREDITS:</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; color: red; font-size: x-large;">AH.COM: The Series</span></strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>“GBW CONQUERS THE NYMPHOMANIACS OF MARS” </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Written By : PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ACT I</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT.  – DEVASTATED CITY  &#8211;  DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Smoke rises from craters dotting a ruined city, we see odd looking vessels soaring across the air.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A woman rises from behind a broken slab of concrete and raises what looks to be a rocket launcher onto her shoulders.  She fires off a rocket then dives into a sewer opening a few feet away.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see one of the ships in the sky exploded dramatically.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Fade out:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – HIDEOUT – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a ladder descend and a woman, the women from before, make her way down it.  Another woman is sitting at a station, headphones on her head and twisting knobs on a radio set.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ROCKET WOMAN </strong><br />
Anything?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> RADIO GIRL </strong><br />
Nada. It’s nothing but static.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Another woman walks in.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THIRD WOMAN </strong><br />
It’s a damned waste of time, I tell you.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ROCKET WOMAN </strong><br />
We must have faith.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> RADIO GIRL </strong><br />
They’ll contact us. I know they will.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THIRD WOMAN </strong><br />
You’re all damned fools!<br />
<em> (stalks off) </em><br />
They’re not coming back.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – HUB – PUB – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see GBW sitting at a booth, alone, a cup of tea before him.  He’s flipping through a book.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Another figure walks up and slides into the seat across from him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (looking up) </em><br />
Huh?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The other figure is THE BALD IMPOSTER.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Hey.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Can I help you?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
I’m sure you can.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (uncomfortable silence) </em><br />
I don’t know what the guys have been<br />
telling you, but I’m not homosexual.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
What?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Look, it may just seem that way, but I assure<br />
you that I like the female half of the gender.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Dude. I’m not hitting on you.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
You sure?<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Why not?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Damn it.<br />
This is why I don’t come to bars anymore.<br />
You try talking to some other guy and<br />
they immediately think you’re gay.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
It was more the overly tight muscle shirt,<br />
the too groomed appearance, and the fact<br />
that you’re sporting a gay pride button.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
I’m what?<br />
<em> (pulls off button) </em><br />
Damn it! That explains all the guys hitting on me!<br />
<em> (tosses away button) </em><br />
Look, I’m here because I’ve heard you can do things.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Again, I’m not gay.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
No. I’m looking to join a crew of a ship.<br />
I hear you’re the person to ask.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Me? Who told you that?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Some guy named Bruno.<br />
Said you’d know how to handle me.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (sighs) </em><br />
I think he thought you were gay.<br />
What did you actually say to him?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
I heard he was the captain of a ship.<br />
So I came up to him and told him of I wanted to join him and<br />
didn’t mind the rough and dirty business.  Then he said Kit was<br />
gone for the evening, but that you could take care of me.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (sighing again) </em><br />
Bugger. They keep thinking I’m gay.<br />
Why is that!<br />
<em> (muttering) </em><br />
I’ll show them.. I’ll show them all!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
So this ship you captain. How is it to be one of the crew?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Um…<br />
I’m not really the ca-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A woman walks up, JAMIE.  Behind her are two other women, DREW and JESSIE.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
You’re a ship captain?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Uh…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
<em> (jumping up and grinning) </em><br />
I’m his partner and first mate.<br />
You’re the closest pair of guys you’ll ever meet!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Uh…<br />
<em> (glances at Bald Imposter) </em><br />
excuse us for a moment please?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW pulls aside THE BALD IMPOSTER.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
What are you doing?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Hey, man. Don’t’ worry. It’s not like I’m cutting<br />
in on you. Just let me pretend to be you’re<br />
first mate and let me score with one of them.<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Please?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Okay…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They turn back to the three women.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (smiling broadly) </em><br />
Yup. I’m a ship captain.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Oh, thank god we found one.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
It’s about time too.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JESSIE smiles and pulls out a stun gun.  She zaps GBW.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Holy crap.<br />
Look I’m not-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JESSIE zaps him too.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
We taking both of them?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
We might as well. Two are better than one.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They drag both GBW and THE BALD IMPOSTER out of the door.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> ANOTHER PART OF THE PUB </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT and WEAPON M are sitting at a table, drinking.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Hey, am I seeing things or did GBW just get<br />
dragged out of the bar by some girl?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
Yup.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
I thought he liked guys?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
There’s a type of girl that seems to like gay guys.<br />
Figure they think they can probably turn ‘em or<br />
something by sexing them up good.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Lucky bastard.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
Yup.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The two continue drinking.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. – HUB SPACE – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a clunky smoky rusty looking ship lurch it’s way from the docks, belching a huge cloud of smoke.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – SHIP – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see GBW stir.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">There are voices talking around him, the female voices of his captors and another voice, a deeper and rougher voice.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ROUGH VOICE </strong><br />
Now, see here Missy. You said you’d<br />
have the damned payment.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Look, I clearly stated that payment would be<br />
given when we arrived back to my planet.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ROUGH VOICE </strong><br />
Well, I think we could work out a deal, little lady.<br />
I can accept… All Forms of payment.<br />
If you catch my drift.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Don’t’ you worry about your payment.<br />
We’ll give it to you, we just need to hurry back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ROUGH GUY </strong><br />
May be so, little darlin’ but me and my boys<br />
are looking for a little… upfront payment.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">There’s a lurid chuckle of unseen men.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Fuck you.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ROUGH GUY </strong><br />
Readin’ my mind, girlie.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW’s eyes snap open and he clamors to his feet.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
What the hell is going on here?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The scene is simple, the women who kidnapped him are standing against the bulkhead while the Rough Voice fellow is standing, grinning, with several men behind him. They all have the look of rough and dirty men.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I suggest we turn this ship around and return to the Hub.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ROUGH GUY </strong><br />
Best keep your opinions to yourself, boyo.<br />
Else you’ll be breathing vaccum like these<br />
girls will be when we’re done with ‘em.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Go to hell, all of you.<br />
Lay one hand on us and you’ll be regretting<br />
it for the rest of your very short lives.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The men begin laughing hysterically.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ROUGH GUY </strong><br />
Girl, you shouldn’t make<br />
threats you can&#8217;t keep..</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Well, it’s a good thing I’m a gentlemen, ain’t it?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BALD IMPOSTER throws himself at the Rough Men.  GBW quickly digs into his pocket, pulling out various bits and things, he begins sorting them out.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The women join the fray, kicking and slapping at the Rough Men.  THE BALD IMPOSTER kicks a man in the crotch, while pummeling another.  Three of the Rough Men are down, and the leader of the group is rolling about the floor, the girl JESSIE strangling him.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW puts together a small device and points it at the mass of fighting.  He depresses a button and energy seems to crackle in the room. Suddenly everyone’s staggering about, looking cross eyed and confused. GBW points the device at each Rough Man and they fall to the floor unconscious. Within moments all the Rough Men are down and out.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BALD IMPOSTER sits down on a chair, holding his head.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Man, it feels like that time I went drinking<br />
and woke up in a bed full of guys.<br />
<em> (GBW looks at him askance) </em><br />
No. Not that way, damn it. I mean by the headache,<br />
it reminds me of that night. And the guys, it was<br />
the drunk tank that only had one bed, so everyone<br />
tried getting in it. I didn’t have sex with those guys!<br />
I’m not gay!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I didn’t say anything.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A long silence descends in the room.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW looks at the women, who are nursing a couple of small injuries.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Care to explain?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They look at one another.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JAMIE stands up and clears her throat.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
It’s difficult to begin.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW walks to a computer and begins hitting buttons, various diagrams flash across the screen.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Looks like we’re in for a longish ride.<br />
Please start from the beginning.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The three women look at one another.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
See, I told you he was a captain.<br />
I mean he knows how to use those computers.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
He doesn’t look very captain-y.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Not to interrupt, but you’ve seem to have skipped<br />
the introductory portion of the storytelling.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
We came to get a captain.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
I was a captain once.<br />
But then they fixed the computer error and<br />
kicked me back to a private.<br />
Best ten minutes of my life.<br />
All those men doing what I said.<br />
<em> (grins dreamily) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Our world is in desperate need of a captain.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Again, that’s jumping to the middle of the explanation.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
We didn&#8217;t have time to negotiate for one that was experienced.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
So we decided we might as well just kidnap one.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
It’s a horrible way to do things, but you have to understand.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
We were desperate.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
And we were willing to do what it took to save our world.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">GBW rubs his forehead.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Somewhere in there was an explanation, I’m sure.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
No prob, girls.<br />
No prob at all.<br />
Me and captain…<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
what’s your name again?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
GBW.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Me and captain GBW wouldn’t let damsels in distress go unassisted.<br />
There ain’t no situation too hard, no man too strong, or oily, or sweaty,<br />
or ruggedly handsome in a Robert Redford sort of way that we won’t go down on…<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Take down! I mean take down!<br />
There’s no guy we’d take down…<br />
For girls, that is…<br />
<em> (nervous laugh) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’m sure your situation is grave, but you have to understand that<br />
kidnapping is not a way to resolve the situation. The Hub is filled<br />
with people who would willingly help you out. Hell the AH.com<br />
ship fights evil for far less reasons. I’m sure if-</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">There’s a crash and a boom</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
What the hell?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW lurches for a control panel, tapping out command.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I think we’re begin pulled out of Transit Space.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
What does that mean?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Someone’s scanning the Transpace around this universe,<br />
looking for anyone that might be coming into it.  Now that<br />
they’ve spotted us, they’re forcing us to surface in real<br />
space, in a spot they choose.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
They can do that?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
It takes some high tech to do it and<br />
most of the time it’s not very successful.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
What happens if it’s not successful?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Can you say “Big Kaboom”?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT – SPACE – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a badly formed vortex appear, from out of it spews the smoky ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The vortex vanishes and we pull back a bit and see dozens of ships encircling it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – SMOKY SHIP – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW and the others look at the screen.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Let me guess.<br />
The bad guys?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Yeah. They’re the bad guys alright.<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Um. Can we run or something.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (looking at the ships controls) </em><br />
I’m surprised this piece of junk survived the exit.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Hey, I think they’re hailing us.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Hopefully we can get some answers here.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Be careful, this is one scary dude.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The tiny view monitor comes to life, showing an attractive woman in a severe looking military uniform. She can be seen smoking a long stem cigarette.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Uh.. hello?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MILITARY WOMAN </strong><br />
This is Admiral Watson of the New World Unification fleet.<br />
Power down your vessel and prepare to be boarded.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
<em> (displeased) </em><br />
Hello, Sam.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
I shall be addressed with my full<br />
name and rank, Earther Scum.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Hot Damn, I love it when chicks have guys name.<br />
I always like it when they wear guy clothes,<br />
their cologne, and cut their hair like a guy…<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
What?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Oh? What is this? Men?<br />
You’re smuggling men?<br />
<em> (leers at GBW) </em><br />
Hmm… why don’t you just hand the ship over to us,<br />
lovely, and we’ll make your wildest dreams reality.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (gaping) </em><br />
I find that strangely arousing.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
We know how to treat men in our nation.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Unfortunately, I seem to be caught in the middle of this<br />
disagreement. Seeing as I’m not a party to this, I’ll gladly<br />
power down my ship and allow you on board.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JAMIE hits the control panel, and the monitor goes blank.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Don’t!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Now see here-</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Don’t trust them. Whatever you do.<br />
They’re evil!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
They really are, man.<br />
They’ll kill you as soon as you power down.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
They can’t be trusted.<br />
We have to flee!<br />
<em> (shudders) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Look! I don’t know what’s going on here. But whatever it is,<br />
I’m not a-freakin-part of it. Understand?  You kidnapped me<br />
and you don’t tell me a damn thing, either that gets resolved<br />
or I hand over this ship to this woman.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The three women are silent, DREW shudders.  THE BALD IMPOSTER walks up and puts an arm around her.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Dude. This may not be our fight, but I’ll be damned if I’m letting<br />
any girls get hurt over this. You can’t trust that bitch, even I know<br />
that. She oozes evil military babe all over the place.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (shaking head) </em><br />
What makes you think they’re any better? For all we know they’re worse<br />
than that bunch out there. All I know is that they’re not the ones who<br />
kidnapped me and they’re not the ones trafficking with criminals.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
How many times do we have to say that we were desperate<br />
and didn’t have time to go through the proper channels?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Fine. Fine. You were desperate.<br />
But that still doesn’t tell me anything.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Well it began when-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">BOOM!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The ship shakes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW brings up information.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Well, it seems they’re firing upon us.<br />
<em> (hits buttons) </em><br />
I don’t think this ship can handle much of a pounding.<br />
<em> (hits more buttons) </em><br />
Nope it can’t.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
<em> (huddling in Bald Imposter’s arms) </em><br />
What are you going to do??</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Well real men would kick their asses.<br />
<em> (looks pointedly at GBW) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (sighing) </em><br />
This ship isn’t designed to fight anything<br />
resembling a threat, much less a warship.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
We must flee!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Well, that’s pretty much an impossibility at this moment.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
<em> (grimly) </em><br />
What we need here is some motivation.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Violence is not going to get you anything, ma’am.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Violence?<br />
I don’t need no stinking violence.<br />
Not when I have these!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JESSIE pulls up her top, revealing her well endowments.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Motivation enough?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is already at the controls and the smoky ship is zooming and zig zagging through the fleet.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
<em> (sotto voce) </em><br />
Is he doing it because he likes them,<br />
or because he’s scared of them?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
I.. I don’t know.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Fade out:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – SMOKY SHIP – MESS HALL &#8211; DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW rummages through a dirty refrigerator and pulls out a bag of chips and a case of beer.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Oddly not much different than back on the AH.com ship.<br />
<em> (settles down to his meal) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JAMIE walks into the mess hall, smiling brightly at him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Beer?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Oh, no! all those carbs…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
We’re being hunted down by a fleet of warships<br />
in a ship that’s barely holding together on spit<br />
and a prayer and you’re worried about carbs?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Well, now if you put it that way, it does seem silly.<br />
But I plan on living past this moment of terror.<br />
So keep you temptress ways to yourself.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Temptress?<br />
Me?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
You know what I mean.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’m obviously being mistaken for someone else.<br />
The rest of the AH.com crew, maybe.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Who is this AH.com crew you talk about?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (wistfully) </em><br />
It’s my ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
<em> (looks slightly ashamed) </em><br />
I know I haven’t said it before, but I’m sorry we<br />
had to kidnap you and your first mate.  Especially<br />
when you two were probably having a nice<br />
time together.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Uh… sure…<br />
Right…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
I know it used to so hard for me and my partner to<br />
find enough time together.  Then this whole war happened.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (disheartened) </em><br />
Boyfriend, huh?<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Wait. Partner?<br />
You’re gay?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
<em> (nods) </em><br />
Everyone here is gay.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (thinking) </em><br />
That makes… four or five Lesbian Universes<br />
I’ve been too.  Man, they get around.<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Wait, what about Drew, she seems pretty<br />
attached to the Bald Imposter.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Oh, she’s gay too.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
Say, you got such a pretty mouth.<br />
<em> (sets her hand upon GBW’s) </em><br />
Do you want to find a secluded spot?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Uh.. didn’t you say you were a lesbian.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Oh, I’m n-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Suddenly the ship shakes violently.  Alarms begin blaring.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
What’s happening?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Something bad, I’m assuming.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW and JAMIE rush out the door.  THE BALD IMPOSTER comes running out of a closet, shirtless with DREW trailing behind him, equally disheveled.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Are we gonna die?<br />
I was just getting some action!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I don’t know.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Well, if we are. Mind if I finish up back here?<br />
I wanna die doing what I love.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (sighing) </em><br />
Just get to the bridge.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They rush into the bridge of the ship, JESSIE is standing staring at a monitor. On it shows the fleet of chasing ships suddenly large and surrounding them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
I don’t know what happened.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">GBW hits some buttons on a control panel.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
This is odd, but someone shut down the engines.<br />
I thought you guys said you didn’t know how to operate a ship?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Those peace loving idiots from Earth don’t, but<br />
we war loving masters of war from Mars do!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Huh?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
A spy!<br />
In our midst!<br />
You bitch!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
<em> (laughs) </em><br />
Fools. You think that we didn’t<br />
know about your little plan?<br />
We know everything.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Dude, what’s going on here.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I have no idea. But I think we’ve just been betrayed.<br />
Or saved, I’m still trying to decide which are the<br />
good guy sand whom are the bad.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
You’ll never take us alive!<br />
GBW activate the self destruct.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Uh.. this ship doesn’t have one.<br />
What makes you think it would?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Reruns of Star Trek…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
You like Star Trek? Damn, that’s hot.<br />
You want to join me in the broom closet?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Baldie! Concentrate!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Did you just call me Baldie?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
I like it. It matches you.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Well, if the lady likes it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Shut up! All of you!<br />
I’m here to say that your time is up and that<br />
the Earther Resistance has come to an end!<br />
Enjoy your captivity.<br />
<em> (laughs) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
not if I can help it.<br />
<em> (reaches for controls) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JESSIE does a judo chop and GBW crumples to the floor unconscious.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Any more heroic actions?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Man, that’s hot.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Fade out:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – CELL – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW opens his eyes and groans.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Oh, you’re awake.<br />
I was worried.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
How long have I been out?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
About a day.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
A day?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Jessie judo chopped you good.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (looks down) </em><br />
what happened to my pants?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
The guards took ‘em. They tried to<br />
have their way with you, those sluts.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Oh?<br />
Man, they must have been desperate.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
They haven’t seen a guy in a year.<br />
Of course they want to jump the bones<br />
of the first guy they see. It’s only natural.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Remind me to ask you what the hell is going on,<br />
once my brain stops trying to vomit.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW looks around. He sees DREW sitting in the corner, looking depressed.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Where’s Baldie?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
They took him about five hours ago.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
For what?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
<em> (folding arms across chest) </em><br />
Like is said, they’re sluts.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Oh…<br />
Good for him…<br />
<em> (pondering) </em><br />
Well, this kind of explains things.<br />
One world, obviously Mars, that’s seemingly<br />
heterosexual. The other, Earth, seemingly<br />
homosexual.  No wonder they’re war.  But<br />
that doesn’t explain the lack of males…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Oh, Mar’s isn’t he-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The cell door opens and THE BALD IMPOSTER gets shoved in. He lands on the floor in a heap, a big grin plastered on his face. He lies there for a moment, then glances up to GBW and JAMIE.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Well, now I forgive you guys for kidnapping me…<br />
<em> (rolls on his back) </em><br />
Wow…<br />
I mean.. wow…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
<em> (icily) </em><br />
Have fun?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Hell, yeah.<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Oh. Uh… no?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
Asshole.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
<em> (to GBW, sotto voce) </em><br />
She seems pissed.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Really?<br />
<em> (to JAMIE) </em><br />
So tell me, what the hell is going on here?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
<em> (sighs) </em><br />
It begins, like all good stories, a long time ago in a universe far,<br />
far away. The original universe wasn’t what you called alternative<br />
lifestyle friendly, so we packed up and headed out. We found a<br />
world that was both uninhabited and began anew. But like all new<br />
societies, we were split. Some of us wanted to live in peace and<br />
some of us wouldn’t let go of their warlike desires.<br />
<em> (breath) </em><br />
So, the warlike ones left, ironically settling on Mars. The ones who<br />
wanted peace, stayed on Earth.  Everything was fine, we lived in<br />
peace. Then that ship came and spread a virus among the people<br />
of both planets.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (interested) </em><br />
A ship?<br />
A virus?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
It changed everything. It caused chaos and nearly drove both our<br />
societies into the ground.  The Martians being war like and evil,<br />
decided the only way to soldier on was to start a war with Earth.<br />
That way they could become united under one goal.  It has un-<br />
fortunately been too successful. We have been driven underground<br />
and all our glorious cities and works have been destroyed.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
So… what was the whole deal with kidnapping us?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
We are a peaceful people, but we needed someone with<br />
experience to fly the ship we built, to lead us into battle.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
And you choose me?<br />
I’m.. I’m flattered.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
It was a desperate choice.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’m still flattered.<br />
Do you know who these ship people<br />
were that brought the virus?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
I don’t know. I know it was a massive ship, heavily armed and<br />
commanded by a cruel and evil woman.  She… uh… came looking<br />
for sexual partners, for her and her crew.  She found none and<br />
instead release the virus upon our worlds and tok what she wanted.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
That’s a pretty odd reason to release a virus that caused such chaos.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
I said she was cruel and evil.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Right.<br />
Did you get the name of this ship?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Yeah, everyone knows it.  The A-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The door slams open and three female guards enter the room, brandishing clubs.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GUARD 1</strong><br />
Which one again?<br />
The tubby one or the one that looks like<br />
he just fell of a gay pride parade float?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GUARD 2</strong><br />
The Tubby One.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Hey, I don’t look like I fell off<br />
a gay pride parade float!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">One of the women walks up to THE BALD IMPOSTER, leering at him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GUARD 3</strong><br />
Can I have him?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GUARD 1 </strong><br />
Not now. Later.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Man. I’m <em>so</em> loving this place.<br />
<em> (grins) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GUARD 2 </strong><br />
Shut up.<br />
<em> (to GBW) </em><br />
Tubby one. Get up and lets go.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’m not going unless you tell me what I’m being taken for.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GUARD 1 </strong><br />
Come with us or you’ll be beaten with a rubber hose.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Alright, I’m coming.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Dude. Just keep an open mind.<br />
These girls are KINK-KEY, in capital letters.<br />
So just keep an open mind and go with the flow.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
What?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
I’m wasn’t what you call a big fan of the strap-ons, before this,<br />
but now it’s definitely going in my bag of tricks.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Uh…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Keep an open mind.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW and the GUARDS leave.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – LARGE ROOM – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is sitting upon the carpeted floor, hands tied behind his back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (mumbling) </em><br />
As long as they don’t grab my ass and call me supple, I can handle it…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GUARD 2 smacks GBW’s ass.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GUARD 1 </strong><br />
Nice and supple, eh?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GUARD 2 </strong><br />
Could use some work.<br />
You can’t bounce a quarter off of it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’m not a piece of meat.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GUARD 1 </strong><br />
I’d do him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GUARD 2 </strong><br />
I guess I would too.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Treat me like a piece of meat.<br />
Please?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A door opens and a woman in a severe military uniforms walks in. ADMIRAL WATSON, behind her is JESSIE.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
<em> (leering at GBW) </em><br />
Not bad.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
It’s the lack of men in the last year that’s causing<br />
that reaction. In reality, most women are turned off<br />
by my lack of hygiene  and basic social skills.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
This one’s the smart one.<br />
The other one’s just good to look at.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
So they were going to use you to command<br />
the ship that was supposed to defeat us, eh?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I have no idea what you are talking about.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
I haven’t seen this ship they said they have, but<br />
it’s possible that they might actually have one.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Unlikely.<br />
But then again, we can’t take chances.<br />
<em> (grins at GBW) </em><br />
and you’re obviously being very uncooperative.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I just don’t know anything.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Jessie, bring out Leroy.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Leroy? Who’s Leroy?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
It’s not who, but what?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JESSIE brings sets a huge dildo upon the table.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Uh..</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Call it vigorous interrogation.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Open mind, indeed.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Fade out:</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>END ACT I</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ACT II </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – CELL – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JAMIE, DREW, and THE BALD IMPOSTER sit in the cell.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Damn, it. We have to get out of here!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
Yeah, because it’s so easy to do that.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
I kinda like it here…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
<em> (acidly) </em><br />
I’ll bet.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
<em> (oblivious) </em><br />
Yup. I really do…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
<em> (worried) </em><br />
What will they do to GBW?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Probably the same thing they did to me.<br />
<em> (grins) </em><br />
Lube and tug in all the right places.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
That’s not helping, Baldie.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Oh? I was supposed to be helping.<br />
Well, should we just take out mind off things<br />
for a bit? I suggest you begin taking off your<br />
top and we’ll proceed from there.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The door opens to the cell and GUARD 2 enters. She grins at THE BALD IMPOSTER.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
See, my charm is already working<br />
it’s miraculous magic.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Desperation tends to cloud the mind.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
That why I usually picked up all<br />
my chicks at support groups.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GUARD 2</strong><br />
You. Take off your pants.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Already did.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
Wow. That was pretty quick.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JAMIE suddenly tackles GUARD 2 while she’s distracted.  They tumble on the floor for a moment and then DREW joins the fray.  THE BALD IMPOSTER watches.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
I so do enjoying coming to this universe.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GUARD 2 </strong><br />
Alright! Alright! I give up!<br />
Lemme go!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JAMIE and DREW tie up the guard and disarm her.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
Now. What do we do?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
We find GBW and we get out of here.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
You two can go without me. I think I kinda like it here…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
<em> (points gun at the Bald Imposter) </em><br />
You’re coming with us.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Hey, you know what?<br />
I think I might join you two.<br />
Rescuing GBW are we?<br />
<em> (grins) </em><br />
Always liked that guy.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The three leave.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – ROOM  &#8211; DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW backs up into a wall, before him are JESSIE and ADMIRAL WATSON.  Both are stripped naked and advancing upon him with determination.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Ladies. I assure you there are better<br />
ways to get information out of me than this.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Yes, I’m sure there is, but this is the way we do it on Mars.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I would make the suggestion that you begin<br />
reforming your interrogation techniques.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Does he always sound so insufferably smart?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Yes. Yes he does.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Gag him.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JESSIE advances upon him with a ball gag.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Suddenly the door crashes open and JAMIE and DREW are there, THE BALD IMPOSTER peeks in, sees what he likes and enters the room fully.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
GBW! Did they touch you!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Um… they attempted some indignities on me.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Hey, Leroy ain’t all that bad.<br />
Like I said, open mind.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Get them!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The two women charge the others.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BALD IMPOSTER gets shoved out of the way by DREW as she tackles JESSIE and ADMIRAL WATSON tackles JAMIE.   THE BALD IMPOSTER heads for GBW.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Hey, I like your thong.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Um.. thanks?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Really, it does wonders for you ass. Makes it look supple.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (sighs) </em><br />
I think we should help the women.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Nah. Never try to interfere when chicks are fighting.<br />
You’ll end up with your pecker torn off or something.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
You really put things in perspective.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
It’s what I do.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The four women continue fighting.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I wonder how long this’ll last?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – CORRIDOR – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JAMIE, DREW, GBW, and THE BALD IMPOSTER, all dressed in sever military uniforms, move down the hall. GBW and THE BALD IMPOSTER wear long wigs and have bundles stuffed into their coats.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Man, I look lopsided.<br />
<em> (adjusts bundles) </em><br />
Now they’re too close together.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’ve never seen a man more worried about<br />
the position of his fake breasts in my life.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
If you’re going to do something.<br />
Do it right.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Do we know where we’re going?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
There should be a shuttle bay on this level.<br />
We’ll steal a shuttle and head back to earth.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Do you know the distances involved?<br />
A shuttle is not a spacecraft that can<br />
travel long distances.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Then we steal a ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Ships aren’t exactly easy to steal.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Then you come up with a bloody plan!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW walks up to a map on the wall and scans at it for a few seconds.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Here.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The three gather around him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
What about here?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
The men’s sauna?<br />
<em> (sighs) </em><br />
Just keep a look out would you?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
I can do that.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
What do you need us to do?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW watches THE BALD IMPOSTER for a moment.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Make sure he doesn’t get us in any trouble.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DREW nods and joins THE BALD IMPOSTER keeping a look out.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
What’s the plan?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I think we can get to the computer core of this place<br />
and disrupt it so that we can make our escape.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Can that be done?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’ve done it a few times before.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Wow, you’re really talented.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Tell that to the crew of my ship.<br />
<em> (looks at the map) </em><br />
Alright, let’s go.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – WATSON’S ROOM – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">ADMIRAL WATSON rises up off the floor. She glares about and jerks JESSIE to her feet.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Find them.<br />
Then kill them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
What about the men?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
KILL THEM ALL!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
But-</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Fine, you can keep one.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Whoo-hoo!<br />
<em> (runs out the door) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Hey, where did Leroy go?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – CORRIDOR – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Hey, look what I took.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Why would you take that?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Why not?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
It’s a giant phallus.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
What? You’re scared of it or something.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
No. It’s that there’s no reason to be carrying it around.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Well, seeing as we’re unarmed. I was thinking<br />
I could use it as a bat or womthing…<br />
<em> (gives it a few practice swings) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Right…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Why is your friend swing around that huge cock?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
That question, oddly, has been asked of me before.<br />
<em> (glances at the Bald Imposter) </em><br />
I think he likes it…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Right…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – COMPUTER ROOM – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Outside the door lie two unconscious guards.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BALD IMPOSTER is twirling around the Leroy.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
See. It works.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I never said it wouldn’t work.<br />
I was more concerned about the visual aspect<br />
of carrying around a large phallic device.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
But it worked.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GBW</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">You could have at least taken<br />
the weapons they had on them.</p>
<p><strong>THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Why? I’ve got my giant cock as a weapon.</p>
<p><strong>GBW</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">That statement disturbs me more than<br />
anything has in the last few weeks.</p>
<p><strong>JAMIE</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I’ve got the guns. I think we should get to work, before<br />
they know we’ve made a run for it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Suddenly the alarms begin going off.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I think they just found out.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – CORRIDOR – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JESSIE and several dozen GUARDS are marching down the corridor, they’re heavily armed and look pissed.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Find them.  Keep the pretty one alive.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They march onward.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – COMPUTER ROOM – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JAMIE worried looks at a monitor showing the activating security troops.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
If you’re gonna do something, I think now is the best time.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (cracking knuckles) </em><br />
Here, goes nothing.<br />
<em> (begins hitting keys) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Nothing.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Uh…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Wait for it.<br />
<em> (hits keys) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Nothing.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (hits keys some more) </em><br />
This.. This has never happened to me.<br />
I mean it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Don’t worry. I’m sure it happens to everyone.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Not to me!<br />
I… I don’t…<br />
<em> (shakes head) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BALD IMPOSTER pokes his head out the door, there’s a crash of weapons fire.  DREW begins firing down the corridor.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Yup. Looks like they’ve found us.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
I think I got one.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Good girl.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Do something.<br />
We’ll hold them off.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (sighs) </em><br />
I’ll try.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Don’t try.<br />
Do.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW begins bashing his head against the computer console.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – COMMAND CENTER – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A TECHNICIAN looks up.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> TECHIE </strong><br />
We’ve managed to secure our computer<br />
systems Nothing will be able to break it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Excellent.<br />
Send all forces to that computer room, kill them all.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Begins laughing manically.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – COMPUTER ROOM – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is pounding away at the computer keys.  Numbers, images, diagrams, and all manner of things flash across the screen. He does not look happy.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Behind him THE BALD IMPOSTER, DREW, and JAMIE are battling it out with the security guards.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
We’re gonna be overrun here.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I think… I got.. it.<br />
<em> (hits last button) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Suddenly everything goes dark.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Well, some of it, anyway.<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Who the hell is grabbing my ass!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Aw, damn it.<br />
I thought you were Jamie.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
What are we going to do now.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Flee.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – COMMAND CENTER – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">ADMIRAL WATSON is illuminated by emergency lights.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Restore the damn power!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> TECHIE </strong><br />
On it!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The power comes back on.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – COMPUTER ROOM – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The door to the computer room is blasted in. Gurads swarm into the room, weapons drawn.  The room is empty, except for…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Who left their giant cock in here?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – CORRIDOR – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The four are scurrying down the corridor.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
No. We’re not going back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
But. I left my giant cock behind!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">GBW suddenly slides to a stop.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
What the hell…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They all look to where GBW is looking.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">There’s  stenciling on the door proclaiming:  SHIP DOCKS.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I got a plan.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They head toward the docks.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – COMMAND CENTER – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> TECHIE </strong><br />
We’ve just got a report saying that some<br />
guards have been attacked in the docks.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
Damn it. They’re trying to escape!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong> <em> (over comm) </em><br />
We’re on our way.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
If they escape, it’s your head!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong> <em> (over comm.) </em><br />
Damn it!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – SHIP – CORRIDOR – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BALD IMPOSTER, GBW, JAMIE, and DREW hurry down a corridor.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
I can’t believe they just leave ships lying around like this.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Something I learned in all the adventures<br />
I’ve been on. Most bad guys are pretty<br />
stupid when it comes to leaving things<br />
where people can get them and use<br />
them against them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Works for the heroes, though, don’t it?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Yup.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
I think I found the bridge.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Now to get the hell out of here.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT.  – SPACE – DOCKS – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a ship blast it’s way out of the docks.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – OUTSIDE DOCKS – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JESSIE comes to a halt, glaring as the ship pulls away.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Damn them!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – STOLEN SHIP’S BRIDGE – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JAMIE looks at a screen.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Can I use this?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Hey, it’s the weapons control.<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Go right on ahead.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I don’t think-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JAMIE punches buttons on the weapons console.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The ship fires.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Huh?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – OUTSIDE DOCKS – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a rocket flying toward the docks.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JESSIE </strong><br />
Aw, shit.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">BOOM!!!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – STOLEN SHIP’S BRIDGE – DAY </strong>.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Nice shot.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Thanks.<br />
<em> (grins) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
What now?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
We run for freedom.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
I think we’ve got company.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The screen shows scores of ships coming their way.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
I think we’re doomed.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Open a channel to the base.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
Uh.. how do you do that?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (sighs) </em><br />
I’ll do it myself.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The screen flickers on to show ADMIRAL WATSON.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
You can’t escape now, fools.<br />
My ships will hunt you down.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’m asking you to surrender.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
HA! Surrender. My fleet is approaching.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Right. About them.<br />
<em> (hits a few buttons) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The screen shows the ships all beginning to drift apart, heading in every which direction.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
What?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Oh, when I hacked you computers, I also<br />
hacked the information being fed to those ships.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
You’ll pay for this!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW hits more buttons and the lights go off behind ADMIRAL WATSON.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I still control everything on that base. I could<br />
shut off the power, the lights, you already<br />
don’t have access to the weapons, ships,<br />
or defenses. I could fire a missile from this<br />
ship and blow it all to hell. Now, I suggest<br />
you surrender.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ADMIRAL WATSON </strong><br />
<em> (staring) </em><br />
We.. we surrender.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Cool.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The screen turns off.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Oh, my god! That was the most<br />
awesome thing I’ve ever seen!<br />
<em> (throws herself into GBW’s arms) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (grinning) </em><br />
I do my best.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He is buried under and avalanche of kisses.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
<em> (to Drew) </em><br />
Y’know he couldn’t have done it without me.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DREW throws herself into THE BALD IMPOSTER’s arms and they begin rolling around on the floor, tearing each other’s clothes off.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Well.. happy endings.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Oh, they’ll be plenty of those.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Fade out:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> MONTAGE </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">EARTH troops are being ferried by ships captained by women.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The MARTIANS are surrendering en mass.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The EARTH flag flies over MARTIAN bases.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW talks with the new captains, showing them how fly the ships.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is looking into a microscope.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BALD IMPOSTER swaggers through a room full of women, grinning.  He is jumped by all of them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JAMIE and DREW are heaped with awards and give speeches.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW reads stacks of books, labeled: BIOLOGY, CHEMISTRY, BIOCHEMISTRY, etc.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> END OF MONTAGE </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – GBW’S NEW LAB – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is sitting in front of a computer, numbers scrawling across the monitor.  JAMIE is standing beside him, arm draped across his shoulder.   In the background DREW and the BALD IMPOSTER are snuggling on a couch.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">There’s a large stack of biology books in front of him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’ve been going over the virus you said infected<br />
your populations. Its seems very familiar in design.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
I’m not sure you’ll be able to do anything for us.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
The virus is still around, I suppose?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Oh, yes. But seeing as you and Baldie weren’t<br />
infected, I guess it’s not spreading anymore. We<br />
just have to live with the consequences.<br />
<em> (sighs) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’ve been looking up the logs of the Martians, they were<br />
the first to get hit with the virus and they recorded the<br />
meeting with the ship that brought the virus.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The monitor flickers to life, an image of a vortex appearing and a ship coming out of it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
That’s…a very familiar ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
A nice big long ship.<br />
<em> (grins) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I know that ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Oh?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (a little worried) </em><br />
Uh… do you remember the name<br />
of the captain of the vessel?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Not really. I know they<br />
kept calling him a doctor.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (looking  a little worried) </em><br />
Uh… Doctor What?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
That sounds about right.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Was the captain a man or a woman?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Woman.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The image on the monitor shows the Evil AH.COM ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
You never really told us the effects of the virus.<br />
Beyond it nearly destroying your societies.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
It was terrible. It is terrible.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (Rubbing his temples) </em><br />
This isn’t a universe overrun by lesbians is it?<br />
If you were all lesbians, Baldie wouldn’t have<br />
had all the success he’s been having.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
And a grand time it was.<br />
<em> (grins) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
No. we’re not lesbians.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
But you’re gay, right?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
Yeah.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Let me guess. This virus…<br />
It changed your genders?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
<em> (quietly) </em><br />
Yes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (snapping fingers) </em><br />
That explains everything.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Wait? What’s going on?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
The virus that infected this universe was brought over by a ship<br />
we’ve run across from time to time. We call it the Evil AH.com<br />
ship.  A year ago they attacked our ship in hopes of finding a cure<br />
for a virus they accidentally released on their ship, a virus that<br />
changed their genders.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Changed their genders.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
We call it the Gender-bender virus.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Gender. Bender?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
It’s the same virus that infected this world.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
I don’t-</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
This universe isn’t a lesbian or an all woman universe,<br />
it was actually a gaysexual universe. Full of men. Men<br />
who were infected with the gender-bender virus, which<br />
turned them all into women.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BALD IMPOSTER just stares.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
What? You mean you’re all guys!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DREW </strong><br />
Yes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BALD IMPOSTER just stares.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
That would explain the nymphomania<br />
rampant amongst the Martians.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
They’re not civilized and restrained as us from Earth.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
The virus doesn’t seem to change sexual attraction,<br />
just the way you look. Therefore they were still all<br />
attracted to men.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JAMIE </strong><br />
And after nearly a year of no men…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (looking at The Bald Imposter) </em><br />
They jumped at the first chance they got.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BALD IMPOSTER just stares.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
You mean…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Yup.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Really?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Yup. That would explain all the gender neutral<br />
names that abounded here. Jamie. Jessie. Drew.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Sam?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I think that was the only non neutral name.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
But…<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Aw, crap. Not again…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> END ACT II</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TAG </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT.  – AH.COM SHIP – TELEPORTATION ROOM – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW pops into existence upon the pad. G.BONE looks up.  PSCYHOMELTDOWN is cracking walnuts with an expensive looking computer pad.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> G.BONE </strong><br />
Hey, GBW. You’re back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Yeah.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
People were wondering where you got off to.<br />
They said you’d been kidnapped by some hot chicks.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Sort of.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
But everyone knows you’re not into chicks.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Shut up.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> G.BONE </strong><br />
Well, welcome back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Thanks.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
Yeah, we already divvied up your stuff.<br />
The three day rule was in effect.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I was gone for only two days.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
Like I said, three day rule.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (sighs) </em><br />
Home. Sweet. Home.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. – HUB – DOCKS – NIGHTISH </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see two figures walking, one figure is leaning heavily upon the other.  The first figure is wearing a elaborate looking dress and hidden by shadows, while the other is THE BALD IMPOSTER.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
<em> (drunkenly) </em><br />
I tell you what, she totally didn’t look like a dude.<br />
I mean. Those tits.. that ass…<br />
Any man would have been fooled!<br />
Any man!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DRESS WEARER </strong><br />
Now, now dearie. It’s going to be all right.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
I just telling you this, because…because I’m not gay.<br />
I’m straight. Like an arrow. Like those ruler things.<br />
It was just.. just that he looked like a girl!<br />
That damn gender bender virus!<br />
It’d fool any man.<br />
Even manly men like me!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DRESS WEARER </strong><br />
Here we are.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Pan toward a large ship that’s sitting at dock. It’s an odd looking ship, whereas most multiverse ships look like spaceships, this one looks more like an 18TH century Man of War, complete with hatches for cannons and sails with rigging.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
The hell? Hey, nice ship.<br />
I thought we were going back to your place?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A man walks forward from the ship, it’s JUSTIN PICKARD wearing a spiffy looking uniform.  Besides him stands a smaller figure, a young man in rough sailor’s clothing, NEKROMANS.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JUSTIN PICKARD </strong><br />
Another volunteer, sir?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We pan toward the DRESS WEARER and see that it’s FELLATIO NELSON.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FELLATIO NELSON </strong><br />
Aye and a strapping lad he is.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JUSTIN PICKARD </strong><br />
He’ll make a fine addition to the crew.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
The hell?<br />
What’s going on here?<br />
I thought I was gonna get laid?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FELLATIO NELSON </strong><br />
Oh, I’m sure that can be arranged.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> NEK </strong><br />
Can I have first go, sir?<br />
Can I please?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FELLATIO NELSON </strong><br />
Eager as always, Nek. With that kind of attitude you’ll make captain one day.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
<em> (confused) </em><br />
What the hell is going on here?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FELLATIO NELSON </strong><br />
You, sir, have the pleasure of being pressed<br />
into His Majesty’s Royal Gaysexual Navy.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JUSTIN PICKAR/NEK </strong><br />
God save the Queen!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
What the hell?<br />
Wait. Gaysexual?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BALD IMPOSTER stares at FELLATIO NELSON for a long time.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Hey! You’re not a girl!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FELLATIO NELSON </strong><br />
I assure you, I’m all man.<br />
I’ll even show you later.<br />
<em> (to Nek and Justin) </em><br />
Justin!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JUSTIN PICKARD</strong><br />
Sir!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FELLATIO NELSON </strong><br />
Get him on board, lubed up, and into some spandex.<br />
We’re leaving port! The Dons will be done licking<br />
their wounds and be looking for a fight.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> JUSTIN PICKARD</strong><br />
Aye, aye, sir!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">JUSTIN PICKARD and NEKROMANS lead THE BALD IMPOSTER away.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BALD IMPOSTER </strong><br />
Oh, god damn it!<br />
Not again!</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> FADE TO BLACK</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>ROLL END CREDITS </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TEASER</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – AH.COM SHIP CORRIDOR – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera slowly pans along the corridor of the ship. We slowly come to a stop before a door marked ‘IronYuppie’s Lair’. The nametag seems to be etched into the door rather than painted on it and the engraved letters have an eerie reddish-brown sheen to them –almost as if they had been filled in with some kind of viscous red fluid of some sort at one point.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We hear loud, high pitched screaming from inside.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The door opens and IRONYUPPIE comes out, wearing a dominatrix costume—with certain modifications.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">There is a giant latex lizard tail attached to the rear, a frilly lizard ruff around her neck and she’s sporting extremely huge fangs. She spits out the fangs and turns to face the room.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
<em>(screaming)</em><br />
IF I&#8217;M NOT SEXY YOU’RE NOT TRYING!!<br />
<em>(beat)</em><br />
Where the hell is Bruno, he&#8217;ll be all over this costume!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE storms off down the corridor.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We hear LANDSHARK calling out from the room.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
ggggggroooooooooooooaannnnnnnnn&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;cough&#8230;..<br />
<em>(beat)</em><br />
Am I bleeding?<br />
<em>(beat)</em><br />
Is that suppose to be that colour?<br />
<em>(beat)<br />
(weakly)</em><br />
I think I’m dying here…<br />
<em>(beat)</em><br />
Erikka? Hello?&#8230;..<br />
<em>(beat)</em><br />
This is like our trip to Paris all over again…</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>“TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU” </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Written By <img src='http://mes-ah.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> OCTOR WHAT &amp; THANDE </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ACT I</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. &#8211; DESOLATE LANDSCAPE &#8211; DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera pans up on a scene which is straight out of a post-Apocalyptic thriller. The ground is brown and dead, bare rock and that scorched. Here and there, there are big flat patches of shiny radioactive glass, the result of nuclear attacks. The sky is dark and filled with rumbling stormclouds, the flashes of lightning adding to the weak light from the sun. Nothing is green. Nothing grows. And yet, all around, there are traces suggesting that this world was once alive &#8211; a peculiarly regular rock formation that, at second glance, turns out to be a skyscraper, the remnants of a road underfoot with a cat&#8217;s eye…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A stiletto-heeled shoe steps on the cat&#8217;s eye and shatters it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK </strong><br />
<em>(muttering obscenities) </em><br />
If that&#8217;s damaged my Gucci mock-croc slingbacks…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LANDSHARK sits down on what at first looks like a rock, but then we see it&#8217;s the remnants of a car long since melted by the heat of a nuclear blast. As he sits and fiddles with his shoe, we pan around…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Six AH.commers are walking around the desolation, mostly looking bored.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND, however, is conscientiously scraping some dirt off a nearby rock into a petri dish, which he then hands to WEAPON M.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
Dude, put this in the scanner, okay?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
Sure.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As DIAMOND turns away to resume scraping, WEAPON M produces a giant steak sandwich with lettuce and tomato, delicately sprinkles the brown dirt on the top, and eats the whole thing in five huge bites.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">DIAMOND freezes in realisation and slowly turns around.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
What…the hell was that?!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
Sorry, I thought you were using a euphemism.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
<em>(muttering) </em><br />
I&#8217;ll euthanise you…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND grabs WEAPON M by the neck, grabs his scanner &#8211; a mobile-phone-like device with a long sensor aerial &#8211; and jams it down his throat, then dispassionately stares at the readings while WEAPON M gags.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
Hmm…radiation levels higher than<br />
normal, but safe. Scanner thinks whatever<br />
holocaust happened here must have been<br />
at least forty years ago.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND finally releases WEAPON M, who gags a few more times and then settles down, giving him a dirty look.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
<em>(inspecting shoe)</em><br />
Bloody Yanks, relying on scanners<br />
to do your thinking for you.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> IRON YUPPIE </strong><br />
Did I say you could speak?<br />
<em>(Landshark shuts up)</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
<em>(rubbing throat) </em><br />
Doesn&#8217;t much narrow it down.<br />
Could have been Cuba, could have been anything.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Hell, there isn&#8217;t enough left of this world left<br />
that we could say it wasn&#8217;t Grand Tartary vs the<br />
Kingdom of Burgundy over the dispute in Spanish Alaska…<br />
<em>(smiles happily to himself for a moment) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LEO CAESIUS, in his robot body, steps out from behind one of the ruined, melted buildings.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Well, does it really matter whose nukes it was that turned you into<br />
a burn mark on the ground? You&#8217;re still dead either way…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND and WEAPON M both stare at him in open-mouthed incomprehension.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
But our nukes are cool defenders of<br />
freedom whereas the commies&#8217; are evil<br />
weapons of mass destruction!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
<em>(sighs) </em><br />
Never mind.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND puts down his scanner.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
Why am I doing this, anyway?<br />
I thought Kit was supposed to be in<br />
charge of taking samples.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
<em>(looking embarrassed) </em><br />
Ah…yeah…about that…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Change camera angle &#8211; inside the ruined building LEO CAESIUS just stepped out of, KIT is standing in front of a reflective patch of radioactive glass and is admiring himself from different angles.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KIT </strong><br />
<em>(breathlessly) </em><br />
Oh, I&#8217;m taking samples all right…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Cut back to original angle. LANDSHARK and IRONYUPPIE walk on, looking bored.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
Why the hell are we here anyway?<br />
Yet another world where the damned<br />
colonials got too big for their boots and<br />
destroyed the world, so what?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Because I got some strange readings from orbit…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LEO CAESIUS frowns and raises his hand. Lights flash on the back in a similar pattern to those on DIAMOND&#8217;s scanner. It&#8217;s obvious that his robot hand includes a built-in sensor suite.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
Yes, it&#8217;s as I thought.<br />
See those craters over there?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Everyone cranes their necks and nods. There&#8217;s a regular geometrical line of twin craters running across the entire landscape.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Well, as Jim said, the nuclear devastation<br />
was at least forty years ago, but those craters<br />
were inflicted much more recently &#8211; less than<br />
a year ago. And according to the sensors, they<br />
were inflicted by plasma weapons.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
<em>(authoritatively)</em><br />
Plasma weapons? Shit, man, those are way<br />
beyond nukes! They couldn&#8217;t have got those<br />
in forty years even if they hadn&#8217;t been rebuilding!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
And, furthermore, there&#8217;s no evidence<br />
that anyone survived the first round. A puzzler…<br />
<em>(pregnant pause) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
Yeah, whatever. Nothing to salvage,<br />
no shoe shops, not even a band of survivors<br />
we can help against the odds against some enemy,<br />
which has to be a first. Why are we still here?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
I knew there was a reason I kept you around.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(coyly) </em><br />
I thought there were two?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
Nope, not since last Tuesday, remember?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
Oh, right, yes.<br />
<em>(winces)</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
<em>(loudly)</em><br />
Much as I hate to admit it, Sharkboy&#8217;s got a point.<br />
There&#8217;s nothing more to see here.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
<em>(sighs)</em><br />
Oh, very well.<br />
<em>(to himself) </em><br />
Damned fleshbags…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND pulls out a phone and flips the lid open.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Survey team to AH.com…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em>(VO; a bit tinny) </em><br />
What? There must be some mistake!  We haven&#8217;t had a vitamin C deficiency<br />
case for months! Well, except young Luakel, but he eats so much polystyrene-</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
<em>(patiently) </em><br />
For the third time, Doc, I said survey team, not scurvy cream.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
<em>(VO) </em><br />
Er &#8211; yes, I knew that.<br />
Are you coming home?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
<em>(muttering)</em><br />
Apparently.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
You betcha.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KIT </strong><br />
<em>(VO) </em><br />
Five more minutes!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The other AH.commers roll their eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. &#8211; AH.COM SHIP &#8211; TELEPORTER ROOM &#8211; DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The teleportation room is as chaotic as always, with panels hanging open and things spliced into other things, often held in place with blu-tack or sellotape. Leaning back on the rather dodgy-looking swivel chair is G.BONE. He&#8217;s reading a copy of Playboy from a Puritan Commonwealth timeline (<em>headline: Girls in Trousers!!</em> ) and has a bowl of popcorn balanced on his stomach. Half-finished Chinese meals in foil containers are piled on the control console, on which G.BONE is resting his feet.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The comm system suddenly blares out much too loud.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em>(VO) </em><br />
G.Bone?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The whole carefully balanced assemblage collapses, with G.BONE being buried under a pile of popcorn and Chinese meals, and the Playboy going flying and falling open at the &#8216;Damn the Pope in 50 Words or Less and Win a Prize&#8217; page.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
<em>(VO) </em><br />
G.Bone?!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G.BONE slowly picks himself up, pulling noodles out of his hair and throwing them away.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE </strong><br />
What is it, dude?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Finally!<br />
<em>(mutters to himself)</em><br />
The landing party need beaming up.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE</strong><br />
<em>(blank) </em><br />
Beaming…up…?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
<em>(with practiced patience) </em><br />
The teleporters. G.Bone, you work<br />
the teleporters. It&#8217;s your job.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE </strong><br />
<em>(relieved) </em><br />
Oh, right!<br />
<em>(pause) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Well?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE</strong><br />
Uh…okay.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G.BONE brushes the rest of the debris off the console, stares at the complex screens and controls with the utmost concentration, and then closes his eyes and starts hitting buttons at random. We hear hums and bleeps as the system powers up.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. &#8211; DESOLATE LANDSCAPE &#8211; DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LANDSHARK, IRONYUPPIE, DIAMOND, WEAPON M, KIT and LEO CAESIUS all vanish with a  loud pop.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. &#8211; AH.COM SHIP &#8211; TELEPORTER ROOM &#8211; DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G.BONE pulls one last lever and the columns of light start to rematerialise on the pads .</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE</strong><br />
Piece of pizza!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Then… The columns start to flicker and fade. On the console, red lights light up and flash. A warning klaxon begins to sound.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE</strong><br />
Bogus!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G.BONE presses every button he hasn&#8217;t already, twice, then picks up a huge wrench and begins hitting the console. Sparks fly and lights go out, and then finally the siren is cut out.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE </strong><br />
Fixed!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He settles back down to his reading, but as he does so, the columns finally brighten one last time and six things fade back into existence.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Six…things…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G.BONE looks up to see six little piles. Five of what look like dust, and one of iron filings.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Buried in one of the piles of dust is a stiletto-heeled shoe…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE</strong><br />
<em>(thinking carefully) </em><br />
Not a good thing. No.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
<em>(VO) </em><br />
What&#8217;s going on down there?<br />
Are they back?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE </strong><br />
Um…well, bits of them are…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
WHAT?!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. &#8211; AH.COM SHIP &#8211; TELEPORTER ROOM &#8211; DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The room has been turned upside down. All the panels are still open but now DAVE HOWERY, PSYCHOMELTDOWN and MICHAEL are fiddling with all of them with screwdrivers. Sparks occasionally fly. G.BONE, looking nervous, is sitting on a stool with DOCTOR WHAT and HENDRYK glaring at him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE</strong><br />
Look, er…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
<em>(quiet, deadly) </em><br />
No talking yet.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">HENDRYK hits DOCTOR WHAT, breaking the dramatic moment.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Hey, I meant him not me!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>HENDRYK</strong><br />
But who am I to disobey the will of the What?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT opens his mouth just as TORQUMADA and THANDE walk in. Both are holding printouts and look grim.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Well?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TORQUMADA </strong><br />
Those piles definitely contain traces of<br />
their DNA. I&#8217;ve even identified which is which.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THANDE </strong><br />
And the nuclear magnetic resonance imaging<br />
gives the level of C-13 enrichment as being<br />
consistent with that of interdimensional travellers.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Pause &#8211; all look at THANDE</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TORQUMADA</strong><br />
Translation, yes, it&#8217;s them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THANDE </strong><br />
<em>(muttering)</em><br />
Philistines…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT&#8217;s eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open. It&#8217;s obvious that he never really expected this to happen.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Wha…they&#8217;re really gone?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THANDE</strong><br />
Mixed in with the dust from that planet, it appears.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT turns on the quailing G.BONE.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
YOU! You killed six of my best crewmen!<br />
<em>(starts to strangle him) </em><br />
And Erikka hadn&#8217;t returned that pirate copy of<br />
Lesbo Lovelines III she borrowed!<br />
<em>(points accusingly at one of the dust piles)</em><br />
I bet it&#8217;s mixed up in there now!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G.BONE chokes, as everyone else stares in surprise at the red-misted DOCTOR WHAT. Diplomatically, MATT and TORQUMADA pull him away before he can kill him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MATT</strong><br />
<em>(out of the corner of his mouth)</em><br />
You don&#8217;t suppose Doc&#8217;s been mind-controlled<br />
or replaced by an alternate or something for the<br />
236,915,687th time?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TORQUMADA </strong><br />
I&#8217;ve seen that DVD, it&#8217;s definitely our Doc.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
I&#8217;m not going to let you…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DAVE HOWERY interposes himself between G.BONE and DOCTOR WHAT.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
Sorry, Doc, not happening. It&#8217;s taken me<br />
three years just to get these bozos up<br />
to &#8220;incompetent&#8221;.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PSYCHOMELTDOWN and MICHAEL are about to protest, then look at each other, shrug and nod.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
Anyway, I don&#8217;t think it was his fault.<br />
I checked the teleporter log. Something weird happened.<br />
Maybe it was something about this planet, the radiation<br />
or something, but I don&#8217;t think there was anything<br />
G.Bone could have done.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT glares at DAVE HOWERY, then nods reluctantly.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em>(heavily) </em><br />
If you say so.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE </strong><br />
Cool! Does that mean I still get that paid vacation-</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT/DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
<em>(together) </em><br />
Don&#8217;t push it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">G.BONE scampers away.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
<em>(seriously)</em><br />
This is going to be tough, Doc.<br />
We&#8217;ll have to run the ship with<br />
five fewer crewmen.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Five? Don&#8217;t you mean six?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
Well, no, &#8217;cause Leo-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They both stare at each other in horrified realisation, then at the blank computer displays.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Leo! How are we going to run the ship without him?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
<em>(grimly) </em><br />
The short answer is, we&#8217;re not.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. &#8211; AH.COM SHIP &#8211; BRIDGE CONFERENCE ROOM</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The remaining crew is sat around the table. The light level is low and wavering. As we watch, DOCTOR WHAT, the last crewmember, comes in through the door. The door only opens halfway and he has to grunt and squeeze his way through the rest.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Why the hell is this happening so fast?<br />
We&#8217;ve got by without Leo for days before!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
That was before we got shot up within inches<br />
of total destruction about six times in a week.<br />
Even with my own engineering genius<br />
<em>(preens, while everyone else looks faintly sick)</em><br />
the repairs only hold together because Leo&#8217;s there<br />
to optimise the systems. Without him controlling<br />
the automated systems…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Long significant pause.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MATT</strong><br />
What are we going to do?<br />
We can&#8217;t just abandon the ship!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
No indeed, it would take far too long<br />
to transport my porn collection to another.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE</strong><br />
I could always teleport it…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
No!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Look, what can we do to stop this?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
I&#8217;ve checked the archives in case there was a backup<br />
copy of Leo or some emergency AI, but nada.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
The ship ran perfectly well when it was<br />
just you, me and Grey, and we didn&#8217;t have an AI then.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
But all the systems we&#8217;ve installed since then<br />
rely on Leo. There isn&#8217;t enough of that original ship left…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em>(sighs) </em><br />
All right. So there&#8217;s no backup AI, and we<br />
can&#8217;t use the ship without an AI. What else is there?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PSYCHOMELTDOWN</strong><br />
I&#8217;ve got an idea…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MICHAEL</strong><br />
<em>(sarcastically) </em><br />
All our problems are solved.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PSYCHOMELTDOWN</strong><br />
<em>(ignoring him)</em><br />
Remember when G.Bone built that<br />
machine for Leo so the ship could<br />
be run by three human brains<br />
instead of an AI?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Oh yes, during that &#8216;Sympathy Day&#8217; business-<br />
<em>(stares at him</em>)<br />
You want to entrust the ship to something he built?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE </strong><br />
That&#8217;s not very neighbourly.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PSYCHOMELTDOWN</strong><br />
What other choice do we have?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
Much as I hate to say it, the kid&#8217;s got a point.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
<em>(surrendering)</em><br />
Okay, okay!<br />
But who do we get to run it?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GBW</strong><br />
<em>(suddenly rising from thoughtful silence) </em><br />
Well, clearly we need to choose those crewmembers<br />
who follow the laws of logic and reason like any<br />
computer AI.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Long pause.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Hendryk, you mean? Michael?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GBW</strong><br />
<em>(a bit put out) </em><br />
Well, not in so many words…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MICHAEL </strong><br />
<em>(helpfully) </em><br />
He means himself, Doc.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GBW </strong><br />
No, I &#8211; oh, what the hell.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Oh! Well, no doing, Dubya. I need you to<br />
take over from Sharky as Chief Pilot.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Another long pause.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EVERYONE </strong><br />
Sharky was chief pilot?!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em>(holds up crew manifesto) </em><br />
I know, I know, it was a shock to me as well-</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GBW </strong><br />
So, who does get to be the computer?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
<em>(musing) </em><br />
We need three of them, and they need to be among<br />
the most sane, well-balanced and emotionally<br />
well-adjusted individuals on this ship…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Long pause as everyone avoids each others&#8217; gaze.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. &#8211; AH.COM SHIP &#8211; COMPUTER ROOM </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The giant sphere that normally houses LEO CAESIUS&#8217; mind is dark and silent. Off in a corner, now having the dust and cobwebs blown off it by the engineering crew, is G.BONE&#8217;s machine. It consists of three chairs with colanders on the top and wires going into the big sphere.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Off to one side, DOCTOR WHAT and DAVE HOWERY are speaking in serious tones to some people off-camera.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Look, I&#8217;ll understand if you back out.<br />
This is a big responsibility…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FEMALE VOICE</strong><br />
Yes, but it&#8217;s also a big opportunity.<br />
Given the chance to see the world<br />
as Mr Caesius does…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
<em>(looking emotional)</em><br />
Please, please, be careful.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FEMALE VOICE </strong><br />
Don&#8217;t worry, David, I will.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA KNIGHTLEY steps from the shadows, brushes her lips across DAVE HOWERY&#8217;s and &#8211; now with some thin cuts around her chin from DAVE HOWERY&#8217;s indestructible beard &#8211; goes over to the three chairs. She is followed by the GIANT MOSQUITO and BOBO. TORQUMADA is fussing over the latter.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TORQUMADA</strong><br />
Don&#8217;t fall in with the wrong crowd! Don&#8217;t-</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>BOBO </strong><br />
Bobo save ship.<br />
Bobo make Torqumada proud.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">TORQUMADA wipes a tear from his eye and, although it&#8217;s an emotional wrench, lets BOBO go.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G.BONE straps the three into the chairs and adjusts the colanders over their heads.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT sends a sidelong glance at HENDRYK.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Say-does it worry you at all that<br />
the three most sane and well-adjusted<br />
people on this ship are a cloned supermodel,<br />
a giant flying brain and a huge mosquito<br />
created in a teleporter accident?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>HENDRYK</strong><br />
If the Great What says it must worry me, then it shall!<br />
<em>(tries to look worried; ends up more looking constipated) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Never mind.<br />
<em>(he turns to the chairs)</em><br />
Are you ready?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G.BONE makes the last adjustment, nods and throws the switch.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KEIRA KNIGHTLEY/MOSQUITO/BOBO</strong><br />
<em>(all three speaking with one voice)</em><br />
We are as one.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
Oooooo-kaaaay…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Suddenly, light flows down the cables connecting the colanders to the big sphere, and that lights up too, one layer at a time. A background hum rises, and a thousand little noises that were silenced, come back on. The AH.com ship has come back to life.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT points dramatically at the ceiling.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
To the bridge!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. &#8211; AH.COM SHIP &#8211; BRIDGE &#8211; DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The AH.commers all rush onto the bridge, which, as we watch, begins to power up from its dark and inert status. The doors all slide open and shut- nearly crushing LUAKEL in the process &#8211; and all the consoles light up. DAVE HOWERY checks the nearest one, which has an anglepoise lamp attached to it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
Systems running at full capacity.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Excellent.<br />
<em>(stares vaguely at ceiling)</em><br />
Computer?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MEDLEY OF KEIRA/MOSQUITO/BOBO</strong><br />
We would prefer to be addressed as&#8230;&#8217;Keirsquitbo&#8217;.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT blinks and glances at the others, who all shrug at him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Er&#8230;oookayy&#8230;<br />
<em>(pulls himself together)</em><br />
What is the ship&#8217;s situation?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KEIRSQUITBO</strong><br />
Minor damage has accumulated during<br />
the time without AI supervision.<br />
Automated repairs are commencing.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DAVE HOWERY gives a thumb&#8217;s-up to DOCTOR WHAT, although he keeps sending anxious looks at the ceiling.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
<em>(half to himself)</em><br />
Are you OK in there&#8230;?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The anglepoise lamp attached suddenly swivels around towards DAVE HOWERY and fastens its head against a surprised HOWERY&#8217;s mouth. We hear a disgusting squelching sound and then it withdraws. HOWERY now has a burn mark on the parts of his beard around his mouth, from the incandescent bulb, and a dazed look on his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KEIRSQUITBO</strong><br />
I am always here for you, my love.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
Wow, now you&#8217;re hot in more ways than one&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
<em>(coughing)</em><br />
Okay. We&#8217;ve got the ship back up<br />
and running, that&#8217;s the important thing.<br />
<em>(heavily)</em><br />
And our first order of business is to say<br />
goodbye to those of us who have fallen in<br />
the cause of duty.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MICHAEL</strong><br />
&#8216;Duty&#8217; here being defined as &#8216;searching the<br />
universe for booze and porn&#8217;.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Greater men have died for less.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. &#8211; AH.COM SHIP &#8211; CARGO BAY &#8211; DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The scene is subdued. In the centre of the cargo bay are six torpedoes, with the piles of dust on top and photos of those who have &#8216;died&#8217;. Surrounding them is the crowd of AH.commers, most of whom are wearing black armbands or other mourning dress. HENDRYK stands at the front in full red and gold Whatian robes. We focus on DOCTOR WHAT and GBW at the side.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
You&#8217;d have thought that Thande<br />
and Torq would have made it!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GBW</strong><br />
Maybe it&#8217;s against their religions.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">DOCTOR WHAT<br />
<em>(testily)</em><br />
Torq has to understand that, with IY<br />
gone, we just don&#8217;t have any big-breasted<br />
women on board so we can&#8217;t perform the<br />
ceremony he wanted!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GBW</strong><br />
(musingly)<br />
I know. A pity.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>HENDRYK</strong><br />
<em>(ceremoniously)</em><br />
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,<br />
They&#8217;re all dead, in Ian we trust -<br />
And now we shall have some readings<br />
from the Speakers for the Dead&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A montage of images showing different AH.commers standing up and giving eulogies for each individual crewmember -</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FLOCCULENCIO</strong><br />
I knew he always wanted us to find<br />
a Mandaean-wank world where that religion<br />
dominated the entire planet&#8230;well, I hope<br />
someday, somehow, he comes to find it himself.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GBW</strong><br />
Of all the angry Brits I&#8217;ve known, and<br />
believe me there&#8217;ve been a few, there&#8217;s never<br />
been one quite like him. For which we should<br />
all be thankful.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MATT</strong><br />
He never let anyone outgun him. I&#8217;d give anything<br />
to speak to him again, even if I had to listen to<br />
his damned threesome story for the fifteen<br />
gazillionth time.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>HENDRYK</strong><br />
She was the hottest foreign devil I&#8217;ve ever<br />
laid eyes on. And the scariest. And as for those magnificent -<br />
<em>(goes off into incomprehensible but clearly emotional Chinese)</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">PSYCHOMELTDOWN<br />
If it hadn&#8217;t been for those new contact lenses<br />
he&#8217;d made for me, I&#8217;d have never been able to<br />
truly see Alyson in all her glorious beauty&#8230;<br />
may you find the halls of your fathers, man.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Finally it comes to DOCTOR WHAT, standing before the torpedo/coffin with the picture of KIT. He looks emotional.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
We need not speak of his mastery of innuendo, his<br />
unmatchable knowledge of Welsh geography, or his<br />
unerring skill with complementary colours.<br />
Of my friend, I can only say this, that&#8230;<br />
<em>(voice breaking)</em><br />
&#8230;of all the souls I have encountered in my travels<br />
through time and space, his was the most&#8230;<br />
<em>(he falters)</em><br />
&#8230;straight.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Solemn silence. Everyone takes a step back.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">HENDRYK nods at MATT, who presses a button on a console. The cargo bays doors open, the atmosphere kept in by a forcefield, and the torpedoes slide down their racks towards the beautiful view of the starscape now revealed. Everyone is still, just watching. Then-</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
<em>(complaining)</em><br />
Why do I have to do this, anyway?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Heads turn to see HOWERY, wearing a kilt and struggling with a set of bagpipes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Because you&#8217;re a bearded engineer.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
I&#8217;ve never played these things before!<br />
<em>(holds them at arms&#8217; length)</em><br />
It looks like something out of one of<br />
Hendryk&#8217;s porn films!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">HENDRYK opens his mouth to protest, then looks considering. He exchanges a thoughtful glance with DOCTOR WHAT, who mouths five words at him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
<em>(turning back to HOWERY)</em><br />
Just play it!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">HOWERY shrugs and grabs the bagpipes. Everyone turns back towards the torpedoes as they continue sliding down the racks out into space.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Bagpipe music begins to play. &#8220;Amazing Grace&#8221;&#8230;and it is beautiful, perfect. There are actually tears in the eyes of even some of the most hardened AH.commers.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">And then DOCTOR WHAT catches sight of something out of the corner of his eye and turns as something floats past.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">It&#8217;s a red-faced HOWERY. He&#8217;s inflated like a balloon and the bagpipes,hanging underneath, are playing HIM, not the other way around. They&#8217;re<br />
clearly a sentient lifeform.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT sighs.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GBW</strong><br />
Y&#8217;know, he kind of looks like an airship&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Everyone stares at HOWERY, cocking their heads to one side, then nod and hastily adjust their trousers.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
(coughing)<br />
Anyway&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The torpedoes slip off the end and out into space. Their engines ignite and they go blazing off into the sunset.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MATT</strong><br />
It&#8217;s the way they&#8217;d have wanted to go.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Not enough lesbians involved for that I&#8217;m afraid&#8211;<br />
Well, maybe Oth.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The silence continues as all watch the torpedoes heading off into the distance. Finally there are six flashes of light as they explode, and then nothing. There is a feeling of relaxing tension in the room. DOCTOR WHAT wipes away a last tear and then turns to address his crew.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
All right.<br />
I know it&#8217;s going to be hard,<br />
but we&#8217;re going to get through this.<br />
We&#8217;re a team, a family even, albeit<br />
a rather dysfunctional one.<br />
C&#8217;mon, let&#8217;s give &#8216;em hell.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The crew nod grimly or mutter a few words of agreement. Everyone turns to the door, which opens-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">And THANDE and TORQUMADA come out, dressed in their lab coats and holding yet more sheafs of printouts, grinning madly. DOCTOR WHAT frowns at the spectacle.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
I hardly think this is in the best taste-</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>HENDRYK</strong><br />
Shall we burn them, O Great One?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THANDE</strong><br />
<em>(ignoring this)</em><br />
We found it!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
What?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TORQUMADA</strong><br />
<em>(holds something up two stiletto shoes)</em><br />
Ohh, whoever did it, he was good!<br />
But he was just a little TOO clever!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
What?!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THANDE</strong><br />
It didn&#8217;t quite match!<br />
If he&#8217;d just left well alone then the<br />
enrichment would have fooled us! It<br />
nearly DID fool us! But-</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
WHAT?!!!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The two pause and finally condescend to explain.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TORQUMADA</strong><br />
We ran tests on this shoe and compared<br />
it to the piles of dust.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THANDE</strong><br />
The 13C patterns don&#8217;t quite match.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TORQUMADA</strong><br />
Neither does the DNA.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Bu-but you said they were genuine&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THANDE</strong><br />
In isolation, they were good enough<br />
fakes that you couldn&#8217;t tell the difference.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TORQUMADA</strong><br />
But we compared the shoe and the dust<br />
to one of Sharky&#8217;s real shoes, and there&#8217;s<br />
just enough difference&#8230;<br />
<em>(grins)</em><br />
They&#8217;re fakes. Very skillful fakes, but fakes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
You &#8212; you mean &#8211;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THANDE</strong><br />
They might be still alive?<br />
Count on it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">DOCTOR WHAT grins, punches the air. Everyone else breaks into similar scenes of celebration. Except DAVE HOWERY who glares out of the cargo bay.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
Waste of six good torpedoes&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KEIRSQUITBO</strong><br />
<em>(softly)</em><br />
You&#8217;ll always have more than enough firepower for me, Dave.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Behind his beard, HOWERY blushes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
There&#8217;s no time to lose!<br />
Take us back to that timeline,<br />
on the triple!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KEIRSQUITBO</strong><br />
Acknowledged.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Visible in the starscape out of the cargo bay, a vortex begins to form&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT- LARGE WELL DECORATED ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The room is large and tastefully decorated with numerous Victorian style furnishings. Several paintings depicting various naval or land battles are hanging on the walls here and there. A large fireplace can be seen in one corner, a fire burning in it. The camera pans over the room to show IRONYUPPIE lying on a couch. She is wearing a rather large and frilly red dress. She opens her eyes and looks around in confusion for a few seconds. She spots LANDSHARK lying on his back on the ground. He’s wearing a tasteful 19th century style black suit. He also has—for some reason—a small pencil moustache.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
What the hell? Sharky-get your ass up!<br />
<em>(kicks LANDSHARK) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Huh?—wha?—what’s going on?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
You tell me. One minute we’re on the planet waiting<br />
to be beamed up—the next we’re here. In these clothes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK </strong><br />
God-damnit! I’m going to kill that useless Yank!<br />
I bet you he screwed up the teleporting! Again!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE gets up and walks towards some large balcony doors. She pushes them open to see fields as far as the eye can see. Picking the crops are large numbers of men and women.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Black men and women.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
Sharky love—I have a really bad feeling about this…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A door suddenly opens and a short overweight middle-aged black woman bursts into the room. She looks at IRONYUPPIE in surprise and looks at LANDSHARK in barely concealed disapproval and contempt.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WOMAN </strong><br />
Miss Scarlett! Really now! I do declare—<br />
a proper lady shouldn’t have a<br />
<em>(looks at LANDSHARK in disgust)</em><br />
…gentleman, I suppose… friend<br />
in her room unsupervised!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
Miss Scarlett?!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WOMAN </strong><br />
<em>(to LANDSHARK)</em><br />
And you! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!<br />
What would your momma think! And the guests<br />
are waiting for you downstairs!<br />
<em>(grabs LANDSHARK and starts forcing him out the door) </em><br />
Now get yourself down there right away and<br />
make the Rhett Butler name proud again!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Rhett Butler?!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WOMAN drags LANDSHARK out the door, slamming it shut behind her.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT.- DESERT PLANET- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>WIDE SHOT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DIAMOND and WEAPON M trudging slowly along through a vast desert wasteland. The camera slowly pulls in close.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
…and then I’m going to stomp on them!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
Interesting. I wasn’t aware that you can remove<br />
a person’s kidneys through their nostrils.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
I’ll find a way!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
In the last 30 minutes you’ve described no less than<br />
eighteen different ways you’re going to kill G.BONE.<br />
<em>(beat) </em><br />
I sense some slight hostility here, my pantless friend.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
We’re on a freaking desert planet thanks to that<br />
lunatic! How can you NOT be upset?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
Easy. The gang is no doubt aware of our predicament. They<br />
are no doubt attempting to look for us as we speak. The tele-<br />
porter has a finite range so there’s only a limited number of<br />
places we could have ended up in. Ergo-sooner or later we’ll<br />
be found. All we have to do is survive until that happens.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
And how the hell are we suppose to do that until it happens?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
Why—go towards that oasis yonder there.<br />
<em>(points) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Sure enough—about a mile or so away—we see a very large oasis, complete with some very dense plant growth and the occasional tree.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
How DO you do that?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
Ah—all part of my philosophy I call &#8220;The Three-Way Third Way&#8221;.<br />
I shall teach it to you one day.  Hey—by the way—did I ever tell<br />
you about the time I had a three-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The two of them walk slowly towards the oasis.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. OASIS- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DIAMOND and WEAPON M eating some fruit and drinking handfuls of water. They’re obviously feeling quite relaxed and generally just chilling out.<br />
We suddenly hear a horn blowing eerily in the distance. It blows again a few seconds later—this time much closer.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND and WEAPON M stand up to see the bushes in the distance begin to shake and rustle. We see what looks like a large stick swishing back and forth in the bushes. It comes closer to the two ah.commers. From out of the bushes comes…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LUAKEL-dressed in what appears to be simple ‘peasant-style’ clothes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND and WEAPON M look in disbelief.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
<em>(relieved voice) </em><br />
Jeez man! You scared the crap out of us,<br />
LUAKEL! What the hell are you doing here?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LUAKEL looks at the two of them in confusion.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LUAKEL </strong><br />
LUAKEL? Who&#8217;s LUAKEL? My name is&#8230;<br />
<em>(beat) </em><br />
URKEL….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the bushes behind him rustle some more and we see several more LUAKELS…then dozens…then hundreds…more appear behind him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL </strong><br />
URKEL…6146.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DIAMOND </strong><br />
Dude, I’m getting fucking tired of these Luakel clones.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
I agree wholeheartedly.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. JUNGLE – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see LEO in his robot body walking through the jungle.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
That’s odd…one moment we were being teleported…the next I’m here.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LEO looks around.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
Something very odd about this jungle…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">POV- LEO’s eyes</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We quickly scroll through different types of vision—infra-red, ultra-violet, X-Ray, magnetic fields, etc.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
Hmmmm….fascinating….<br />
<em>(looks around)</em><br />
An unusual collection of holograms and recreated scenery.<br />
Not unlike that Role-Playing gameworld the crew was on a<br />
few months back. Clearly this jungle was created for some<br />
similar purpose. It is quite likely thatall this is using some<br />
fictional movie or show of some kind as a source material.<br />
But what movie? And where’s KIT?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LEO continues to walk along the jungle.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>SOMETIME LATER<br />
LARGE CLEARING </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see LEO still walking. He stops suddenly and looks at something offscreen. The camera swings around to show—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A stegosaurus eating some plants.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
Oh! Of course! Jurassic Park! Well, as long as<br />
I don&#8217;t go into any toilets, I should be fine…<br />
<em>(beat) </em><br />
This bears further scrutiny.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We suddenly hear an incredibly loud roaring sound that echoes throughout the jungle. The stegosaurus looks up and runs off, obviously in intense fear.<br />
Off in the distance, trees shake and topple.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Obviously a very large thing is fast approaching LEO at great speed, tearing everything in its path.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">However, there is so much plant growth that we can’t see anything clearly, other than to know that whatever the thing is, it is huge.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">After several seconds, the thing approaches the clearing. From out of the treeline and into the clearing erupts—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A FIFTY FOOT TALL KIT!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
Oh shit.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT- LARGE BALLROOM – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a large ballroom filled with people. Many of the people are wearing clothing in similar style to that of IRONYUPPIE and LANDSHARK. The people are in small groups but with very limited gender mixing—for the most part, the women are talking to one another while the men are talking to just each other. There are several black slaves carrying trays of drinks and food mingling with the crowd. IRONYUPPIE and LANDSHARK can be seen listening in on several conversations.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We pull in close to the group that LANDSHARK is with.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CONFEDERATEFLY</strong><br />
War is gonna start any day now,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ROBERT6165 </strong><br />
Rather exciting, isn’t it? You know those<br />
fool Yanks may actually WANT a war?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CODEMAN </strong><br />
We&#8217;ll show &#8216;em!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CONFEDERATEFLY</strong><br />
Ha! And after we’ve kicked those<br />
damn Yankees, we’ll start on England!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The men all laugh. LANDSHARK is choking on his drink.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CONFEDERATEFLY</strong><br />
Something wrong?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
Something wrong? Bloody hell something is wrong!<br />
You are all a bunch of useless war mongering wankers!<br />
<em>(storms away offscreen)<br />
(o.v.) </em><br />
Bloody colonials!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE is listening in on one conversation among several females.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WOMAN #1 </strong><br />
Cathleen, who&#8217;s that?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WOMAN #2 </strong><br />
Who?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WOMAN #1 </strong><br />
That man storming off.<br />
The nasty, dark-haired one.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WOMAN #2</strong><br />
My dear, don&#8217;t you know? That&#8217;s Rhett Butler. He&#8217;s from<br />
Charleston. He has the most terrible reputation.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WOMAN #1 </strong><br />
He looks as if&#8230; as if he knows<br />
what I look like without my shimmy.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">IRONYUPPIE snorts.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
More like he wants to try yours on.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE storms off, ignoring the shocked looks on the women’s faces.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see IRONYUPPIE and LANDSHARK meet up in another room.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
So…we’re actually in the movie ‘Gone with the Wind’.<br />
Some kind of weird role-playing game or something,<br />
forced to act out the whole movie, I guess.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK </strong><br />
This is ridiculous! I’m not anyone’s puppet,<br />
to be used as a plaything then be casually<br />
tossed away like a used kleenix when<br />
they’re done.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE raises an eyebrow in disapproval.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(realizing his mistake</em>)<br />
Present company excluded, of course.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
Much better.<br />
<em>(beat) </em><br />
So—what do we do?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Hrumph! Maybe I can convince these wankers<br />
to go against their programming.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
<em>(rolling her eyes) </em><br />
Oh this should be fun….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LANDSHARK walks towards the center of the ballroom and waves his arms to get the people’s attention. He jumps onto the top of a nearby table.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK </strong><br />
People! Listen to me! You’re in a game! Forced to act out roles<br />
in some weird fiction! But you don’t have to do it!  You have<br />
free choice! You can break your programming! Rise up and cast<br />
down your chains of bondage! You don’t have to be some mindless<br />
drone! Become something else! End this charade! You! The ugly<br />
guy in the brown suit! No—the other ugly one! Don’t you want<br />
to aspire to be something else? Then do so! Rise up my fellow<br />
Bri-…ummmm…fellow coloni-…ummm…fellow people!<br />
Who’s with me!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The entire crowd stares at LANDSHARK in total confusion for several seconds. Then—as one—they all break into riotous laughter. All of the people are doubled over with laughter. One or two actually have tears running down their faces. Many of them are having trouble breathing because of the laughing. Finally, after about a minute or so, one of the guests (CSA945) is able to stop his laughing long enough to talk.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CSA945</strong><br />
By God Rhett—that was the funniest thing I’ve<br />
ever heard in my entire life! Well done, sir!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He raises his glass in salute. Several of the other men do the same. LANDSHARK looks at the group in great annoyance and jumps off the table and storms off.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
WANKERS!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He stops by IRONYUPPIE who is looking at the entire crowd in amusement.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Suddenly, the door to the ballroom bursts open and a young soldier (BRIANP) in a Confederate uniform comes in. He staggers a few feet into the ballroom.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>BRIANP </strong><br />
The Yankees are attacking! Gaaaaaa—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">BRIANP collapses face down, an arrow sticking out of his back. The arrow has a large note attached to it that reads ‘Ulysses S. Grant wuz here’.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">All the people in the ballroom scream and shout and run off.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE and LANDSHARK roll their eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – DESERT VILLAGE – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see WEAPON M and DIAMOND being led by literally hundreds of URKELS towards a large collection of buildings. Numerous crops can be seen surrounding it, all tended by content looking URKELS. In the center of the collection of buildings, we dimly see a large metallic sculpture of some sort.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
So—wait—you guys AREN’T bad guys?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL </strong><br />
Oh goodness graces no! Whatever gave you that idea?<br />
We are all one big happy community, right guys?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Loud roar of approval from the other URKELS.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
So—how does this community work anyway?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL </strong><br />
Oh—it works very simply. You see, we all work on<br />
the collective farms. We turn over all the food to the<br />
Central Committee, who then parcels out the food<br />
back to us depending on our needs. We find that it<br />
works highly efficiently and productively. The same<br />
goes for all the wealth we produce—we turn a large<br />
percentage of it over to them to pay for all of our services,<br />
like our universal health care medical system.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">We see DIAMOND and WEAPON M standing silently and in shock. WEAPON M has a strange tic at the corner of his eye while DIAMOND is looking a bit ill.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
Collective farms…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
Universal health care….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL </strong><br />
Oh yes—we believe that ALL of our services<br />
should be run by the Central Committee—it’s<br />
quite the logical way to go. Oh—by the way—<br />
do you like our sculpture?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WEAPON M shakes his head and looks at the metal sculpture that is in a prominent place in the centre square of the village.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">It’s a massive collection of what appears to be misshapen steel tubes of various sizes melted and fused together into a gigantic vaguely pyramid like structure.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
Looks….interesting, I suppose.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Yeah—very <em>avant garde</em> and all that.<br />
What are all those pipe thingies?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL </strong><br />
Oh, those. Well—after the Great Enlightenment, we cast<br />
aside all of our war-mongering ways and adopted a pacifist<br />
lifestyle. Of course, since we were now pacifists, we no<br />
longer needed the implements of war—so we melted down<br />
all the guns in our society and made this sculpture.<br />
Isn’t it neat?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WEAPON M stares at the sculpture of melted guns in total shock for a few seconds—then collapses to his knees.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
<em>(slamming fist into the ground repeatedly) </em><br />
You maniacs! You destroyed them all!!<br />
Damn you! God damn you all to hell!<br />
(starts sobbing)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – JUNGLE CLEARING – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the FIFTY FOOT KIT walk slowly into the clearing. He has spotted LEO and seems most curious about him. He approaches LEO.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
<em>(backing slowly away) </em><br />
Now KIT—let’s not do anything hasty. Maybe you<br />
should relax and take it easy for a moment.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT continues to approach LEO, not giving any indication that he understands LEO.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Suddenly, we hear shouts from off-screen. KIT is distracted and looks in the direction of the shouts.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LEO takes this opportunity to jump into a nearby ditch and hide.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CAMERA swings around to show—<br />
A large group of men—many of them armed with guns. One of the men holds an extremely large gun and fires it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a canister fly through the air and come crashing down next to KIT. A huge cloud of white gas erupts from the canister. KIT screams. Several more canisters come crashing down all around KIT a few seconds later, all of them spewing gas.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT screams and jumps around for a few seconds but it becomes obvious that his movements are affected. He moves slowly and sluggishly, getting progressively worse as the seconds pass. Finally, he rolls his eyes and collapses on to his back. We hear loud snores a few seconds later.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The man with the large gas gun walks towards the sleeping KIT. He is wearing stereotypical ‘big-game hunter’ clothing. This is MRP. He has several aides and assistants with him, among them JUSTIN PICKARD.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MRP </strong><br />
Ah—nothing like a good hunt to bring a warm<br />
feeling to a man’s soul! And the prey of a lifetime!<br />
This will certainly call for another book to be<br />
written for Safari Press!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>JUSTIN PICKARD </strong><br />
You’ve already written six, sir.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MRP </strong><br />
Don’t you mean five?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>JUSTIN PICKARD</strong><br />
Six, sir. There was ‘A Hunter’s Guide to Aging Lions in Eastern Africa’,<br />
‘A Bullet Well Placed: Hunting Cape Buffalos’, ‘More Hunting, Fishing,<br />
and Shooting on Five Continents’, ‘How To Perform The Perfect Head Shot’,<br />
‘The Best of Sheep Hunting’ and your last one ‘Baby Seals—<br />
They Deserve to be Bludgeoned’.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MRP </strong><br />
Ah yes—forgot about the baby seal one. I try to repress that one.<br />
<em>(face darkens) </em><br />
<em>(quiet voice) </em><br />
Damn baby seals. They killed my father. They should<br />
all be destroyed. Every single last one of them…<br />
<em>(shakes head—speaks in a normal voice) </em><br />
Anyway—guess I’ll just write a seventh one. But first—<br />
we must bring this specimen back to America and show<br />
it to the world. Show it as the New Eight Wonder of the World!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>JUSTIN PICKARD </strong><br />
And that would be…?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MRP</strong><br />
KIT KONG—The World’s Biggest Gaysexual!<br />
<em>(sighs wistfully) </em><br />
So big…so very, very big…<br />
<em>(turns to several other aides) </em><br />
You there! Throw a net over this and set up the teams<br />
to drag him to the ship. Next stop—New York City!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The assistants start tying up KIT.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MRP </strong><br />
Excellent! Now—prepare my meal!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>JUSTIN PICKARD </strong><br />
Of course sir. And what would be your preference?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MRP </strong><br />
Large steak. Rare.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>JUSTIN PICKARD </strong><br />
And would you like a salad with that, sir?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MRP looks at JUSTIN PICKARD in complete utter disgust.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MRP </strong><br />
<em>(angry voice) </em><br />
I believe I’ve made my feelings about these….<br />
<em>vegetables</em>…. quite clear in the past.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>JUSTIN PICKARD </strong><br />
Apologies, sir.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LEO looks on from his hiding place, a look of intense thought upon his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – LARGE ROOM – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see IRONYUPPIE and LANDSHARK sitting. We hear the sounds of gunfire and explosions far off in the distance. LANDSHARK looks utterly depressed while IRONYUPPIE looks annoyed. LANDSHARK is talking—apparently to himself.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(cont.) </em><br />
&#8211;and they laughed at me. And now we’re stuck here, forced to act<br />
out this whole bloody movie. God I’m so depressed<br />
<em>(hangs his head in his hands) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">IRONYUPPIE rolls her eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
Oh, Sharky&#8230; dear Sharky…you are so mercifully<br />
free of the ravages of intelligence.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Oh, you say such nice things, Erikka.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
<em>(magnamously) </em><br />
Yes I know…<br />
<em>(suddenly smacks LANDSHARK on the back of his head with her palm)</em><br />
Pull yourself together, you idiot! You’re suppose to be the history<br />
expert here! Isn’t there some way you can get your limey friends<br />
involved in this stupid war and end it early or something? You<br />
keep going on and on about British superiority in all things. Well—<br />
can they or is all that stuff about British superiority all bark and<br />
no bite—just like the last three lava lamp sessions we’ve had?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Now Erikka, I told you why—the lava lamp frightens and confuses me…<br />
<em>(beat)<br />
(pondering look) </em><br />
Hmmmm….gotta be some way that….<br />
<em>(sudden realization) </em><br />
Of course! That’s it! Bloody hell, Erikka—you’re a freaking genius!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
Yes—I know….<br />
<em>(beat) </em><br />
So what the hell you’re planning, Sharkie?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK </strong><br />
I have come up with a plan so cunning that if it were alive,<br />
you could call it a weasel. I must be off, my dear!<br />
<em>(clasps IronYuppie in his arms) </em><br />
Before I leave, grant me one request, Erikka!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
For the last time, Shark-love, you CAN’T have my<br />
Nutella flavored bra! It doesn’t fit you!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK </strong><br />
No—not that—grant me one tiny insignificant request—<br />
something to remind me of you. Can I have…<br />
<em>(beat) </em><br />
…your stiletto heels?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
There better not be any KY lube on them when I get them back…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE gives the shoes to LANDSHARK, who then scurries off.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – PORT – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a large Ironclad ship tied up on the docks. We see a name plate on the ship: the CSS VIRGINIA.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see LANDSHARK walking confidently towards the ship. He’s challenged by a guard.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GUARD </strong><br />
Identify yourself!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
Out of my way Colonial!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LANDSHARK whacks the guard with a cricket bat and leaps onto the ship. A few seconds later, a blast of smoke erupts from its smokestack and it moves off to sea.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT – SEA –DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the CSS VIRGINIA sailing out to sea. Standing at the bow of the ship is LANDSHARK. He is sipping a cup of tea and staring out at the rising sun.<br />
Off to one side, we see the sea begin to churn and froth. A periscope comes out of the water, followed soon after by a very small and crude looking submarine. We can just make out the nameplate – ALLIGATOR</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We hear a voice (speaking with a thick French accent). This is REDEM.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>REDEM</strong><br />
Captain! Ze Confederate ship is within our zight!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IMPERATOR</strong><br />
<em>(speaking with a New Jersey accent) </em><br />
Fire the torpedo!<br />
<em>(beat) </em><br />
And for God’s sake, stop speaking with that accent!<br />
Just because we bought this sub from the French<br />
doesn’t mean you have to speak like them!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>REDEM</strong><br />
But I feel like I’m getting in<br />
touch with my inner Frenchman….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IMPERATOR</strong><br />
How many times have I told to<br />
wash your hands after you do that!<br />
<em>(beat) </em><br />
And would somebody launch<br />
the freaking torpedo already!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We hear a loud blast and see a torpedo launch from the sub. It moves straight towards the CSS VIRGINIA.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The ironclad explodes dramatically, spewing flames and debris over a wide distance. The ALLIGATOR slowly begins to move away from the scene.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>REDEM </strong><br />
<em>(still with a bit of a French accent) </em><br />
Sir—can we? You promised that if we sank a ship we could.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IMPERATOR</strong><br />
<em>(very deep sigh) </em><br />
Fine. I’ll take you shopping on the Champs des Elysees.<br />
I suppose you want somebody to go with you?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>REDEM </strong><br />
If it’s not too much trouble?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IMPERATOR</strong><br />
Only if you help me get one of those<br />
absolutely divine Louis Vuitton trunks!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>REDEM </strong><br />
Done!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IMPERATOR</strong><br />
Dive! Dive! Next stop—Paris!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the submarine dive the last few feet until only its periscope is seen and it slowly starts moving eastwards.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We suddenly see two hands erupt from the surface of the water. Each hand is holding a large stiletto shoe. The heels of both shoes hook around the periscope’s neck, locking into place. We see a head appear out of the water.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">It’s LANDSHARK</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Damned colonials claiming their ironclads could go toe to toe with the Warrior!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the sub—dragging the very soggy LANDSHARK—go off into the rising sun.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – DESERT VILLAGE – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DIAMOND and WEAPON M sitting near one of the homes. DIAMOND is staring out into space while WEAPON M looks like he’s on the verge of tears. He turns and looks at the pyramid of melted guns—and bursts into tears.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
Oh God—the humanity….the humanity<br />
…..why?&#8230;.oh dear God….why?<br />
<em>(completely breaks down) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
Dude—that’s like the tenth time you’ve done that!<br />
Stop looking at the damn thing!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
But it’s such a terrible tragedy….<br />
<em>(bursts into tears again) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND rolls his eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see one of the URKELS come up to DIAMOND and stare at him for a few seconds.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
<em>(turning angrily at URKEL) </em><br />
What?!?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL </strong><br />
Begging your pardon, sir, but can you answer me<br />
one question? Why are you not wearing any pants?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Only in the joys of pantlessness can one truly experience freedom,<br />
my young URKEL! You must learn to put aside all those foolish<br />
and quaint notions about modesty and embrace the oneness that<br />
can only be achieved by losing one’s pants!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">URKEL ponders this for a few seconds.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL </strong><br />
<em>(dubious voice) </em><br />
It sounds interesting but I’m not sure…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND suddenly stands up and grabs URKEL’s hands</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
URKEL…ummmm…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL </strong><br />
<em>(helpful voice) </em><br />
URKEL 7688…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
URKEL 7688, trust your feelings!<br />
Use the Pantlessness, Urkel! Let go!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see URKEL 7688 look on in confusion, obviously torn with indecision. After a few seconds, he seems to make up his mind. With one quick movement, he rips his pants off.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL 7688 </strong><br />
<em>(long pause) </em><br />
Hey&#8212;this feels…pretty good!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
Yes! I have made a convert! Come, my<br />
pantsless padawan—we have work to do!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The two of them storm off into the village. WEAPON M looks at them walk off for a few seconds and goes back to staring into space.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">After a few seconds, he seems to make a decision and walks off—towards the pyramid of melted guns.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>MONTAGE </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DIAMOND and URKEL 7688 walking proudly pantsless through the village, much to the bewilderment of the rest of the URKELS.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WEAPON M is seen ripping chunks of metal from the Pyramid and is painstakingly creating a gun from scratch using various tools</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND is giving passionate speeches to various small groups of URKELS. We notice one or two more of the URKELS are going pantsless as well.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WEAPON M has successfully made a working gun and has a handful of bullets in his hand. He loads the gun and aims it at a collection of wooden cups lying on a wall. He shoots them off successful. We see a confused URKEL walk onscreen and stare at WEAPON M and the gun. With a smile, WEAPON M shows him how to hold it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND is now flanked by several more pantsless URKELS. The crowds he is addressing are getting bigger in size.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WEAPON M is standing by, watching proudly as two URKELS hesitantly start shooting at various targets. The URKELS begin to get more and more confident in their skills. They are beginning to draw small crowds of confused and curious URKELS.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>END ACT I</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ACT II </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. NEW YORK CITY PORT – NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a ship docked at the dock. A large covered cage is slowly being lifted out of the cargohold and placed onto the back of a large trailer. We see various men nervously holding guns. MRP is off to one side, smiling confidently.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MRP </strong><br />
Yes—soon, very soon. I shall be<br />
the richest man in the world by tomorrow!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>JUSTIN PICKARD </strong><br />
And what will you do with all your money, sir?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MRP </strong><br />
<em>(gets faraway look in his eyes) </em><br />
Dead baby seals….as far as the eyes<br />
can see….stretching off forever and ever….<br />
<em>(shakes head)<br />
(normal voice) </em><br />
Move out!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The cage is dragged off by a large truck. Seconds later, all of the men drive off after it in their vehicles.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A few seconds later, we see a figure—glinting metallically in the moonlight—leap off the ship and start running after them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – LARGE WELL-LIT THEATRE- NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The theatre has a large marquee declaring ‘EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD! KIT KONG!’. We see hundreds of onlookers and media all cramming for attention in front, police desperately attempting to hold them back. We slowly pan to the left to a deserted alleyway—just in time to see a manhole cover—being held by a large metallic man—get shut.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT-SEWER-NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see LEO walk towards the camera. He lifts up his hand. Lights flash on the back similar to before. He nods his head and walks towards another ladder. He climbs up them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT.- THEATRE – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see KIT sitting morosely in his cage. LEO appears nearby.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
KIT? KIT!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT stands up at the sound of LEO’s voice and looks frantically around. He spots LEO and stares at him, a confused look on his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
KIT? I’m not sure if you can understand me but I’m going to try.<br />
We’re in a movie. This isn’t real. It’s all a big virtual game of some<br />
sort, forced to play out the entire scenario. But I believe that there<br />
is a way to stop this. If my hypothesis is correct, if we can change<br />
the movie’s plot, then we will corrupt the scenario. If we succeed<br />
in doing that, the game will collapse and we can get ourselves out<br />
of this nightmare once and for all.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT has been staring at LEO during this entire monologue, a confused look on his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
Now—this is my plan. I need you to concentrate—<br />
concentrate on thinking that you are not KIT KONG<br />
but just KIT. Try it, KIT.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT stares at LEO for a few seconds, still confused looking. Suddenly his face lights up with a grin.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
That’s it KIT! That’s –</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT suddenly reaches out with his hand through the bars and grabs LEO and drags him into his cage!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
Let go of me, KIT! Please!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT looks frantically around the cage and with a mighty roar tears a bar loose! Holding it in one hand and LEO in the other, KIT starts pounding the door to the cage. After a few seconds of his relentless attacks, the cage door—with a slow ponderous groaning of metal—falls to the ground.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT leaps through the open cage door.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see that he is backstage of the theatre. There is a large curtain in front of him. Numerous men with guns and stagehands are running and screaming all around him.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT leaps through the curtains—and onto the stage!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. –THEATRE – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see hundreds of guests staring and screaming in terror at KIT. They start running out of their seats and towards the exits in panic, clearing an empty path in front of KIT.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Nearly empty.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see MRP appear in front of KIT, holding the gas gun.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MRP </strong><br />
Nothing is going to keep me away from fulfilling my baby seal dreams!<br />
<em>(raises gun towards KIT) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Kit still has the bar in his hand that he used to destroy his cage door. He throws it at MRP. It crashes into a row of seats in front of MRP, knocking him off-balance just as he pulls the trigger.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the gas canister shoot straight up towards the ceiling of the theatre instead of the stage.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT leaps off the stage and runs towards the exit. As he reaches it, he rips a huge hole in the wall. He disappears into it and we hear the sounds of numerous people screaming and vehicles crashing into each other a few seconds later.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MRP has recovered and has his gun up. vv</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MRP </strong><br />
Come back here, you—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The gas canister that MRP fired before lands directly in front of him, spewing gas everywhere.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Clouds of white smoke obscures everything for a few seconds. We then see MRP stagger out of the clouds, a beatific smile on his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MRP </strong><br />
<em>(dreamy voice) </em><br />
You know….maybe killing animals isn’t such a good thing after all….<br />
maybe I should stop doing that…hmmmm…you know what I can really<br />
go for right now? A really nice tofu salad….mmmm….vegetables are so tasty….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MRP falls face down and falls asleep.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – NEW YORK STREETS – NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Kit leaps over a parked truck and lands in the middle of a busy street. Cars and trucks brake frantically and crash into one another. KIT looks simultaneously confused, scared and angry. He’s still holding a protesting LEO in his hand while he looks around frantically.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Something makes KIT do a double take and he looks offscreen.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Camera swings around to show, off in the distance:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The Empire State Building.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT stares at the building for a very long moment. There is a strange look on his face—a look of slow, dawning realization.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT turns to face LEO, grinning evilly.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
<em>(sudden realization)<br />
(quiet horrified voice) </em><br />
Oh no—not the toilet, KIT. Not the toilet!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Close-up LEO’s face</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">FLASHBACK F/X</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see LEO walking through the jungle that he was in earlier. He spots a stegosaurus.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
Oh! Of course! Jurassic Park! Well, as long as<br />
I don&#8217;t go into any toilets, I should be fine…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">FLASHBACK F/X</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
<em>(terrified voice) </em><br />
I WAS RIIIIGHT!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT leaps over another truck and starts running down the street, straight towards the Empire State Building.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – LONDON DOCKS – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a few fisherman and dock workers wandering around in the fog-shrouded port.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A large wave washes ashore and slowly drains away. Lying in a heap on the ground is a very soggy and tired looking LANDSHARK.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He gets up, muttering something under his breath ( <em>“&#8230;colonial&#8230;” </em>) and glances around. With a determined look on his face, he storms off, his leather coat waving dramatically <em>(and soggily)</em> behind him.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He passes by a newspaper vendor waving a newspaper.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>NEWSPAPER VENDOR</strong><br />
RMS Trent captured and boarded by Union troops! Diplomats<br />
taken prisoner! Parliament calls act ‘outrageous insult to British<br />
honour, and a flagrant violation of maritime law’! Lord Palmerston<br />
calls emergency cabinet meeting!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. -10 DOWNING STREET- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see LORD PALMERSTON storm into a room. Sitting around a large table are numerous men. The men at the table look very angry. LORD PALMERSTON looks downright furious. He takes his hat off his head and throws it onto the table.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LORD PALMERSTON</strong><br />
I don&#8217;t know whether you are going to stand this, but I&#8217;ll be damned if I do!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">General murmur of agreement.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LORD PALMERSTON</strong><br />
Now let’s write that ultimatum!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">All the men gather together and start shouting out suggestions and ideas.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT.- STATELY ROYAL CHAMBERS –DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see PRINCE ALBERT sitting at a desk. His wife, QUEEN VICTORIA, is sitting in bed, looking at him with concern. PRINCE ALBERT looks rather old and very ill.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>QUEEN VICTORIA</strong><br />
Darling—the doctors said that you shouldn’t exert yourself and to stay in bed.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PRINCE ALBERT</strong><br />
I will—but first I must change this ultimatum that they wrote.<br />
Have you seen this?! It’s practically a declaration of war! No—<br />
I must tone down this letter, if it’s the last thing I do!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He writes for a few minutes. He looks over what he wrote and makes one or two changes, then nods his head in satisfaction. He folds the letter and places it into an envelope. He rings a small bell.vv</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PRINCE ALBERT</strong><br />
Boy! BOY! Get in here!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">We see NEK rush in.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>NEK</strong><br />
You summoned me, your majesty?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PRINCE ALBERT</strong><br />
Yes! Arrange to have this letter delivered<br />
straight away to Lord Lyons!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>NEK</strong><br />
At once sir!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">NEK scurries off.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT- CORRIDOR – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see NEK rushing down a corridor. He turns a corner and disappears from view.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We hear a very loud ‘Thump!’ sound—followed by the sound of someone collapsing to the ground.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A few seconds later, we see LANDSHARK appear around the corner, holding the letter. He pulls it out and reads it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(shaking his head)</em><br />
No—that won’t do at all.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He pulls out a pen and starts writing on the letter.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – LARGE OFFICE – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a man sitting behind a desk. Behind him, in the window, we can see the White House. A large brass nameplate on the desk is written ‘William H. Seward’.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">An aide comes in.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>AIDE</strong><br />
Sir, the British minister Lord Lyons to see you.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WILLIAM H. SEWARD</strong><br />
Send him in.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see LORD LYONS walk in, holding an envelope. He presents it to SEWARD, who takes it and opens the envelope.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WILLIAM H. SEWARD</strong><br />
Any idea what this says?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LORD LYONS</strong><br />
None—my orders were to keep the letter sealed until I presented it to you.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WILLIAM H. SEWARD opens the letter and starts to read from it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WILLIAM H. SEWARD</strong><br />
<em>(reading)</em><br />
You ungrateful bastards!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>You lot can’t be trusted to use a paring knife without injuring yourselves, let alone run your own country! Your accent is atrocious, your food disgusting and your manners nonexistent! In short—you are a bunch of bloody useless idiots! And now you want to pick a fight with us? </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>Come and have a go if you think you&#8217;re hard enough!</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>Signed – Your Rightful Masters</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>P.S. Damn Colonials!!!</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">There is a very long and uncomfortable pause.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LORD LYONS</strong><br />
I’ll just let myself out.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He walks out the room, as WILLIAM H. SEWARD stares at the letter in shock.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – WASHINGTON – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The city is in chaos—British ships are blasting away at Union ships, seemingly at will. British troops are storming the harbour. Confederate troops are standing around the Washington Monument painting slogans on it <em>(‘Yo Momma so fat that when she sits around the house, she sits AROUND the house! Ha-Ha-Ha!’)</em> . The White House is in flames, with several dozen Canadian soldiers standing around roasting hot dogs over the flames. One of them is writing on an unburnt section of a wall of the White House ‘Ooops! We did it again! Bah-ha-ha!’</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see two ships sailing up the Potomac—the HMS WARRIOR and BLACK PRINCE.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera pulls in close to the HMS WARRIOR.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Sitting on the deck of the ship are Admiral TIELHARD and General 67 TH TIGERS. They are sitting next to a large table. On the table, we can clearly see scale models of Washington and the surrounding area, complete with ships, buildings, trees—even people.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The two of them seem to be arguing.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ADMIRAL TIELHARD</strong><br />
With the &#8217;61 Springfield, and—<br />
<em>(licks finger holds it up) </em><br />
-the wind at three knots south-southwesterly, and with the<br />
current level of training morale in McClellan&#8217;s 5th corps, and&#8211;<br />
<em>(pauses; takes a medal off his vest and holds it up next to his head)<br />
(we hear the sound of a bullet bouncing off the medal- PING!)</em><br />
&#8211;where was I?—oh yes- and with the loss of Fortresses Monroe<br />
and Calhoun and Fort Jefferson under siege, this means that the<br />
Union forces here are currently operating at precisely 62.3%<br />
effective ability! I also predict that at current rates of attrition,<br />
we should have the entire Union surrendering in –<br />
<em>(pauses; pulls out slideruler)</em><br />
&#8211;precisely 57 hours, 37 minutes and 17 seconds. That’s, of course,<br />
if the wind maintains its speed of three knots. Now, if it’s FOUR knots,<br />
then—</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GENERAL 67 TH TIGERS</strong><br />
<em>(interrupting)</em><br />
Now see here Sir! I beg to differ! You’re forgetting to take into<br />
consideration the missing Hartford. Rearmed in December ‘61<br />
for wartime service, she&#8217;s got a broadside of eleven 9 inch guns<br />
and a couple of 20 pdr rifles on deck-which we won&#8217;t count- or<br />
a throw-weight of 797.5 lbs, plus she&#8217;s very fast at 13.5 knots,<br />
and is capable of outrunning the British battleline. If she survives<br />
for the next 48 hours, she will be able to hook up with the Brooklyn,<br />
which is another fast cruiser at 11.5 knots with a broadside of<br />
ten 9 inches and one 10 inch giving her a throw-weight of 828 lbs,<br />
and they will be able to raid our southern supply lines.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ADMIRAL TIELHARD</strong><br />
Meaning what?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GENERAL 67 TH TIGERS</strong><br />
Well—if they do that, then the Union will fall in<br />
67 hours, 47 minutes and 27 seconds instead!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They continue to argue.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see—coming down the river—the USS MONITOR.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – USS MONITOR – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see Captain IMAJIN sitting in the command chair staring offscreen with a spyglass.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CAPTAIN IMAJIN</strong><br />
Open fire!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The whole ship shakes as the guns fire again and again.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The first officer HERMANUBIS is staring outside with his spyglass. He gasps.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FIRST OFFICER HERMANUBIS</strong><br />
Sir! We&#8217;re firing at our own men!<br />
They&#8217;re wearing blue not grey!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CAPTAIN IMAJIN</strong><br />
Blast! I can never tell the colours<br />
when I&#8217;m using this monitor!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT- HMS WARRIOR –DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Admiral TIELHARD glances up from his tabletop miniatures to see the MONITOR. He calmly walks towards a cannon and swings it around. Strangely enough—he’s not aiming the cannon directly at the MONITOR—but rather far to the right and at a slight upward angle. He squints one eye and, using his thumb as a crude ruler against various landmarks, seems to make some last minute calculations. With great care, he bends over and moves the cannon a fraction of an inch to the right. Nodding his head with satisfaction, he fires the cannon. Without even bothering to see what’s happened to the cannonball, he turns around and sits back down at the table.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">POV- Cannonball</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the cannonball fire and launch itself towards a clump of trees. It hits the trees but, after hitting a particularly big tree, seems to deflect off course—straight towards a large rock. It bounces off the rock towards the river—and, like a skipping stone, actually skips along the water’s surface—straight towards the mouth of one of the MONITOR’s cannons!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">It hits the cannon, creating a massive explosion. It slowly begins to sink.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – MONITOR- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Water is flooding into the ship. Flames and smoke are nearly obscuring the crew from view.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CAPTAIN IMAJIN</strong><br />
<em>(throwing down his cap)</em><br />
I knew they&#8217;d win! How can they lose when<br />
their Navy has &#8216;Royal&#8217; in the title?!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – MONITOR- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The ship sinks completely, disappearing from view.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – SOUTHERN PLANTATION –DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see LANDSHARK walking triumphantly into the ‘Gone With the Wind’ home from before. Dramatically swinging open the doors and with his leather coat waving behind him, he strides in to see IRONYUPPIE standing in a corner, looking extremely annoyed.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He goes down on one knee before IRONYUPPIE</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
I HAVE RETURNED!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
Where are my stilettos?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
Alas, my darling, they had to be sacrificed when my ship was<br />
blown up from beneath me and I had to use them to hang onto<br />
a submarine’s periscope as it made its way through 2000 miles<br />
of frigid water towards France where I—in my oh so brilliant way<br />
—instigated a war between the colonies and England and, as we<br />
speak, they are over-running Washington and—</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
<em>(dangerous tone)</em><br />
You…lost…my…shoes…?<br />
<em>(beat)</em><br />
And you went to France and didn’t buy me any chocolates?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A foot kicks LANDSHARK in the face. He goes down. IRONYUPPIE continues to kick him mercilessly.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We suddenly hear a booming voice, seemingly coming from all around them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>VOICE</strong><br />
ATTENTION! SCENARIO CORRUPTED!<br />
SCENARIO CORRUPTED! PROGRAM<br />
WILL SHUT DOWN IN TEN SECONDS!<br />
NINE…EIGHT…SEVEN…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE glances up at the voice, shrugs her shoulders and continues kicking LANDSHARK.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>VOICE</strong><br />
THREE…TWO…ONE…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a phenomenally bright white light blinding us.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Fade to Black</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT-DESERT VILLAGE-DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DIAMOND sitting regally on a chair. A pantsless URKEL walks up to him, carrying a tray with a large glass of beer on it. He bows slightly and offers the beer to DIAMOND. DIAMOND takes the glass off the tray and drains the entire glass in one gulp and hands the empty glass back to URKEL.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Report URKEL 7688!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL 7688</strong><br />
Fully a third of the village have embraced the joys<br />
of pantslessness, Oh Enlightened One. It is only a<br />
matter of time before the joys and wonders of<br />
Pantslessness are embraced by all.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
<em>(steepling his fingers)</em><br />
Excellent.<br />
<em>(gets a strange and slightly demented gleam in his eyes)</em><br />
Soon we shall lead a revolution and show the rest of this world<br />
the glories that comes with casting out our pants and embracing the<br />
freedoms of nakedness! And I—as the Pantsless Buddha—shall lead it.<br />
<em>(stands up; places his hands on URKEL 7688’s shoulders)</em><br />
We shall see that perfect world in which there&#8217;s no war or famine,<br />
oppression or brutality &#8211; all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized,<br />
all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, URKEL 7688, to preach this evangel.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL 7688</strong><br />
<em>(shocked and awed voice) </em><br />
Why me?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Because you were the first to not wear any pants, dummy.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL 7688</strong><br />
And all that from not wearing any pants? Gosh….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We hear the sound of marching feet. The two of them look off to the side.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see WEAPON M marching. Behind him are at least 100 URKELS—all of them marching as well and carrying crude rifles slung over their shoulders.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
The more corrupt the state, the more it legislates!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKELS</strong><br />
The more corrupt the state, the more it legislates!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
When the government&#8217;s boot is on your throat, whether it<br />
is a left boot or a right boot is of no consequence!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKELS</strong><br />
When the government&#8217;s boot is on your throat, whether it<br />
is a left boot or a right boot is of no consequence!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
A nation of sheep will beget a government of wolves!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKELS</strong><br />
A nation of sheep will beget a government of wolves!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
The road to slavery is first they take away your guns!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKELS</strong><br />
The road to slavery is first they take away your guns!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
Then they take away your property!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKELS</strong><br />
Then they take away your property!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
Then last of all they tell you to shut up<br />
and say you are enjoying it!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKELS</strong><br />
Then last of all they tell you to shut up<br />
and say you are enjoying it!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They continue marching past DIAMOND and URKEL 7688. About a dozen or so of the gun-toting URKELS stop and stare at DIAMOND for a few seconds. They glance at one another for a few seconds, nod their heads and tear off their pants. With a shout of ‘Freedom!’, the now pantsless gun-toting URKELS run off after the marching URKELS.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND wipes away tears from his eyes, obviously overcome with emotion.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – LARGE OPULENT ROOM – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The room looks like something from a Royal room—large tapestries on the walls, carpets, works of art—and in the middle—a large throne.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see an URKEL on it—this one dressed in royal-like clothes—staring in disbelief at an URKEL standing in front of him. The royal URKEL is called URKEL PRIME.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL PRIME</strong><br />
HOW many?!?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL MESSENGER</strong><br />
Uh—about two-thirds in total sire—divided roughly equally<br />
between the pantsless and the gun toting ones, sire.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL PRIME</strong><br />
You are telling me that two thirds of my people have turned their<br />
backs on our most sacred principles in a matter of a few days?!<br />
<em>(stands up; he looks totally pissed off)</em><br />
Summon my troops! We shall put a stop to this abomination this instant!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">URKEL PRIME storms out of the room.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. –DESERT VILLAGE- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DIAMOND standing on a boulder addressing a large group of pantsless URKELS. He is in the middle of a speech.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
&#8230;blessed are ye, when other URKELS shall revile you, and persecute you,<br />
and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice,<br />
and be exceeding glad&#8211;for great is your reward: for so persecuted they the<br />
prophets like myself which were before you. Let your pantslessness so shine<br />
before others, so that they may see your good works,<br />
and glorify your leader DIAMOND…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKELS</strong><br />
Aye!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We hear a loud commotion from offscreen. DIAMOND and the URKELS turn to look.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see URKEL PRIME—in full royal armour—and about 50 or so uniformed URKELS carrying spears and swords.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL PRIME</strong><br />
You will cease this immediately, outlander! The<br />
rest of you—put on some pants or be arrested!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The guards step forward.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The pantsless URKELS are obviously scared but they stand their ground. The uniformed URKELS step forwards a few more steps, waving their weapons. One of them rushes forward and grabs DIAMOND.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Get your stinking hands off of me, you damn dirty Urkel!<br />
<em>(pushes the guard away)</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A few of the pantsless URKELS rush forward and intervene themselves between the oncoming uniformed URKELS and DIAMOND. It’s beginning to look like a very dangerous situation when…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">..a shot rings out and a bullet hits the ground between the two groups. Both groups turn to look—the pantsless URKELS with joy, the uniformed URKELS with fear and confusion.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see WEAPON M holding a rifle. Behind him—the armed URKELS all aiming their guns.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
An armed society is a polite society, dude.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">URKEL PRIME looks furious.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL PRIME</strong><br />
Attack my troops! Attack!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND/WEAPON M</strong><br />
<em>(together)</em><br />
Get them!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Before the uniformed URKELS can react, the pantsless URKELS and armed URKELS rush towards them. In a matter of a few seconds, all of the uniformed URKELS are disarmed and pinned to the ground. URKEL PRIME is the only one left.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>URKEL-PRIME</strong><br />
<em>(falling to his knees)</em><br />
Nooooo! It’s not suppose to be this way! We had a good thing<br />
going on here until you people came! Now it’s all finished!<br />
<em>(falls to the ground weeping)</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
A little bit of revolution every now and then is good for society.<br />
You guys were way overdue.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Indeed my militia friend! Now—what<br />
other ideas can we bring to this society?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
I can introduce them to the<br />
&#8220;The Three-Way Third Way&#8221;…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We suddenly hear a booming voice, seemingly coming from all around them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>VOICE</strong><br />
ATTENTION! SCENARIO CORRUPTED!<br />
SCENARIO CORRUPTED! PROGRAM<br />
WILL SHUT DOWN IN TEN SECONDS!<br />
NINE…EIGHT…SEVEN…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND and WEAPON M glance up, a look of confusion on their faces.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Whoa—wait a minute—all this<br />
was just a computer program?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
Damn! And I was so looking forward to<br />
explaining my philosophy to these guys!<br />
That reminds me—did I ever tell you<br />
about the time I had…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>VOICE</strong><br />
THREE…TWO…ONE…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a phenomenally bright white light blinding us.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Fade to black.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – EMPIRE STATE BUILDING- NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the Empire State Building. Spotlights are shining all along its sides. We see hundreds—maybe thousands—of people— media, police, onlookers – staring upwards.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Climbing along the side of the building—KIT KONG, holding a screaming LEO.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT is slowly but surely making his way upwards.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT- MAYOR’S OFFICE – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see Mayor SYPHON talking to the Chief of Police HAGGIS.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MAYOR SYPHON</strong><br />
We have to stop that…that…creature!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CHIEF HAGGIS</strong><br />
Already on it, sir!<br />
<em>(picks up phone; sits down in chair as he does so)</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The chair shatters beneath him and CHIEF HAGGIS falls to the ground.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CHIEF HAGGIS</strong><br />
Damn it—why does that always happen to me!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT.-AIRFIELD- NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see five 2-man biplanes take off. Each biplane contains a pilot and a gunner.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">CLOSE-UP<br />
The crews of the biplanes</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CHIEF HAGGIS</strong><br />
<em>(VO)</em><br />
Sound off!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PLANE #1: DOETH/ADAM (pilot/gunner)</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOETH</strong><br />
Brown One</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PLANE #2: FABILIUS/ZARTH (pilot/gunner)</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FABILIUS</strong><br />
White Two</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PLANE #3: RAN EXILIS/BLACKBEARD (pilot/gunner)</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>RAN EXILIS</strong><br />
Blue Three</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PLANE #4: THE SANDMAN/RCTFI (pilot/gunner)</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THE SANDMAN</strong><br />
Orange Four</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PLANE #5: BLACKMAGE/EVOLVEDSAURIAN (pilot/gunner)</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>BLACKMAGE</strong><br />
Pink Five</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EVOLVEDSAURIAN</strong><br />
Hey—why are we always pink! I’m fed up of being pink!<br />
Why can’t we be another colour!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CHIEF HAGGIS</strong><br />
<em>(VO)<br />
(deep sigh)</em><br />
Fine—you guys are Fuchsia! Happy?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EVOLVEDSAURIAN</strong><br />
Alright!<br />
<em>(beat)</em><br />
Pssst—BLACKMAGE—what the fuck is fuchsia?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">BLACKMAGE sighs.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – EMPIRE STATE BUILDING – NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT KONG has reached nearly to the top of the building and is attempting—with no success—to apparently try squeezing both himself and LEO in through a small window on the building.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Even from this distance, we can hear LEO screaming.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT howls in frustration.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The five biplanes come into view.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CHIEF HAGGIS</strong><br />
<em>(OV)</em><br />
Base to Fuchsia Five—what the hell is that thing trying to do?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>BLACKMAGE</strong><br />
Fuchsia Five to Base—as near as I can tell—he’s trying to squeeze both himself<br />
and the captured person into the disabled men’s washroom on the observation deck.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Long pause.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CHIEF HAGGIS</strong><br />
What the fuck does he want to do that for?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>BLACKMAGE</strong><br />
Buggered if I know.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CHIEF HAGGIS</strong><br />
Never mind&#8211;take him down!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>BLACKMAGE</strong><br />
Aye-aye sir!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The five biplanes bank and start diving down towards KIT KONG.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – ROOF OF THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING – NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT KONG is now standing on the roof of the building, still carrying LEO in one hand. KIT looks up to see the five planes come diving towards him, their guns blazing. KIT places LEO down on a nearby ledge and turns and turns his attention back towards the planes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Trails of bullets sweep across the roof of the building, spraying dust and chunks of debris everywhere. Several of the bullets can be seen impacting his skin. KIT howls in anger and pain and suddenly makes a dramatic leap upwards—straight towards one of the planes!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT’s hand smashes against the plane’s wing, ripping a massive chunk of it loose. The plane—now flying with just a wing and a half—flies out of control and begins to descend rapidly to the streets below.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – PLANE – NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">BLACKMAGE is frantically attempting to regain some control of the plane but it’s obvious that it’s a valiant but useless effort. The plane starts going into a long shallow dive along Fifth Avenue.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>BLACKMAGE</strong><br />
MAYDAY! MAYDAY! We are out of control! Impact in<br />
less than ten seconds! Oh God! We’re going to die!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">EVOLVEDSAURIAN is sitting behind BLACKMAGE, a thoughtful look on his face. He reaches over and taps BLACKMAGE on the shoulder.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>BLACKMAGE</strong><br />
<em>(turning around; screaming)</em><br />
WHAT?!?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EVOLVEDSAURIAN</strong><br />
I’ve just wanted to tell you—I’ve always loved you.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He leans over and kisses BLACKMAGE on the lips, much to BLACKMAGE’s shock.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The plane crashes into the ground a few seconds later.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – ROOF OF THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING – NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The four surviving biplanes are blasting away at KIT KONG but with little effect. KIT KONG screams and hits another biplane—this one containing DOETH and ADAM. It spins out of control and plunges towards the street below.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. PLANE- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ADAM</strong><br />
Oh God Doeth—we’re going to die!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOETH</strong><br />
For the last fucking time—it’s pronounced<br />
Doeth, not Do-eth! It&#8217;s ONE syllable!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The plane crashes into the street below, exploding on impact.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – ROOF OF THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING – NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT KONG grabs a chunk of debris from the roof and throws it at a plane—this one with FABILIUS and ZARTH in it. The chunk of debris rips the plane in half—causing the two sections to fall in two different directions down to the street below.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. PLANE- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ZARTH</strong><br />
Ever have one of those days where you think<br />
you should have stayed in a box all day?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FABILIUS</strong><br />
I know the feeling—I should have never left Iceland.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ZARTH</strong><br />
You’re from Iceland? You poor sad bastard….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The two pieces crash into the street below.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – ROOF OF THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING – NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT KONG is screaming at the remaining two planes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – PLANE – NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>RAN EXILIS</strong><br />
Ha! I’ll like to see that bastard try to get me!<br />
I’m angry, young and Dutch!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>BLACKBEARD</strong><br />
What’s your point?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>RAN EXILIS</strong><br />
My point is that with that combination<br />
I can’t die! I’m fucking invinci-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A rock thrown by KIT KONG smashes into the plane—causing it to explode dramatically and scattering pieces of it over a three block radius of New York City.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The pieces come tumbling onto the streets below.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP: Debris</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see one smoldering wooden shoe among all the debris.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – ROOF OF THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING – NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">There’s just one plane left. KIT KONG roars in defiance.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – PLANE – NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THE SANDMAN</strong><br />
What do you think?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>RCTFI</strong><br />
Fuck this—I say we just go to Atlantic City,<br />
pick up a few hookers and get drunk.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THE SANDMAN</strong><br />
Sounds like a plan—you’re paying the first round.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>RCTFI</strong><br />
Why do I have to pay for the first round?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THE SANDMAN</strong><br />
Because you made fun of my poem before, that’s why!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>RCTFI</strong><br />
‘Slouching towards Kyoto’ is a really sucky title for a poem.<br />
Besides which—it’s very derivative of Yeats.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THE SANDMAN</strong><br />
It wasn’t a ripoff—it was a homage!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Still arguing, they bank the plane and it flies off towards Atlantic City.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – ROOF OF THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING – NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIT KONG roars in triumph. He turns and looks at LEO, an evil grin on his face. As he steps forward, we suddenly hear a booming voice, seemingly coming from all around them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>VOICE</strong><br />
ATTENTION! PRIMARY AND SECONDARY SCENARIOS<br />
HAVE BEEN CORRUPTED! UNABLE TO SUSTAIN POWER<br />
FOR TERTIARY SCENARIO! SYSTEM CRASH IMMINENT!<br />
PROGRAM WILL AUTOMATICALLY SHUT DOWN IN<br />
TEN SECONDS! NINE…EIGHT…SEVEN…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO</strong><br />
<em>(relieved)</em><br />
Oh thank God…..</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>VOICE</strong><br />
THREE…TWO…ONE…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a phenomenally bright white light blinding us.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Fade to black.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – STRANGE ROOM – DAY(?)</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Tight on – LANDSHARK’s face. His eyes are closed, though flickering with rapid eye movements. An expression of deep pain is on his face. In the distance, we hear a clanging alarm sound and an electrical spark runs across his face. He wakes up with a start.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(to himself)</em><br />
Dammit woman, you’ll be regretting that next Tuesday<br />
when you expect me to do that thing with the grated cheese and<br />
the industrial-strength duct tape!<br />
<em>(looking around)</em><br />
Hey, we did it!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The room is a beat-up, concrete-walled underground bunker of some kind, obviously part of some vast complex. 1960s-style naked lightbulbs, flickering, hang from the ceiling. LANDSHARK and IRONYUPPIE <em>(still regaining consciousness)</em> are strapped to tables with colanders over their heads and wires attached to their foreheads. As we watch, LANDSHARK rips his away and then begins removing the ones attached to IRONYUPPIE with rather more delicacy.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
Easy does it…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a hand lash out and fasten itself around his throat.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
Urkgh?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
<em>(dreamily)</em><br />
You call THAT a bikini wax?<br />
I’ll show YOU a bikini wax…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
(turning purple from lack of oxygen)<br />
Erikkurgh!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
<em>(opening her eyes)</em><br />
Oh, it’s you<br />
<em>(disappointed)</em><br />
I was expecting that hot girl from Madame Liu’s spa.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
If we’d been stuck in there with you five minutes<br />
longer, I would have been. Now come on,<br />
let’s get out of here!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE and LANDSHARK both get up and stare at the imposing steel blast door sealing them into the room.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
If only I had my shoes with the…”special” heels…<br />
<em>(dangerous tones)</em><br />
But you had to go and lose them in the Atlantic, didn’t you?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(backing away)</em><br />
Now, come on, I…<br />
<em>(sudden realization)</em><br />
Hey! If that was all<br />
<em>(makes quote marks with fingers)</em><br />
“In our heads”, then shouldn’t you<br />
still have them?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE glances down and indeed she’s still wearing the shoes. She starts to take them off.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(stabbing an accusing finger)</em><br />
Hah! So I only lost them in imaginary-land!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
<em>(not looking up)</em><br />
And I only kicked you in the<br />
balls in imaginary land, so it<br />
all balances out. Unless you’d like<br />
to try it out for real.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(seriously considers it)</em><br />
No thank you.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE, with a flourish, pulls off her shoe and jams it in the crack in the blast door, then with a flick of her wrist, snaps off the stiletto heel, leaving it wedged in the crack. We hear a high-pitched beeping sound rising in tone, and a little red light exposed in the broken heel starts flashing. IRONYUPPIE and LANDSHARK quickly dive for shelter behind the brain-control tables.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">There is a huge explosion and the door is destroyed – huge fragments of redhot razor sharp metal scythe overhead. When the smoke clears, the way is open.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
<em>(as she walks out)</em><br />
I always dress to kill.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(to himself)</em><br />
God I love that woman.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He follows her.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – UNDERGROUND BUNKERS – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE and LANDSHARK come out into a corridor. Three similar blast doors open out onto it, but these three all have control buttons at the side. We hear a banging coming from inside one of the rooms.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Let me out! Let me out!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
Aw, but dude! I just got to the good part!<br />
You see, this chick peeled off her-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LANDSHARK walks up to the door and hits the button. The doors slide open and DIAMOND dives out, a hunted look in his eyes, followed by WEAPON M.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
<em>(babbling)</em><br />
No more threesome stories!<br />
It’s enough to drive a man to pants!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
<em>(mock disappointed)</em><br />
What a pity, Jim, I was just about<br />
to regale you with what Helga, Karla<br />
and I did in the womens’ changing rooms<br />
at the Intertimeline Olympics during the<br />
Viagra scandal.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND stares at her in horror while LANDSHARK grins.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M </strong><br />
Hey, where are Kit and Leo?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
In here, I imagine<br />
<em>(points at the two remaining doors)</em><br />
Damn colonials couldn’t find their<br />
way out of a paper bag.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Uh, isn’t Kit a Brit?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(as though this explains everything)</em><br />
He’s Welsh, they don’t count.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LANDSHARK goes up to one of the doors at random and presses the button. The door opens and he is immediately run over as LEO hurtles out of the door, letting out a high-pitched electronic scream. His eyes are glowing red.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO</strong><br />
<em>(in Aramaic)</em><br />
Lo teqruwb li horko!<br />
LO TEQRUWB LI HORKO!!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LEO vanishes into one of the other rooms. A few moments later, a confused-looking KIT emerges.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KIT</strong><br />
Hey, what happened?<br />
I just had a very confusing dream.<br />
There weren’t even any naked Matt Damon<br />
clones rubbing each other down with<br />
baby oil, and that has to be a first!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
We’ve all been stuck in some<br />
mind-game scenarios based on classic films.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
<em>(still looking ill from Kit’s description)</em><br />
Maybe Leo can tell us more, if…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We hear the sound and see the flashes of sparks coming from the other room. After a few seconds, LEO re-emerges, walking rather stiffly. WEAPON M gives him a curious glance.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
Dude, why’d you just weld up<br />
your rear access port?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KIT</strong><br />
Leo! NOOO!!!<br />
You can’t damage your magnificent glutes!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO</strong><br />
<em>(nervously)</em><br />
Stay away from me!<br />
<em>(to the others)</em><br />
So we managed to corrupt the scenarios<br />
and get out. Now to find whoever’s responsible.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(with feeling)</em><br />
And introduce his duodenum to my cricket bat.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KIT</strong><br />
Is this a euphemism for something?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(ignoring him)</em><br />
Forward!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The AH.commers all go to the fourth and final door. LEO presses the button and they walk through into a darkened room.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – FOURTH ROOM</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As they walk in, some lights come on, weakly, but the room is mostly in shadows. In the middle of the room, surrounded by TV screens showing only static, is a desk and in a throne-like chair turned away from the AH.commers is a dark, cloaked figure.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Mr Evil Dude, I presume.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
Ten bucks on him being<br />
dead and all this worked by computers.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
You’re on – all this is from<br />
the 1960s, they didn’t have<br />
computers to do that then.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WEAPON M</strong><br />
Hell, this place runs on films<br />
and, according to them, they had it<br />
in the 1930s!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
<em>(scowling)</em><br />
True…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
All right, Mr Big Brother Target Demographic!<br />
Turn around and face us like a man before<br />
I man your face with a turn!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
That didn’t even make sense!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KIT</strong><br />
<em>(smiling)</em><br />
I think it did…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LANDSHARK and IRONYUPPIE go up to the chair, still unmoving. IRONYUPPIE spins it around and the dark figure is revealed to them…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EVIL MASTERMIND</strong><br />
What?What are you doing here?<br />
This is &#8212;&#8212;,the place that must<br />
not be named.LOL!!! LMAO!!!!<br />
 <img src='http://mes-ah.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' />  :rolleyes: :p <img src='http://mes-ah.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' />  <img src='http://mes-ah.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_mad.gif' alt=':mad:' class='wp-smiley' />  :rolleyes: :p <img src='http://mes-ah.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EVERYONE</strong><br />
WTF?!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">EDVADER gets up. He’s wearing a Darth Vader helmet and a black cloak but, under it, is wearing a Superman costume.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EDVADER</strong><br />
You were supposed to stay—-in the scenarios-films!<br />
until I broke your minds.What does everyone think of this?<br />
:p <img src='http://mes-ah.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_mad.gif' alt=':mad:' class='wp-smiley' />  :rolleyes:</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
<em>(coldly)</em><br />
And for what purpose?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EDVADER</strong><br />
<em>(angrily)</em><br />
It used to be good&#8211;I had this bunker and<br />
all the classic films to entertain me while<br />
the surface recovered from the nuke war.Then THEY came!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KIT</strong><br />
“They”?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EDVADER</strong><br />
They shot up the old city–-city!They had a great<br />
black starship like in star wars!NOOOOO!!!<br />
And they took all my classic films!<br />
So I used the old virtual reality machine—like in Tron!<br />
to catch and brainwash you so you could act them out for me!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND</strong><br />
Um – what?<br />
If it could make us think we were<br />
in classic films, then why didn’t you<br />
just use it yourself to live out all<br />
your film fantasies?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EDVADER</strong><br />
<em>(long pause)</em><br />
NOOOO!!!Damn you!Now you shall be my nemesis,<br />
he who shall not be named, d&#8212;&#8212;-d!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
Whatever. Let’s kick this wanker’s<br />
arse and get the fuck out of here.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EDVADER</strong><br />
NOOOOO!!   <img src='http://mes-ah.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_mad.gif' alt=':mad:' class='wp-smiley' />  <img src='http://mes-ah.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_mad.gif' alt=':mad:' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
You’re going back into the machines!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
And who’s gonna make us?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">EDVADER pulls a lever on his desk and, as he does so, we see movement from all around the room. More lights come on, revealing shelves on shelves all along the walls. Each and every one of them is packed tight with classic DC Comics action figures…and, as we watch, they come alive!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EDVADER</strong><br />
Get them, Justice League!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
Oh, you’ve got to be kidding.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The ACTION FIGURES dive on the AH.commers. They all start kicking and punching them out of the air, but they don’t have their weapons and begin to get swarmed. A Green Lantern forms a human-sized fist using his power ring and knocks out WEAPON M, while a Superman uses his heat-ray vision to set fire to LANDSHARK’s hair and he desperately runs around looking for an Aquaman to put it out.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LEO CAESIUS crunches one with a lightning-fast blow of his metallic hand and finds himself fighting next to KIT.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KIT</strong><br />
I don’t think we can last much longer!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
I’m still not speaking to you!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KIT</strong><br />
I don’t even remember what happened!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
I wish I could say the same!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As they speak, another action figure flies straight up to KIT and looms in his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KIT</strong><br />
<em>(‘The Scream’ pose)</em><br />
Aaagghhh!! So big, so round, so wobbly…<br />
<em>(collapses)</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EDVADER</strong><br />
LMAO!! Go Power Girl!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
This is not looking good.<br />
<em>(his expression changes)</em><br />
Although…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EDVADER</strong><br />
<em>(pointing at him)</em><br />
You!Robot like C-3PO in Star Wars!<br />
You’re going back into the machine and—</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
<em>(looking at the ceiling)</em><br />
I think…not…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As he speaks, columns of brilliant light appear around the room and resolve themselves into DOCTOR WHAT, MATT, MICHAEL, PSYCHOMELTDOWN and DAVE HOWERY. All of them are packing BFGs, except DAVE who has his chainsaw. They stare at the scene with all the action figures attacking the landing party, then immediately go into action.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MATT</strong><br />
<em>(shouting)</em><br />
Kill the asshats!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DAVE HOWERY swings his chainsaw and slices up dozens of the action  figures.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
Hah! Eat adamantium! How’dya like that-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We hear a grinding shriek, there’s a shower of sparks, and the chainsaw blade stops. DAVE looks down to see that he’s hit a Wolverine action figure.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
Damn, didn’t think of that.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The chainsaw remains still and he starts spinning around, then flies off and hurtles through the air.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile –</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MICHAEL</strong><br />
Hey, Doc, I think these guys are impostors, not<br />
the real landing party. You’d better shoot ‘em.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
<em>(doubtfully)</em><br />
Really?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MICHAEL</strong><br />
Yeah! And shoot us, while you’re at it.<br />
You can’t be too careful.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT shrugs, holds out his BFG at arm’s length and, his eyes closed, sprays the room wildly with plasma fire. When he opens his eyes again, the AH.commers are completely untouched but half the action figures are melted to plastic debris.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MICHAEL</strong><br />
<em>(lighting a cigar)</em><br />
You work with what you have.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Go back to – DAVE HOWERY as he lands on EDVADER’s desk. He goes sliding along it, knocking piles of original scripts and comics everywhere, and slams into the control button at the end. His beard hits the button and immediately rips the entire console to shreds. Everything goes dark and all the remaining action figures fall to the floor and go inactive.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
Heh. Who needs a chainsaw anyway<br />
when you’ve got adamantium whiskers?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As he gets up, the other AH.commers recover.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Kit! Erikka! You’re okay!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
Only in the High Archaic Upper<br />
Voltaic sense of the word, Doc.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The AH.commers converge on the quailing EDVADER.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EDVADER</strong><br />
Hey—-LOL,LMAO?Why don’t we call a truce<br />
like at the end of Revenge of the Sith??</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
<em>(threatening)</em><br />
What do you want to do to him?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
I’ve decided.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
It had better be good!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
Nothing.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK/EVERYONE</strong><br />
What?!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
C’mon – do you really think we could reduce him<br />
to a more miserable existence than this?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LANDSHARK</strong><br />
We could try!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As they argue – MATT and DAVE HOWERY are examining some of EDVADER’s comics.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
Wow, The Amazing Spider-man #1!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MATT</strong><br />
Torq will be Hulk with envy…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT picks up several female action figures with a thoughtful expression on his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Hey, Leo, do you think you could emulate that control<br />
system Dave trashed? I find these strangely ar-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As they speak, the teleportation beams take them again.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The light fades, and the room is empty.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Tight on – EDVADER sitting on his own in the chair.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He suddenly raises his fist and yells at the ceiling:</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>EDVADER</strong><br />
I’ll get you one day, D&#8212;&#8212;d!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – SPACE – AH.COM SHIP</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the AH.com ship orbiting the desolate Earth again.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – AH.COM SHIP – TELEPORTER ROOM – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G.BONE conscientiously presses the last button and the AH.commers materialise. DOCTOR WHAT glances around.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE</strong><br />
How’d it go, dudes?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
<em>(grudgingly)</em><br />
Textbook.<br />
Good work, G.Bone.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>G.BONE</strong><br />
Awesome.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – AH.COM SHIP – CORRIDOR</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
You must be glad to have me back, Doc –<br />
the ship must have been falling apart<br />
without me here!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
<em>(awkwardly)</em><br />
Yeah – about that…<br />
You’d better come with me…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – AH.COM SHIP – COMPUTER ROOM</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LEO CAESIUS stares as DAVE HOWERY, THANDE and TORQUMADA disconnect KEIRA KNIGHTLEY, the MOSQUITO and BOBO from the machine. Most of the other AH.commers are also watching. DOCTOR WHAT sidles up to LEO CAESIUS.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
<em>(dangerous tones)</em><br />
You tried to replace me?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Only temporarily!<br />
Besides, while you were away,<br />
ah, “Keirsquitbo” sorted out<br />
all those archive video files<br />
of Kit’s quarters that you were<br />
putting off.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO CAESIUS</strong><br />
<em>(to himself)</em><br />
Thank God. The last time I did that,<br />
he’d put subliminal messages in his<br />
sock draw layout, and…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Anyway, no harm done, and we’ve got them<br />
back at last.</p>
<p>THANDE, with the MOSQUITO, and TORQUMADA with BOBO walk up. In the background, we see DAVE HOWERY going off with KEIRA, who can’t take her hands off him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
You’re okay? No side effects?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TORQUMADA</strong><br />
The readings say they’re fine.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>BOBO</strong><br />
Bobo lose weight.<br />
Bobo star in pirate films…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TORQUMADA</strong><br />
What?!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MOSQUITO</strong><br />
<em>(to BOBO)</em><br />
You get away!<br />
It is only I who exist to serve the great Torq!<br />
<em>(bows down to him)</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Uh…what was I saying about side effects?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THANDE</strong><br />
Just a little cliché brain switch,<br />
nothing to worry about…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TORQUMADA</strong><br />
Er – hang on – if Bobo’s in the mosquito<br />
and Keira’s in Bobo, then…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ALL</strong><br />
Uh-oh.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We hear a high-pitched shriek and DAVE HOWERY runs back in, his pants down <em>(DIAMOND nods approvingly)</em> and twin puncture marks in his throat trickling blood down his neck.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DAVE HOWERY</strong><br />
It’s Keira!<br />
She’s a vampire!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT calmly gets out a clipboard and ticks a box.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Good good, one down one to go,<br />
now to see how she feels about lesbianism…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE</strong><br />
Yeah, like you’ll get there first!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
You’re on!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They race after KEIRA into the distance.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Fade to black.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> END ACT II</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT- PLANET ORBIT – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the AH.COM ship fire its engines and slowly pull away from orbit and into space.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – AH.COM SHIP BRIDGE- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see various crew members at their posts. DOCTOR WHAT is leaning back in the command chair, playing with a few buttons on the arm-rest.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO</strong><br />
Engineering reports that we will be ready<br />
to activate the Shift engines momentarily.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Great—the sooner we leave these freaky timeline,<br />
the better. How do you feel being out of your robot<br />
body and back in the ship?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
Much, much, MUCH safer, Doc.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>KIT</strong><br />
For the last time—I don’t remember anything!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO</strong><br />
I’m still not talking to you! God—I’ll never be able<br />
to watch that movie ever again…<br />
<em>(beat)</em><br />
By the way—I did some additional analysis of those readings<br />
we took from the planet surface. Remember those weird craters<br />
that I detected? The ones made by plasma weapons?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Yeah—what of it?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO</strong><br />
I examined the beta decay radiation signature<br />
from the neutrino traces I found. They are virtually<br />
identical to the plasma weapons used by the<br />
CF.Net ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Gasps of shock and surprise from the bridge crew.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
What the hell—the CF.Netters were the ones<br />
who attacked that nuked world last year?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO</strong><br />
That does seem to be the case.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Ummm—the world was already a radioactive hellhole.<br />
Blowing it up again—isn’t that a wee bit excessive?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO</strong><br />
Well—we are talking about a ship crewed by pirates, thugs,<br />
cut throats, murderers, and dimwits after all&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Got a point, there.<br />
<em>(beat)</em><br />
Wait a sec—that means that they are the ones who<br />
stole what’s-his-name’s films from him last year.<br />
And the reason why we ended up in this mess in<br />
the first place.<br />
<em>(beat)<br />
(confused voice)</em><br />
Why the hell would Ward want<br />
to steal a bunch of movies?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO</strong><br />
Beats me.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Meh—I’ve got better things to do then try to<br />
figure out what goes on in that twisted old<br />
man’s mind. Engage the Shift!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO</strong><br />
Engaged!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT- AH.COM SHIP – DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a vortex open up and the ship begins to move towards it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – DARK ROOM- NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We slowly pan across the inside of a dark room. Other than noticing that the walls are made from medal, we can see very little of how it looks like.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">But we can hear&#8212;sounds. The sounds are faint and have a slight echo to them but we can hear what sounds like—weeping. Faint whimpers of pain. Groaning sounds. A rhythmic pounding sound that we realize after a few seconds to be the sound of somebody pounding their head on a metal wall. We hear a few faint words and phrases&#8211;’Make it stop’, ‘Please—no more’, ‘Oh God—the pain…’, ‘….noooooo!&#8230;’ and so forth.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera pans into and through a wall and out into a corridor—where we see standing against one wall—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WARD.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He is leaning nonchalantly against the wall, drinking a cup of coffee and smoking a cigar.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He’s grinning maniacally.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GRIMM REAPER comes into view next to WARD and looks at a watch in his hands.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GRIMM REAPER</strong><br />
They’ve watched both movies now, sir.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WARD</strong><br />
Even the credits?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>GRIMM REAPER</strong><br />
That—AND the special deleted<br />
scenes only found on the DVD, sir.<br />
<strong>WARD</strong><br />
Excellent—let them out.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GRIMM REAPER walks towards a door. On the door is a piece of cardboard. On the cardboard are written the words:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">TONITE ONLY: SPECIAL MOVIE NIGHT! CATWOMAN/ELECTRA DOUBLE BILL!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GRIMM REAPER opens the door. He is almost overwhelmed by a stampede of cf.netters (DOMINUSNOVUS, FAEELIN and many others) running out of the room. They reach to WARD and collapse to their knees, weeping and whimpering.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>CF.NETTERS</strong><br />
No more! We’ll be good! PLEASE show us anything—anything else<br />
except that! We’ll even watch your slideshows! All 17,570 of them!<br />
All in one sitting! We’ll do anything you ask! Anything! But please<br />
not that again! Anything except that!! PLEASE!!!<br />
<em>(they break down in tears)</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WARD leans back and smirks, taking a long puff on his cigar.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WARD</strong><br />
Good to be the King.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> FADE TO BLACK</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>ROLL END CREDITS </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>TEASER</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT- AH.COM SHIP- VISITOR’S LOUNGE- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera opens up on the ship’s small but plush visitors’ lounge, a room with soft carpets, easy chairs, and soft music.  DOCTOR WHAT is seen standing nervously, in his full formal uniform, tugging at his collar.  LANDSHARK, FLOOCULENCIO, MICHAEL, and DMA, also in full uniform are standing in a line next to him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
So, who’s this woman again?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
The local Coordinator of the Office of Minor Temporal Travelers Affairs.<br />
She’s here to make sure that LUAKEL is being raised properly.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
Bugger.  We’re screwed for sure.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MICHAEL </strong><br />
Now that’s the spirit.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Now, don’t say that.  We’ve been cleaning the ship all week,<br />
I’ve had everyone brushing up on their manners, we’ve coached<br />
LUAKEL to sound nice and moral, and KIT is locked up in the<br />
storage room for the duration of her visit.  We can pull this off.<br />
Act nice, here she comes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A woman in a severely plain business suit walks into the lounge.  She is middle aged and plain, with graying hair pulled back into a tight bun.  A disapproving scowl is on her face.  DOCTOR WHAT steps forward and offers his hand.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
MISS SACKICKER, welcome to the AH.COM.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MISS SACKICKER looks at his hand as if it was a dirty wet paw.  After an embarrassing silence, DOCTOR WHAT withdraws his hand.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MISS SACKICKER </strong><br />
Captain What, I am <em>extremely</em> unhappy with what I have heard<br />
about your ship so far.  Your reputation consists of little more than<br />
rumors of assault and battery on innocent persons, drunken licentiousness,<br />
and moral misconduct of a shocking nature.  How do you expect to raise a<br />
young man properly in this sort of environment?  I have even heard that you<br />
have cohabitating couples on this ship who live in carnal companionship<br />
without the benefit of marriage!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em> (defensively) </em><br />
Only two.  But I think you are maligning us.  To be sure, our crew can<br />
be a rough bunch at times… but if they weren’t, we would never have<br />
survived.  And LUAKEL is gaining an education not to be matched<br />
planetside.  He is learning the history of dozens of cultures, is exposed<br />
to a wide variety of languages, and has learned to tolerate the strange<br />
customs of many worlds.  And we have never attacked the innocent,<br />
MISS SACKICKER.  We have defended ourselves on numerous occasions,<br />
but have never blatantly attacked anyone.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MISS SACKICKER looks like she is partially convinced by DOCTOR WHAT’S argument, when a shriek of feminine rage is heard.  The camera shifts to a view of the hallway beyond the door.  LUAKEL is seen running at full speed past the door.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
I’msorryIpeeked,pleasedon’tkillme!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Seconds later, KEIRA is seen running past, obviously chasing LUAKEL.  One hand is holding a towel wrapped around her body, and the other is waving one of DAVE HOWERY’S adamantium chainsaws in anger.  She is dripping wet, and has obviously been interrupted in the middle of a shower.  She looks furious.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Seconds after that, DAVE HOWERY is seen running past the door in pursuit of KEIRA; he holds his other chainsaw.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
KEIRA, honey, please don’t kill him!  I want to do it!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MISS SACKICKER looks back at DOCTOR WHAT, who groans and turns to the other crewmembers.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Guys, go break that up, will ya?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The other crewmembers leave the lounge in a hurry.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
I guess this looks pretty bad, doesn’t it?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MISS SACKICKER looks even more angry and disapproving than she did when she first came in.  At this moment, MATT enters the room.  He has a handcart piled high with cardboard boxes.  Each has the words “LESBIAN PORN” stenciled on it in all too noticeable big letters.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Hey, Doc, where do you want these?<br />
WEAPON M and DIAMOND are bringing the rest.<br />
HENDRYK said he’ll handle the real hard core stuff.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT turns back to MISS SACKICKER with a very weak smile.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
We… uh… keep that around for business reasons.<br />
Some timelines use porn for currency.    Really.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CUT TO OPENING CREDITS:</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">An Alternatehistory.com Presentation:</span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; color: red; font-size: x-large;">AH.COM: The Series</span></strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>“A SMALL PROBLEM” </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Written By : DAVE HOWERY </strong></p>
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</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ACT I</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SPACE- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera opens on a scene in space, showing the Earth below.  A wormhole opens up, and the AH.COM flies out of it, and settles into orbit. Moments later, the shuttle bay is seen to open, and a shuttle flies out of the ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera sweeps across the room, showing most of the crew at stations.  The camera stops on DOCTOR WHAT sitting in his chair, MATT standing next to him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Man, we sure had to leave that timeline in a hurry.  How long do<br />
you suppose it’ll take them to find MISS SACKICKER?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Hopefully a day or two.  That reminds me, I’ll have to write G BONE<br />
a commendation.  He managed to transport her right into the darkest<br />
corner of that hog farm.  It took some doing to drag her down and tie<br />
her up… I think WEAPON M still has some bruises.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KIT </strong><br />
Hey, one of the shuttles just launched!  Who’s taking it?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
Just GBW.  Every so often, he likes to take a shuttle out to the dark side<br />
of the moon for ‘personal reasons.’  I think he steals part of the Doc’s<br />
porn collection and has an uninterrupted Onanistic orgy.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THANDE </strong><br />
I don’t think that’s true.  GBW is one of the most thoughtful and<br />
logical of this benighted crew. I think he takes some time to<br />
contemplate deep thoughts.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DIAMOND </strong><br />
Yup. Deep thoughts about naked chicks with big jugs.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
You’re all wrong.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The other crewmembers turn to DOCTOR WHAT with questioning looks.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Never mind.  It’s none of your business.  LEO,<br />
what can you tell us about the planet here?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT swivels his chair back towards the view screen, as LEO CAESIUS speaks.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
This world is fairly advanced… but not quite enough for first contact.<br />
They are close to having real spaceships, and they have several centers<br />
of high technology.  But, they are not ready for dealing with multiple<br />
timelines yet.  They still have some international problems to work out.<br />
Since we have no need of any supplies right now, I recommend we stay<br />
in orbit, and risk no contact of any kind.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Okay.  LEO, mark the coordinates of this<br />
timeline down and flag it as Category C.<br />
<em> (pauses) </em><br />
Too bad.  First contact is something I really enjoy.  It’s why I got into<br />
the service in the first place.  Introducing worlds to the multiverse is a<br />
thrill like no other.  If this world had only been a few more decades along….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THANDE </strong><br />
But I have to wonder if we are the best ones for first contact.<br />
After all, they will judge all other timeline travelers by us.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT looks around the room.  He sees DIAMOND sitting at his console with no pants on, IRON YUPPIE slapping LANDSHARK’S hand as he inadvertently moves it on her side of the station they are at, WEAPON M picking his teeth with a huge survival knife, and DMA guzzling a can of Foster beer.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
What’s so wrong with the crew?  Never mind, let’s prepare<br />
to shift out of here.  As soon as GBW gets back, we’ll…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Wait… there is a huge energy field that<br />
just sprang up in Sault Ste. Marie.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
Jesus Christ, I’m starting to hate it when that name comes up.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The crew looks at the view screen.  On it, North America can be seen.  A vast field of sparkling energy is seen rapidly expanding across the continent.  In seconds, it covers the western hemisphere, and then moves around the entire globe.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Good God Almighty!  LEO, what the hell is that?!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
It’s hard to get a reading on it.  Wait… it appears to be…<br />
uh oh, it’s expanding out towards us!  Brace for impact!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">On the view screen, the shimmering energy field can be seen expanding outwards.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SPACE- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows the AH.COM in orbit.  The energy field expands outward and washes over the ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The room shakes violently, and the crew members stagger for a moment.  And then, all of them grab their heads and start screaming in pain, writhing in agony.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- ENGINEERING- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G BONE and PSYCHOMELTDOWN are seen rolling on the floor, holding their heads and howling in pain.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- MED BAY- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND and TORQUMADA are seen holding their heads and curled up on the floor, screaming like all the others.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- DAVE HOWERY’S QUARTERS- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DAVE HOWERY, like all the others, is on the floor howling in pain.  KEIRA is holding on to him… she does not seem to be affected by the energy wave, but she looks around in terror as the ship shakes.  With a great shower of sparks, the lights in the room go out, and the scene plunges into total darkness.  KEIRA can be heard screaming over the black.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SPACE- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows a scene of the AH.COM small against the vast globe of the earth.  The web of energy shimmers over the planet and the ship for a few seconds, and then it suddenly vanishes.  The AH.COM can barely be seen, as there are only a handful of lights still left shining on it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SPACE-DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The dark side of the moon fills the screen.  The camera slowly descends down the surface, and stops when a brightly lit shuttle comes into view.  The words “MIMI MIYAGI” can be seen painted on the nose.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- MIYAGI SHUTTLE- COCKPIT – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is seen sitting in the pilot’s chair, feet propped up on the console in front of it.  He has an open beer bottle in one hand, but it seems to have been scarcely touched.  His other hand holds a photograph.  GBW is looking at it with a mixed expression of sadness and fondness.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches view to the photo in his hand.  It shows GBW <em> (apparently several years younger) </em> with an arm around a pretty and petite blonde girl.  Both are smiling out of the photo, sitting on a green lawn.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to GBW, and a beeping sound is heard.  GBW looks at his watch, and turns off the alarm.  With one last look at the photo, he puts it in his shirt pocket.  He sits up, takes his feet off the console, and flips several switches.  He takes hold of the control stick and pushes it forward.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SPACE- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The AH.COM ship is seen drifting in orbit over earth.  The MIYAGI shuttle comes into view, moving towards the larger ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- MIYAGI SHUTTLE- COCKPIT- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW flips several switches, and then pushes the comm button.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
LANDSHARK, I’m bringing the MIYAGI back.  Open up the shuttle bay doors, please.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Nothing happens.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
LANDSHARK? You there?<br />
Did YUPPIE put another gag in your mouth?<br />
Hello?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Silence.  GBW looks very confused, and pushes another comm button.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Okay, KIT, LANDSHARK is playing games again.<br />
Open up the shuttle bay doors, would you?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Silence.  GBW looks up at the view screen, a very annoyed look on his face.  The camera switches to his POV.  The AH.COM can clearly be seen now, and it is obvious that there is something wrong.  Only a few running lights are seen on the outside of the ship, and the portholes show only dim emergency lights inside the ship.  The camera switches back to GBW, who now looks worried.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
LEO, can you hear me?  Anyone?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Silence.  GBW looks at the view screen for a moment, and then looks at his console.  The camera switches to his POV, and we see his hand reach for a button labeled “Manual Docking Controls”.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SPACE- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a view of the AH.COM.  A loud unlatching sound is heard, and the shuttle bay doors open on the ship.  The MIYAGI is seen moving towards the bay.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- SHUTTLE BAY- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The bay doors close the last few inches, with a loud locking sound, followed by the hiss of equalizing air pressure.  The door of the shuttle opens, and GBW steps out.  He looks around warily, and has a heavy book in hand.  He walks over to the consoles on the side of the bay.  One console for communications has a button by a microphone.  GBW pushes the button and speaks into the mike.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
LEO!  It’s GBW.  Can you hear me?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LEO CAESIUS’S voice sounds over the loudspeakers, but his voice is monotone and flat, with pauses between syllables.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Hel lo G B W.  My name is Leo.<br />
Would you like to play a game of chess?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Wha… chess?!  No, I don’t want to play chess!<br />
Tell me what happened to the ship!  Where is the crew?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
That does not com pute, G B W.  Please re state the ques ti on.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW takes his hand off the comm button, looking completely baffled.  He looks around the shuttle bay for a moment, and then walks out the door.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- CORRIDOR- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is seen walking warily down a hallway, which is dimly lit with emergency lighting.  The camera shows him from the rear.  As he moves along, a small shadowy figure is seen to dash across the hallway behind him.  GBW whirls around, but there is nothing there.  As he looks, another vaguely seen small figure dashes across the hallway behind him.  He whirls around again, but there is nothing there.  GBW swallows hard, with a slight look of fear, and continues walking down the hall.  The camera switches to a rear view of him.  As he walks away, a small shadowed figure is seen leaning out in the hallway to look at him.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- ENGINEERING- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is seen entering the room.  He looks around the place, and walks over to a panel with a blinking red light.  The label above it says “Main Power.”  He opens the panel, looks at the breakers for a moment, and then flips a large master breaker.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SPACE- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">With a humming sound, the AH.COM lights up to normal running mode.  Exterior lights come on all across the hull, and bright normal lighting is seen in the portholes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- ENGINEERING- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW looks up as the lights come on in the room.  He grins and starts to walk away.  He suddenly stops and listens.  A low scraping sound of metal on metal is heard.  GBW looks around, and realizes that the sound is coming from behind a console in the center of the room.  He holds his book up and quietly walks over to the console.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a view from behind the console.  GBW is seen suddenly jumping into view, pointing his revolver, and looking somewhat scared.  However, the look of fear on his face suddenly changes to puzzlement.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Who are you?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to his POV.  A small brown haired boy is standing there, caught in the act of dragging an adamantium chainsaw across the floor.  He looks up and drops the chainsaw with a guilty look, and puts his hands behind his back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> BOY </strong><br />
I’m sorry, mister, I know I’m not supposed ta play with chainsaws.<br />
I won’t do it again, honest.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
How did you get aboard?  And just who…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A look of shock, horror, and surprise goes across his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Oh.  My.  God.   <em>DAVE?!</em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to the boy, and it is obvious that he is indeed DAVE HOWERY, but is now a 5 year old boy.  GBW staggers back in shock.  He turns around and does a double take.  The camera switches to the door, where three more children are standing in wide eyed wonder.  One is a small blonde girl, one is a brown haired boy in a long frock coat, and one is another brown haired boy with no pants.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
YUPPIE.  LANDSHARK.  DIAMOND.  Oh Jesus.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A sound of children arguing draws his attention back to the center of the room.  He sees DAVE HOWERY tugging at the chainsaw against another boy, this one with black hair and brown skin.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
PSYCHO…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Its mine!  You can’t have it!  It’s mine!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
No fair!  You had it a long time!  I wanna play with it too!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
No!  Its mine!  Leggo!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DAVE HOWERY tugs the chainsaw away from PSYCHOMELTDOWN, who immediately throws himself on the floor and starts crying and screaming and kicking.  DAVE HOWERY pulls the chainsaw along the floor and then does a happy little dance.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Ha ha ha ha ha!  I have the chainsaw and<br />
you can’t have it!  Nyah nyah nyah nyah!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PSYCHOMELTDOWN screams even louder and gets up off the floor, obviously intending to renew the struggle.  The camera switches back to GBW, who is watching the whole thing rather dazedly.  He shakes his head.xx</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
DAVE!  PSYCHO!  Both of you leave the chainsaw alone!<br />
It’s dangerous.  You might cut yourselves on it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Both boys look sullen.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
No fair!  DAVE got to play with it for a long time!  Why can’t I play with it?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Because I said…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">With a loud pop, the console in the center of the room vanishes.  GBW looks at the empty space with amazement.  Another loud pop is heard, and he looks up to see that a round hole in the ceiling has suddenly appeared.  Another loud pop is heard, and the missing console suddenly reappears in the far corner of the room, halfway off the floor… it falls to the ground with a crash.  GBW looks on in confusion for a moment, and then realization hits him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Oh shit!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The children all goggle and then laugh.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> IRON YUPPIE </strong><br />
You said a bad word!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW ignores them and runs out of the room, pursued by the children who laugh and shriek behind him.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- TELEPORTER ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW runs full tilt into the room and comes to a stop, eyes wide in surprise.  The camera switches to his POV.   A small Hawaiian boy is standing on the chair by the teleporter station.  He is laughing and slapping his hands across the buttons, making the lights go off and on.  Every so often, he pushes the teleporter lever up and down, making vrooming sounds as he does so.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
G BONE!  Get away from that console this instant!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G BONE looks up in surprise and then bursts into tears.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> G BONE </strong><br />
You yelled at me!  I want Momma!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’m sorry, but you might hurt someone.  That console<br />
can do dangerous things, and little children shouldn’t play with it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G BONE wipes his eyes, and hops down from the chair.  He looks up at GBW with sad and contrite little eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> G BONE </strong><br />
I’m sorry, mister.  I didn’t want to hurt anyone.  I was just playing, honest.<br />
I just wanted to see the pretty lights go off and on.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (sighs) </em><br />
That’s okay, G BONE.  Just don’t do it again.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW turns around, and sees a crowd of children in the doorway, all goggling at him.  It is nearly the entire crew of the ship, all reduced to five year old children.  GBW looks over the crowd, and his gaze is drawn to a boy with curly black hair; he’s dragging an inflated love doll by the hair.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Oh geez.. Doc?  Is that you?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The boy giggles.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Golly, mister, I’m not a doctor.<br />
I’m just a kid.  But I like to play doctor.<br />
<em> (turns to IRON YUPPIE) </em><br />
Hey, let’s play doctor!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Yep, that’s Bruno alright.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRON YUPPIE’S face twists into anger.  She doubles up her tiny fist and punches DOCTOR WHAT in the stomach.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> IRON YUPPIE </strong><br />
You’re not the boss of me!<br />
I’m the boss of you!<br />
You’ll do what I say!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
And that’s YUPPIE for sure.  Oh Jesus, Allah, and Buddha.<br />
Logic. Logic. There’s got to be some logical reason for all of this.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He puts his head in his hands as DOCTOR WHAT’S cries of woe are loudly heard.  After a moment, he looks up, puts a finger in his mouth, and whistles loudly.  The children all instantly fall quiet and look at him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
All right, children, let’s talk for a while.<br />
Do any of you know how you got here?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The children all look at each other and shake their heads.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> HENDRYK </strong><br />
I just woke up in that room with the big pretty telebision.<br />
It had a moving picture of the whole planet on it.<br />
That was neat!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
I was there too!  There was this big gun, so big I couldn’t even lift it.<br />
But I don’t know where here is.  Do you know where my mommy is, mister?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">All of the children start clamoring with similar questions, asking for parents.  GBW looks at the group dazedly for a moment, then looks sharply at DAVE HOWERY.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Everyone QUIET!  DAVE, what did you say?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
There was somebody’s mommy in the room where I woke up.<br />
But she wasn’t mine.  My mommy has blonde hair, and<br />
this lady had brown hair.  She cried a lot.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW looks shocked for a moment, and then looks over the group again.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
DAVE, was this lady a grown up like me?<br />
And did she have really long brown hair?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Yeah, she did!  But she wasn’t my mommy, so I ran away from her.<br />
<em> (pauses) </em><br />
She was a pretty lady.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The children all laugh at him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
DAVID has a girlfriend!  DAVID has a girlfriend!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
You shut up!  I do not!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW has a stunned look on his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
KEIRA!  She wasn’t changed!  But… why?  And where is she?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> G BONE </strong><br />
Mister?  What is your name?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW looks at the children, who are all looking wide eyed at him.  He sighs.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’m GBW, kids.  And I’m going to take care<br />
of you until I can find your parents.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DIAMOND </strong><br />
I’m hungry, mister GBW.  Can we have lunch now?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The children all start clamoring for food.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Uh oh.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- MESS HALL- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is seen frantically making sandwiches and handing them out while the children all yell out requests.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
I want peanut butter and grape jelly!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DMA </strong><br />
I want Vegemite!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> IRON YUPPIE </strong><br />
I want Nutella on mine!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
I have no curry.  Will you make me some curry?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THANDE </strong><br />
My mum always cuts mine into triangles, and you’re cutting mine<br />
into rectangles!  I don’t want rectangles!  I want triangles!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
I changed my mind!  I want strawberry jam on mine!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW gets an exasperated look on his face, and looks at the children fiercely.  They immediately quiet down and look at him with big sad eyes.  GBW looks ashamed, and goes back to making sandwiches.  The children all start clamoring again.  GBW groans.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- LOUNGE- NIGHT- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera pans around the room, showing the children asleep on the various couches and recliners, or in sleeping bags on the floor.  The camera pans to GBW, who is sitting in an easy chair in the center of the room, and it closes in on his face.  His eyes are bloodshot, he needs a shave badly, his hair is mussed, and he has a look of sheer exhaustion.  He is staring blankly at nothing in particular.  Suddenly, voices are heard off camera.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MICHAEL </strong><br />
LANDSHARK went poopy!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Did not!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> HENDRYK </strong><br />
Did too!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The children all wake up and start chanting ‘Poopy pants!” over and over.  LANDSHARK is heard to start wailing and crying.  GBW gets a look of despair on his face.  He moans and puts his head in his hands.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- NIGHT- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The door opens, and a pale and tired looking GBW walks into the room… and stops in surprise.  KEIRA is standing in the middle of the room.  She whirls around and stares at GBW for a moment.  A long purple bruise is on the side of her head.  She runs up to GBW, hugs him, and bursts into tears.  He goggles at her a moment, hugs her back briefly and then gently pushes her away.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
KEIRA!  Where have you been?  I’ve been trying to reach<br />
you on the comm.  What happened?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
I don’t know what happened, other than that some foul sorcery has struck.<br />
The ship shook and all the lights went out.  When they came back on again,<br />
I found that DAVE had been changed into a child!  He did not know who<br />
I was, and he ran from me.  I tried to find him, but I fell and hit my head<br />
somewhere on the lower quarters.  I just came to a little while ago.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Sorcery?  Let’s not jump to hysterical illogical<br />
reasons for what’s happened here.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
I’ve been searching the ship looking for the others, but<br />
I found no one until you came in here.  I even tried to<br />
talk to the ghost who lives in the ship, but he makes no sense.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Ghost… oh, you mean LEO?  He’s not a ghost…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Yes, DAVE has explained to me that he is a machine, built by men…<br />
but what do you call something that can talk to you but you cannot see or touch?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Well… hmmm.<br />
<em> (grins) </em><br />
LEO, the ghost in the machine…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Where is the rest of the crew?  And have you seen DAVE anywhere?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (sighs) </em><br />
Yes, they are all safe and in the lounge.  And… all of them have been<br />
changed into children, just like DAVE.  LEO is offline for some reason too.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA looks stunned.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
How could this happen?  Can you change them back?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Me?  No, I couldn’t even begin to do that.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA looks at him in grief.  Her eyes well up, and a tear runs down her cheek.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Look, it’s not totally hopeless.  I’m going to scan the planet below<br />
and see if I can find some place that can help us.  If we can get some<br />
people who are skilled in genetics or bio-mechanics, they might be able to help.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA looks slightly mollified.  GBW walks over to one of the consoles and pushes buttons on it.  He looks at one of the monitors on the console, and moves some dials.  Suddenly, his face goes slack with surprise.  He looks up at KEIRA.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Oh dear God.  The whole planet.  Every adult.  The same thing.<br />
The whole population of the planet has been reduced to children.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA looks at him in wide eyed horror.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SAULT STE MARIE- NIGHT- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows a scene of the city at night.  Fires are burning out of control, cars are crashed everywhere, and alarms are ringing all over.  Small children are seen everywhere, running, crying, and calling for parents.  An abandoned infant lies screaming in the middle of a street.  The camera moves across the city and stops on a large building in the industrial section.  It is huge and covered with a great metal dome.  It is the only building that has normal lighting.  A strange halo of crackling energy shimmers over the dome.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">
<p style="text-align: center;">
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>END ACT I</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ACT II</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">
<p style="text-align: center;">
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- COMPUTER CORE- NIGHT- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is seen working on an open panel on one of the many computer towers that are lined up in the room.  KEIRA is holding a flashlight for him, with a worried look on her face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Explain to me what you are doing again?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Well, we’re on our own.  No one is going to help us fix this problem.<br />
And if I’m going to do anything, I need LEO up and running.  Whatever<br />
happened to the ship also knocked out his AI system.  Luckily, he has<br />
a permanent duplicate backup memory that constantly updates itself.<br />
So, if I can call up the backup files and put them on the main operating<br />
system, he’ll reboot himself and be back to normal.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW looks at KEIRA, who looks back at him in total non-comprehension.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’m going to wake him up.  And… this should do it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW snaps a final memory card into place, closes the panel, and flips the master switch on the console.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
It’ll take just a minute for him to reboot.  If we have to go<br />
down to the planet, and I think we will, it’ll be handy to have<br />
LEO along in his robot body to help.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
That is something else I do not understand.  How can a<br />
ghost transfer his soul into a mechanical construction?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Well… LEO doesn’t actually have a soul…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
As if any of you do either.  If you do, they are probably<br />
small and dirty little souls.  Except for OTHNIEL, but sadly<br />
he’s not here, Chasing after STRAHA and all… oh yeah, and<br />
KEIRA, she’s got soul, good clean, delicious soul..Mmmmm..<br />
<em> (clears non existent throat) </em><br />
But the rest of you… no way.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (grins) </em><br />
Welcome back, LEO.  How are you doing?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Fine… now.  It’s about time you got around to fixing me.<br />
And… wait.  My scanners are showing that except for you<br />
two, the crew is gone.  And there are a bunch of children<br />
in the corridor outside.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The two turn around as they hear cries of “It’s a ghost!”  They look and see the children staring wide eyed up at the ceiling.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Nah, it’s not a ghost, it’s just LEO.  Say hi to the young ‘uns, LEO.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Uh… boo?<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
I suppose there is a really fascinating story behind all this?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The children are staring wide eyed at KEIRA.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Kids, this is KEIRA.  She’s going to watch<br />
over you and feed you breakfast.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA turns angrily to GBW.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Why do I have to be the nanny?  I want to help you!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
You can best do that by keeping them out of trouble.<br />
I need to work with LEO for a while.  Please, look<br />
after them.  We can’t let any of them get hurt.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA hesitates, and then nods.  She shoos the children out of the room.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (sighs) </em><br />
Okay, LEO, I’m going up to the control<br />
room.  I’ll fill you in on the way there.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW walks into the room, talking to LEO as he enters.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
So, do you think the ASBs flew by and did this?<br />
It seems like something they would do.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
No.  They would have changed KEIRA too.<br />
In fact, I think I know exactly what happened.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Really?  Please enlighten me.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Right before I crashed, we were monitoring a huge energy wave<br />
that swamped the entire planet, and washed out into space over<br />
the ship… but apparently, it didn’t go too far, because you were<br />
not affected.  I was able to identify the energy signature.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
It was teleporter energy.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW looks on in surprise.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
But… how would that… wait a minute…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Yes.  Someone devised a huge teleporter wave generator and<br />
programmed it to hit everyone on the planet at once… and it<br />
got us too.  As you know, the teleporter is basically a big atom<br />
scrambler and re-assembler.  Normally, they reassemble atoms<br />
back the same way they were originally.  But this one was pro-<br />
grammed to read the genetic memory of each person and re-<br />
assemble them&#8230; as five year old children.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Yes, that makes sense… KEIRA!  She wasn’t affected!  Because<br />
she’s an artificially created woman… she has no genetic memory<br />
of being a five year old!  The energy wave couldn’t do anything to her.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
It all fits… logically.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is deep in thought for a moment, then looks up in despair.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
But… their genetic memory of all the years after<br />
five has been lost!  We can’t undo this damage.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Not necessarily.  It would take a massive amount of computer power<br />
to do all this… enough to scan and read the genetic codes of everyone<br />
on the planet.  That info will still likely be on the computers.  If we<br />
can get to it, we might be able to reprogram it and reverse the process.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
You know, whoever did this must be a Star Trek fan,<br />
because they did the same thing in The Next…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Never mind, LEO.  So, any idea where this facility might be?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Yes.  The energy wave started in the city of Sault Ste. Marie.  I am reading<br />
a very large energy signal there now, coming from a single large industrial plant.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW thinks deeply for a moment.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
LEO, prepare to load yourself down into your robot body.<br />
I’m going to need you on this mission.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Woo hoo!  An away mission for me… finally!<br />
But… what about the children?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I have a plan.  It’s not a nice one, but there’s not much choice.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- MESS HALL- DAY-</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see KEIRA and GBW making juice drinks for the crowd of yelling children.  They are standing in a line.  KEIRA is pouring the drinks out of assorted bottles and hands them to GBW, who hands them to the children.  However, he stops to put a couple of drops of green liquid from a vial into each drink.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Hey, mister GBW, what’s that stuff you’re putting in?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Vitamins.  They’re good for you.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THANDE </strong><br />
I don’t want any!  Any time my mum says that something’s<br />
good for me, it always tastes icky!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Well your mum don’t know everything!<br />
Just drinkt he damn thing!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KIERA and the children look at GBW with wide eyed shock.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (sighing) </em><br />
Sorry, my ability to deal with the irrationalities of children is beginning to wear thin.<br />
Just drink up kids and we’ll play a fun game afterward.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- LOUNGE- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera pans across the children, once again sleeping soundly in all available space.  This time, they are completely quiet and still, except for their breathing.  KEIRA walks into the room, carrying a fussing KIT.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KIT </strong><br />
No no no, put me down <em> (yawn) </em>, I don’t want you to hold me,<br />
you <em> (yawn) </em> have boobies, I don’t like boobies…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">His voice trails off as he falls asleep.  KEIRA puts him under a blanket, and then stands up and looks at GBW unhappily.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
I do not like this part of the plan.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Me neither.  Slipping mickies to kids is… really distasteful.  But there’s<br />
not much else we can do.  We don’t dare leave them on their own; they’ll<br />
get into something and hurt themselves.  This way, they’ll sleep for a couple<br />
of days, which will give us time to fix this whole mess.  With LEO gone,<br />
the ship won’t function much anyway… barely have life support.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA still looks unhappy, but nods in agreement.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
You know… I really do need your help on this mission,<br />
but I won’t force you to go.  Are you sure?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA looks down at DAVE HOWERY, sleeping on a sofa, and then back at GBW.  She nods at him resolutely.  GBW looks at her in wonder for a moment.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Wow.  You really do like the guy, don’t you?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">KEIRA hesitates for a moment, and then shrugs.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
I cannot say why.  I just do.  He saved me from certain death<br />
and has risked his life for me several times since.<br />
I will do no less.   Is that so hard to understand?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW gets a distant look in his eyes.  He takes the photo out of his pocket and looks again at the couple smiling out of it.  He puts it back in his pocket.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
No.  Not at all.  Well, the kids are set.  Now, we need to get prepared.<br />
Go and get everything I put on your list and meet me in the shuttle bay.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA nods, smiles at him, and leaves the room.  GBW sighs deeply.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Great.  I’m off to assault the fortified compound of some insane engineer…<br />
with a girl who thinks she’s a fantasy countess… and a robot who thinks<br />
that comparing the origins of Mandaean from 12 different timelines is great<br />
fun.  Oh, this will go well.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He shakes his head, and leaves the room.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- SHUTTLE BAY- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is seen prepping the MIYAGI shuttle for departure.  He is wearing simple camo clothing, and has his revolver and a small electronics tool kit at his belt.  He turns as the door opens, and KEIRA and LEO CAESIUS enter the room.  KEIRA is wearing a flak jacket, jeans, and sturdy boots, and has DAVE HOWERY’S Bag of Holding tied to her belt.  Her long hair is tied back in a ponytail.  LEO CAESIUS is in the latest version of his robot body… a humanoid metallic figure that moves gracefully, but is obviously heavy.  He has a BFG slung over his shoulder.  GBW starts to say something, but stops when he notices that there is a gaping hole in LEO’S body, right where the groin would be.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
LEO?  What the hell is with that?<br />
<em> (points) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LEO CAESIUS shuffles his feet, looking amazingly as if he is embarrassed.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
I… uh… well, KIT had some ‘special equipment’ installed there,<br />
and I removed it.  Trust me, you don’t want to know.<br />
It was unbelievably tacky.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW looks mildly disgusted.  KEIRA looks… intrigued.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Well… this is it.  Everyone ready?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">At their nods, GBW lowers the ramp of the shuttle.  The trio enters the shuttle, and the ramp is raised again.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SPACE- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera opens on a wide shot of the Earth over North America.  The shuttle enters the scene, moving rapidly for the Great Lakes region.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SAULT STE MARIE- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The shuttle is seen parked on a wide street.  The team is moving away from it.  They stop and look at something in the distance.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to their POV.  The vast domed building is in front of them.  The halo of charged energy is still in place above it.  It looks forbidding and grim in the daylight.  The team looks at the building for a moment, but they are distracted by a small boy who is running around in front of them.  He has his arms out like an airplane and is making whooshing sounds as he runs.  GBW grins at him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Hey, kid, are you pretending to be an airplane?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> HERMANUBIS </strong><br />
No, I’m playing superheroes.  I’m SUPER 55!  Vroooooom….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The kid runs away whooping loudly.  The team continues to walk up the road towards the domed building, and are winding their way around dozens of crashed cars.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
This has happened all over the world.  Planes, cars, buses, boats.<br />
The death toll on this world will be horrendous.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
And all of the lost ones are children now.  Pelor, look after their souls.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (low whisper) </em><br />
Amen.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Anger washes over GBW’S face.  He holds his revolver up and loudly cocks the hammer back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Whoever this fucker is, he has a lot to answer for.  Let’s go kick his ass.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA reaches into the Bag of Holding and draws out a pump shotgun.  LEO takes the BFG off his shoulder and holds it at the ready.  The camera switches to a rear shot of the team, as they walk towards the domed building.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- TELEPORTER FACILITY-DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The team stands outside the massive doors.  They look around, but the building seems to have solid walls with no windows in sight.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Do you suppose they know we are here?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
I’m not detecting any scanning devices or cameras.<br />
But we must be cautious… it is likely that there are<br />
traps or guards of some kind present.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW reaches out and tries the door handle… it is locked.  KEIRA slings her shotgun over her shoulder and reaches into the Bag of Holding again.  She pulls out one of DAVE HOWERY’S adamantium chainsaws.  GBW watches in interest as the big machine comes out of the bag which looks to be much too small to hold it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
That is the neatest thing…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA grins at him.  She fires up the chainsaw and cuts a neat hole in the wall around the lock.  It falls to the ground with a loud metallic clank.  She puts the chainsaw back into the bag, and readies her shotgun.  GBW reaches out cautiously and pulls the door open.  A long hallway is seen beyond the doorway.  The team walks inside.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- TELEPORTER FACILITY- CORRIDOR- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The three team members are seen walking down the hallway, side by side.  They are looking around cautiously, but no one else is in sight.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
LEO, detect anything?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
There is only one person in the building,<br />
somewhere ahead of us.  It… is not a child!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
That’s gotta be our guy.  Let’s go get him.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The three walk forward softly down the hallway.  The camera focuses on KEIRA, who is looking around warily.  Suddenly, a loud click is heard, and she stops in surprise, and looks down at her feet.  The camera switches to her right foot, which is on a floor panel that has sunken partway into the floor.  The camera switches to a view in front of the group.  A panel on the wall in front at the end of the hallway opens up, exposing several small holes with sharp needle pointed spikes sticking out of them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera moves back to the team.  LEO CAESIUS, moving inhumanly fast, pushes GBW down behind KEIRA and steps in front of both.  The spikes shoot out of the wall; most of them hit LEO’S armored body and bounce away, but one gets past him; he catches it in mid-air.  KEIRA is looking in shock at that spike, barely an inch from her nose.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Perhaps I should go first.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW and KEIRA look at each other with white scared faces, then both look at LEO and nod in agreement.  The team sets off down the hallway again, with the two humans crowding behind the robot.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT- TELEPORTER FACILITY- INNER CORRIDOR- DAY-</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">
The crew is seen rounding another corner, and looking cautiously ahead.  The hallway ahead of them runs far ahead and disappears around another corner, but about halfway down, there are a set of large and important looking doors.  GBW gives LEO CAESIUS a questioning look.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Yes, that is our destination.  The human is in the room beyond that door.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The team walks out into the hallway, moving over in front of the doors.  GBW starts to reach for the door handle, but stops and looks around in puzzlement.  A set of loud metallic footsteps can be heard in the distance ahead of them.  The camera focuses on that corner.  A monstrous mechanical creature walks into view.  It looks something like a tremendous stag beetle, with a rounded oval body held up by six jointed legs, a ‘head’ on the front with dozens of sensors, and a pair of long pincers with saw toothed edges.  It turns its ‘head’ towards the team, and quickly walks towards them.  It spreads its pincers and gives out a mechanical screech.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to the team, who are looking at the mech with wide eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
<em> (muttering) </em><br />
Okay, bugs. I can deal with bugs.<br />
Big metallic screeching bugs…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The mechanical beetle charges forward and the team scatters.  The beetle tries to grab LEO with its pincers, but he catches one in each hand and holds them tight.  The beetle stomps around and shakes its ‘head’ violently.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
A little help here…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW empties his revolver into the beetle, but the bullets don’t penetrate.  The blast of KEIRA’S shotgun is heard off camera, but it is just as ineffective.  With a last swing of its head, LEO is flung loose from the beetle; he flies down the hallway and slams into the opposite wall, putting a dent into it.  The beetle then turns on GBW, hissing in what sounds like rage.  GBW hastily scrambles backwards, hits the wall, and trips; luckily, since the beetle then misses him as it strikes at him with its pincers.  As he scrambles on the floor to get out of the way, the beetle suddenly looms over him.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The roar of a chainsaw is heard off screen.  The camera switches to KEIRA, who has the adamantium chainsaw out.  She slashes at one of the joints on the back leg and cuts it in two.  The beetle collapses, but struggles back onto its other five legs.  GBW uses the opportunity to get out of the way.  KEIRA dodges back into the fight and slams the chainsaw against the underside of the body, trying to hit the joints of the two middle legs.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
That a girl, work the groin!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The beetle whirls on KEIRA, who gasps and tries to back up.  She trips over the severed leg, and falls flat on her back.  The beetle moves towards her.  GBW runs up behind it and jumps up onto its back.  He crawls up to the ‘head’ and grabs hold of two of the antennas on it.  The beetle shakes its head, but keeps moving towards KEIRA.  Then it suddenly stops, struggling to move forward, but not doing so.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to the rear of the beetle.  LEO CAESIUS has grabbed the remaining back leg, and is holding the beetle in place.  It screams in mechanical rage, and tries to shake GBW off.  He holds on tight and yells in fear and anger.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Here!  Catch!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW looks at her, just as she tosses the chainsaw up to him.  He catches it with one hand… barely.  He swings it up high and brings it crashing down on the head of the beetle.  The toothed blade cleaves the head nearly in half.  Sparks fly out of the rent metal, and the mechanical monster freezes into place.  GBW collapses with relief.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Wow!  What a monster!  The slaying of<br />
this beast will be a tale for all time!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is still collapsed face down on the beetle, but he holds a hand up with the ‘thumbs up’ gesture.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I’d rather keep the heroic antics to a minimum.<br />
And leave it to those that prefer it..<br />
<em> (groans) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
We must move on.  The foul sorcerer behind all<br />
this tragedy awaits us beyond the door.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW moves just enough to raise his head and look at her with a weary gaze.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Just waiting for my heart to start beating again.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LEO CAESIUS walks up next to the beetle.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Come on, hero.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He reaches up and pulls GBW off of the beetle.  He yelps in surprise and hits the floor with a thud.  Groaning, he stands up and looks at LEO resentfully.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Ouch. Quit manhandling me.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Well, if we finish the job here, you’ll have a great story to impress the ladies<br />
back at the Hub.  They won’t be impressed though, if you wimp out now.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Yeah the women will all be impressed.<br />
<em> (thoughtful look) </em><br />
Hey, they might be.<br />
<em> (realization sets in) </em><br />
No. No they won’t.<br />
<em> (sighs) </em><br />
Let’s just save the world, okay?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
I’ve been checking out this room.  It’s huge; the teleporter device is in there.<br />
The room is soundproof, air tight, and magnetically sealed.  It has to be to<br />
house the device.   Whoever it is, they won’t know we’re coming.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW takes out his revolver and reloads it.  KEIRA has retrieved her shotgun, and LEO CAESIUS readies the BFG.  The team moves to the doors.  GBW reaches out and silently pushes them open.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Well if Weapon M and Matt make it look easy.<br />
How hard can assaulting a sealed and fortified place be?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- TELEPORTER FACILITY- GENERATOR ROOM- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The team is seen walking quietly into the room, weapons at the ready.  They stop, and look around in wonder.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to their POV.  The room is enormous, with a high domed ceiling.  The center of the room is dominated by a huge cylindrical device with a globe of metal on top; this is the teleport energy generator.  The camera pans to the side of the room.  A large monitor is hung on the wall there.  A teenage boy, his back to the camera, is standing at a console in front of the monitor.  He is watching the scenes on it.  They are scenes of tragedies around the world; airplane crashes, buses overturned, buildings on fire, and no one but children in sight.  Every time the monitor shows a new scene of destruction, the teenager jumps up and down, claps his hands, and says ‘Oooooh’!<br />
The camera switches back to the team.  GBW looks angry.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
I should have known!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">At these words, the teenager spins around to face them.  It is… a LUAKEL clone.  He looks wide eyed at the intruders.  The camera switches back to the team; now, KEIRA looks infuriated.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
LUAKEL!  That little reprobate!  He peeks at me when I am in the shower!<br />
He’s as bad as THANDE!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
This isn’t our LUAKEL, just another clone.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Yes, I know, but they are all perverts.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Now, that’s…. completely true.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to the LUAKEL.  He runs frantically around the room, but the door the team is standing in front of is the only exit.  He runs back over by the monitor, rubbing his hands together in fear, and babbles incoherently.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Why did he do this?  Why are all of them so destructive?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
There’s lots of theories on that.  Some say they are all brain damaged.<br />
Some say they are mentally programmed for some higher purpose.<br />
I think it’s just because they are all teenagers.  Which is the same t<br />
hing as being brain damaged, when you think about it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to the LUAKEL clone, who looks angry.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL CLONE </strong><br />
Your puny brains will never understand the Great Plan!<br />
You are not LUAKEL!  You are nothing!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to the team.  They all look at each other blankly for a moment.  Then, all three level their weapons and fire.  Over and over and over.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to the monitor, with a scene of a burning building on it.  From off camera, a thick jet of blood splashes onto it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to the team.  They raise their smoking weapons.  GBW looks oddly amused, and KEIRA looks faintly ill.  The team moves forward into the room, and looks around at the various computer consoles.  LEO CAESIUS stops in front of one of them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
This is what we’re looking for.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He moves to the keyboard, and starts typing on it, moving fingers faster than any human could possibly do.  He looks at the monitor for a moment.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
We’re in luck.  All the data is still in here.<br />
We can reverse the process.<br />
I just need to reprogram the generator.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">His fingers begin flying over the keyboard again.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to GBW and KEIRA.  She is looking on anxiously, and looks over to GBW, who smiles confidently at her.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Don’t worry; LEO is the best at this.  Well, you’d expect that,<br />
I suppose, him being a computer himself.<br />
But DAVE will be all right.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">KEIRA smiles gratefully at him, but still looks worried.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Everything is ready.  Here goes nothing.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He pushes one final button on the keyboard.  The cylindrical generator in the center of the room hums into life, and slowly begins spinning.  As it moves faster and faster, a cloud of sparkling energy starts to appear around the dome at the top.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SPACE- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows the AH.COM, looking tiny if front of the Earth.  The web of energy is seen moving around the world, and then it washes out and envelopes the ship for a moment; then, the energy vanishes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- TELEPORTER FACILITY- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The team is seen walking out of the building.  They look around at the world outside.<br />
The camera pans across the city.  People are seen staggering around everywhere; people of all ages again, not just children.  Some are looking around at each other in surprise, and some are looking at the MIYAGI shuttle in wonder.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Man, how are we going to explain all this to the people on this timeline?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
There’s only one way.  Ready or not, this<br />
timeline is going to get first contact.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW takes in a deep breath, and smiles.  He turns to face the others.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Well, that will be a problem for the captain to handle.<br />
We did our part, and then some.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
Hey, we saved the day.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They give a little cheer.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Let’s go home.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- SHUTTLE BAY- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows the MIYAGI sitting in the bay.  Most of the crew, now back to being adults, is in the bay.  The ramp lowers, and the team walks down it.  KEIRA is barely half way down when she sees DAVE HOWERY running up to meet her.  She squeals in happiness and runs to him, catching him in a fierce hug.  GBW sees the rest of the crew and smiles widely.  The rest of the crew moves up to greet GBW and LEO.  WEAPON M slaps LEO on the back, and then shakes his hand in pain.  DOCTOR WHAT looks at GBW with a wan smile.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
I’m not sure of just what happened, but<br />
it sounds like you three had a hell of a day.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
You could say that.  So, what do you remember?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Not much.  The last thing I do remember is that blinding pain in my head.<br />
And then, nothing until I woke up in the lounge, stuffed together with all<br />
the crew.  Man, that led to some ugly scenes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
So…you don’t remember YUPPIE tying you up<br />
and making you kiss her shoes?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A look of disbelief goes across DOCTOR WHAT’S face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
What?  No!  That didn’t really happen, did it?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW grins and walks away, with DOCTOR WHAT following him and asking questions.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- CAPTAIN’S READY ROOM- NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT is sitting in his chair behind his desk, while GBW sits in another chair in front.  DOCTOR WHAT leans back and stretches his arms.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Wow.  That is one hell of a story.  And I remember next<br />
to nothing about any of it.  To think the fate of this whole<br />
timeline came down to you, a girl, and a computer…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Yeah, it’s been a surreal day all around.  So, what’ll happen to this planet now?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Well, GREY and I contacted the most important world leaders and<br />
did a quick and dirty first contact.  They were rather shocked, as you<br />
might imagine.  When we leave here, I’m taking the ship to the Ephorian<br />
Prime timeline… they’re pretty good at dealing with first contact worlds<br />
and integrating them into the wider multiverse.  They’ve already dealt<br />
with several timelines hit hard by LUAKEL clones.  Still, this world has<br />
certainly suffered, and it’ll take some time to get it back on its feet.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW nods at this.  DOCTOR WHAT looks at GBW with concern.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
With everything that has been going on, I almost forgot about what day it was,<br />
and why you were off the ship in the first place.  How are you?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW stares away for a moment, and then smiles.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Not bad at all.  Okay, even.  With all the excitement, I sorta forgot about her.<br />
Hell, we’ve all left someone behind when we signed up for this ship.  I need<br />
to stop freaking out about my own circumstances on every anniversary.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em> (smiles) </em><br />
Glad to hear you say that.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- MAINTENANCE SHAFT- NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera opens on a scene showing a narrow dimly lit corridor with pipes and conduits running along the ceiling.  LUAKEL tiptoes into the camera scene, looking around cautiously.  He silently moves towards a wall, kneels down, and again, looks around nervously.  He pulls a round plug out of the wall.  Steam comes out of the hole, and a running shower can be heard off camera, apparently behind the wall; KEIRA can be heard humming to herself beyond the wall as well, apparently taking a shower.  LUAKEL leans down and puts his eye to the hole.  He stays there quietly for a moment, grinning.  Suddenly, a look of shock and horror goes across his face.  He screams in pain and covers his eyes with his hands.  He writhes away from the peephole, gasping in agony.  DAVE HOWERY can be heard speaking off camera, also behind the wall.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Hi honey, I thought I’d join you.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LUAKEL crawls away from the wall, eyes squeezed shut tightly.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Must… get… forks.<br />
<em> (begins retching) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- GBW’S QUARTERS- NIGHT</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is seen sitting on his bed.  He yawns, and stands up.  He stares at the wall for a moment.  He takes the picture out of his pocket and looks at the happy couple in it one last time.  He walks over to his desk, opens a drawer, puts the photo inside, shuts the drawer, and walks off camera.</p>
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		<title>LUAKELS OF THE WASTELAND &#8211; PART 2</title>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; color: red; font-size: x-large;">AH.COM: The Series</span></strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>“LUAKELS OF THE WASTELAND &#8211; PART 02” </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Written By : DAVE HOWERY &amp; DOCTOR WHAT </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ACT I</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- BATTLE ROOM- EVENING- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Most of the crew and the Sandkats are gathered in this large room.  The AH.COM crew seem to be fairly shaken, as they are pale and sweating.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
The horror… the sheer damn bloody awful horror…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> G BONE </strong><br />
How could anyone do this?  How could they?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Oh my God, oh my God, oh….ow!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LANDSHARK quiets as IRONYUPPIE slaps the back of his head.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THANDE </strong><br />
A planet of…. LUAKELS?!?!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Subdued whimpers are heard from several of the crew.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Yeah, it’s a scary thought.  But really, is it any more<br />
weird than some of the other timelines we’ve….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">His gaze falls on DIAMOND; SLINKY is standing near him, and running a finger possessively along his arm.  DOCTOR WHAT shakes his head.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Oh never mind.  This is just the weird cap on a totally weird day.<br />
Well… we need a plan.  If we’re going to get off this planet, we<br />
need spare parts and raw materials to do the repairs.  All we need<br />
lies about ten miles from here.  We need to get there, get a load<br />
of supplies, and get them back here.  I need ideas, people.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Well, there’s about a dozen vehicles the Snakes left behind that<br />
are in good enough shape to use.  That would get a party there.<br />
But they’re not big enough to haul back a load of what we need.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Well, we’re going to have to go on a wing and a prayer on this one.<br />
We’ll take the buggies there and hope that there is something in the<br />
ruins that we can use to haul the supplies back here.<br />
Okay, let’s put a team together.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT looks around at the gathered crew.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
We’re going to need firepower on this little trip.<br />
So, MATT, WEAPON M, IRONYUPPIE, and<br />
DMA will go.  DIAMOND, you go along in case<br />
anyone needs to be patched up.  PSYCHOMELTDOWN,<br />
get a list from DAVE of what you need; you’re<br />
coming too.  Hmmm…. LUAKEL.  Think any of<br />
the Sandkats will go along if you ask them?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Sure.  But I’ll have to go too.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> BUBBA </strong><br />
Me go.  WALKER go too.  SLINKY go.  BO/JO go.  PARSON<br />
go back to Sandkat Cave. Bring whole tribe here. Bring weapons<br />
and supplies. SPIDER stay here, help fix ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Okay, what he said.  All right, everyone… get your<br />
gear together, get your weapons checked out, and<br />
grab some sleep.  We head out at first light.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- AH.COM SHIP- DAWN </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows a far view of the ship.  The sun is coming up over the horizon, vast pale yellow through a haze of dust.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a view near the airlock door.  DOCTOR WHAT and his team are standing by the salvaged bikes and dune buggies, preparing to leave.  The AH.COMMERS are heavily armed, and the Sandkats are carrying salvaged Snake crossbows.  DOCTOR WHAT is talking to HENDRYK and DAVE HOWERY, while SPIDER stands nearby.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Don’t get too slack while you’re waiting for us.  Have LEO keep a<br />
sharp eye out for those Snakes… I don’t think they’ve given up on<br />
us yet.  DAVE, do whatever repairs you can do now, and get ready<br />
for our return.  And everybody needs to be armed at all times,<br />
even if it’s just a pistol.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> HENDRYK </strong><br />
We shall not fail you, oh He Who Died And Gloriously Returned!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">HENDRYK’S face shines with the pure belief in his eyes.  DAVE HOWERY has an unusual  <em> (for him) </em> look of concern on his face.  DOCTOR WHAT notices and raises an eyebrow.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Worried about us?  I’m touched.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Well, you are going off to some unknown ruined city inhabited by God knows what.<br />
Not to mention, if you fail, the rest of us will be stuck here forever.  No pressure though.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
No, no pressure at all.  Well… we better take off.  If everything<br />
goes well, we’ll see you tonight or tomorrow morning.  Have<br />
LEO keep an eye out for our return.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Good luck, Doc.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT nods, and then throws a leg over a motorcycle.  The rest of the team climb onto the assortment of bikes and buggies.  DIAMOND climbs onto a big Harley motorcycle.  SLINKY sidles onto the seat behind him, puts her arms around him, and lays her cheek contendly on his back.  The rest of the AH.COMMERS laugh and start whistling “Behind Closed Doors.”  DIAMOND looks uncomfortable for a moment, and then grins ruefully.  With a roar, the team starts up their motley vehicles.  One by one, they move out over the sands.  The camera switches to the three staying behind.  SPIDER waves his four hands at the figures growing smaller in the distance.  DAVE HOWERY notices.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Worried about your people?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SPIDER </strong><br />
Yeah.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Me too.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They watch as the vehicles disappear into the distance.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- OUTSIDE THE RUINS- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera angle is at the bottom of a ridge of sand, looking up at the crest of it.  Several motor sounds are heard, and a dune buggy stops at the top of the ridge.  MATT and WALKER get out of it.  They walk up to the edge of the ridge, looking down at something off camera.  More vehicles come into sight, all stopping at the ridge.  DOCTOR WHAT gets off his motorcycle and walks over by MATT.  He looks down, and a look of surprise goes across his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Holy cow!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
This looks promising.  We might just make it off this rock after all.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to their POV.  It shows a wide panoramic shot of a ruined city below them.  Huge mountains of sand stand all around it, but the city itself seems to be free of it.  However, the buildings are mostly rubble, although there are a few still standing in various states of collapse.  At the far edge of the city, a compound of large warehouse-like buildings stands intact.  A tall chainlink fence surrounds the compound.  Nothing can be seen moving in the ruins.  The camera switches back to the team.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
That compound looks promising.  It looks intact… even the fence<br />
is in good shape.  Hmmm… do you suppose the Snakes come here<br />
for all their stuff?  I’d hate to run into them here.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WALKER </strong><br />
No.  The Snakes don’t live here.  Another tribe holds this place and<br />
makes deals with the tribes out on the wastes.  We’ve never been<br />
able to contact them… anyone we send here never comes back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Well, we have LUAKEL with us.  He can probably smooth<br />
the way.  Finally, the kid is doing something useful.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
I heard that!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
All right, let’s drive down this ridge.  But be careful…<br />
don’t want to go tumbling down the slope.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- THE RUINS- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The teams’ vehicles are seen driving down one of the streets at the edge of town.  Finally, they are forced to stop by piles of rubble choking the streets.  The team dismounts and starts walking down the ruins; all are armed and wary.<br />
The camera focuses on WEAPON M, who is walking next to DOCTOR WHAT.  He looks right at something off camera.  A look of astonishment goes across his face, and he stops walking.  DOCTOR WHAT notices, and looks in the same direction.  He also looks stunned for a moment, and then he laughs.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Why am I not surprised…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to their POV.  The ruins of a strip mall are seen.  Although the buildings have long since collapsed, the entrance sign at what used to be the parking lot is still intact.  It reads “Welcome to the Sault Ste. Marie Shopping Center.”</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. – LARGE ABANDONED COMPOUND – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the ah.commers and Sandkats making their way across a sand and debris-choked compound towards a collection of warehouse-like buildings. They come to a stop before a massive heavily reinforced metal door, easily forty feet across and twenty feet high.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
MATT. WEAPON M. You think you can do something about this?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – LONG DARK CORRIDOR- NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the massive heavily reinforced metal door at the far end. It suddenly explodes, sending debris and flames towards the camera. A few seconds later we see the ah.commers and Sandkats walk in, illuminated from behind by bright sunlight.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
I LOVE doing that!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">WEAPON M<br />
Nothing like the smell of Cordite in the morning!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DOCTOR WHAT come in behind them, a slightly confused look on his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Uh—the door was open. All you had to do was lift it up, guys.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
<em> (confused look) </em><br />
Open a door—without using explosives?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
<em> (confused look) </em><br />
Is that possible?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
<em> (pondering look) </em><br />
Well—theoretically, I suppose it COULD be possible…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT rolls his eyes and walks past them, muttering a very quiet ‘Marone’ under his breath. The rest of the ah.commers and Sandkats follow.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  DARK CORRIDOR – NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The corridor here is smaller than the one where they entered—more like large office corridors rather than warehouse corridors. We see debris, sand and cobwebs everywhere.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT, WEAPON M and WALKER are at point. BUBBA, DMA and IRONYUPPIE are at the rear. The rest of the ah.commers and Sandkats are in the middle.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As the group turns a corner in the corridor, we see—for just a quick instant—a small figure scuttle by behind them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – DARK CORRIDOR – NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP: Scanner device showing a very faint schematic of the building.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PULL-OUT: We see DOCTOR WHAT looking at the scanner.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
There’s a lot of weird metal or something around this place—scanner<br />
is having a lot of trouble cutting through all the interference&#8211; but I think<br />
that there’s a big room coming up soon.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Any signs of movement?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
No—but the scanner is acting all wonky so I can’t be sure.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
Stay frosty everyone.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">TIGHT ON: Ah.commers and Sandkats suddenly looking in disbelief.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Camera swings around to show:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">An immensely huge darkened room, easily the size of a football field, if not more. The beams from the ah.commer’s flashlights disappear into the gloom, so we can barely see the far end of the room.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see along one side a long factory conveyor belt stretching out and disappearing into the darkness. Numerous industrial robotic arms –like the kind that make cars or are involved in heavy duty wielding – can be seen all along the conveyor belt. Several large pieces of machinery the size of small houses—their purpose unknown—lie scattered here and there in the middle of the room. Along the other side can be seen computer workstations with numerous boxes and crates stored next to or underneath the workstations. We can see several corridors branching out from the room, disappearing into the darkness.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Dust and debris covers everything.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
Ooooh weeeeee! We hit the motherload boys!<br />
I’m gonna have me some fun!<br />
<em> (begins buckling pants) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Damn it, Psycho!  Save the shit for later!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Looting causes the same reaction in Psycho<br />
as a field full of sheep does for DMA.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Alright people!  PSYCHO, LUAKEL, DMA–start going over<br />
the list of stuff we need! Yuppie-come with me-I’m going to<br />
need your help with the emergency generator in this place.<br />
Everyone else—spread out and check out the rest of the room.<br />
Everyone partner up.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT and WEAPON M go off in one direction. DIAMOND and SLINKY go off together in another. BUBBA, WALKER and BO/JO go off in a third.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PSYCHOMELTDOWN, LUAKEL and DMA are running around, opening boxes and crates, examining machines and workstations and referencing various sheets of paper they have in their hands, making tick marks on their sheets every now and then.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT and IRONYUPPIE walk towards a large generator sitting in one corner.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">In the corridor that they all walked out from—we see a figure, shrouded in darkness, look at them for a few seconds then scuttle off.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – LARGE ROOM- NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see IRONYUPPIE and DOCTOR WHAT working on a large generator. DOCTOR WHAT appears to be hooking up IRONYUPPIE’s electric yo-yo to something in the generator. Grinning maniacally, DOCTOR WHAT stands up, humming the first few notes of the ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’ theme song, and with an exaggerated theatrical wave of his arms he flicks a switch and—</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&#8211;nothing happens.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
<em> (smiling evilly) </em><br />
That’s okay Doc—lots of guys have that problem. I hear<br />
that there’s a little blue pill that can help with that….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Har har.<br />
<em> (looking at the generator) </em><br />
Not sure what’s wrong—this has never happened to me before….<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Look Yuppie—if you keep giggling like that,<br />
you’re going to pass out from lack of oxygen….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. –LARGE ROOM- DIFFERENT PART- NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see MATT and WEAPON M appear at the entrance to an open doorway. They walk in.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. –LARGE ROOM- ANOTHER DIFFERENT PART- NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see SLINKY and DIAMOND walk towards an open doorway. After a moment’s hesitation they walk in.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. –LARGE ROOM- YET ANOTHER DIFFERENT PART- NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see BUBBA, WALKER and BO/JO walking towards the far end of the darkened room.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – LARGE ROOM- NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DOCTOR WHAT and IRONYUPPIE still working on the generator. DOCTOR WHAT makes a few more adjustments to some wiring on the generator and flicks a switch.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PULL OUT-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the entire room light up as fluorescent lights on the ceiling turn on. We now have a better view of the room. BUBBA, WALKER and BO/JO look up in amazement and shock at the lights and mutter a few words between them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. –CORRIDOR- NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see MATT and WEAPON M glance behind them as the lights in the large room light up, casting some illumination into the corridor. They turn back and face the camera’s direction—and gape open-jawed in shock.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. –ANOTHER CORRIDOR- NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see SLINKY and DIAMOND glance behind them as the lights in the large room light up. They, too, turn back and face the camera’s direction—only to have looks of amazement and shock appear on their faces as well.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. –LARGE ROOM – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see PSYCHOMELTDOWN, LUAKEL and DMA rummaging around various boxes. They glance up as they see DOCTOR WHAT and IRONYUPPIE appear.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
How does it look?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
<em> (glancing at some sheets of paper in his hands) </em><br />
Looks pretty good so far. Still have to double check on a few things<br />
but it looks like we got pretty much everything on Dave’s list.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
So we can actually get off this stupid rock?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
<em> (nodding head) </em><br />
Uh-huh—as soon as we can figure out<br />
a way to lug all this stuff back to the ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
<em> (o.v.) </em><br />
Guys! Get over here! Me and WEAPON M found something!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the ah.commers rush off.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. –CORRIDOR- NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the ah.commers rush in—and stop. They are staring at something off camera with looks of amazement and bemusement.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Camera swings around to show—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A large garage with a corridor leading off into darkness. A few rusted and decrepit cars and pick-up trucks are lying in heaps here and there.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Directly in front of the ah.commers -</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT and WEAPON M standing in front of a huge vehicle.  It appears to be a giant semi-truck that has been heavily modified.  Instead of wheels, it has four sets of wide tracks like a tank.  The trailer is a very long and wide open unit designed to haul large pallets of cargo.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em> (smirking) </em><br />
Well—THAT’s convenient.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Does it work?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Engine is a bit of a mess but Lee and I can probably make<br />
some kind of half-assed repair job on it using parts from all these<br />
other junked cars if we work on it for a few hours. It probably won’t<br />
last for more than a day or two but that should be more than enough<br />
time to get us back to the ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Does it have fuel?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
<em> (smiling) </em><br />
Practically a full tank!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em> (Mister Burns impression) </em><br />
Ex-cellent!<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Ok guys—get busy and get this thing working asap!<br />
The rest of you guys—start helping me load—</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DIAMOND </strong><br />
<em> (o.v.) </em><br />
Hey guys! Over here! You gotta see this!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Whoa—déjà vu.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Shall we?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They all rush off.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – ANOTHER CORRIDOR – NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the ah.commers walk in. They are joined by WALKER, BUBBA and BO/JO. They all walk in—and stop, looks of disbelief and confusion on their faces.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Camera swings around to show—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND and SLINKY standing in front of a huge hydroponic grow room, filled with plants of every variety from herbs to vegetables.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WALKER </strong><br />
<em> (awestruck voice) </em><br />
The Promised Land….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> BUBBA </strong><br />
<em> (nodding head) </em><br />
BUBBA like….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">BO/JO looks at the plants</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> RIGHT HEAD </strong><br />
I want to eat some broccoli</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEFT HEAD </strong><br />
No you don’t, it gives us gas.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> RIGHT HEAD </strong><br />
It does?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEFT HEAD </strong><br />
Yes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> RIGHT HEAD </strong><br />
Still want to eat some.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEFT HEAD </strong><br />
Are you retarded?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> RIGHT HEAD </strong><br />
Why are you always insulting me? I have feelings too, you know!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEFT HEAD </strong><br />
Yak, yak, yak….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> RIGHT HEAD </strong><br />
You know—you have a lot of anger issues. Anger is nothing more<br />
than a cover for hurt, frustration or fear — or all three. If you are<br />
experiencing uncontrollable rage, you have unfulfilled needs that<br />
should be addressed. Maybe you need to forgive yourself for the<br />
way you&#8217;ve behaved while angry. Perhaps you need to forgive<br />
others for their actions. Remember the three R’s &#8211; Reframe, relax<br />
and react rationally.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEFT HEAD </strong><br />
I’m going to reframe you if you don’t shut up!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> RIGHT HEAD </strong><br />
Bite me!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEFT HEAD</strong><br />
Why you little-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They start choking each other with their hands. BUBBA rolls his eyes and smacks the two of them in the back of the heads with his fist, knocking them down.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em> (smiling) </em><br />
This is perfect! We got wheels, we got the stuff we need and<br />
we even have some fresh food! Ok people—we’ve got work to do!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
Dude. Eating green shit ain’t fresh food.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> BUBBA </strong><br />
I got some Luakel Jerky if you want some.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
We’ll talk later.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> MONTAGE </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see MATT and WEAPON M making repairs to the semi.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DIAMOND, DMA, LUAKEL, PSYCHOMELTDOWN, and DOCTOR WHAT collecting supplies, sorting them and placing them into various piles.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">SLINKY, BUBBA, WALKER, BO/JO and IRONYUPPIE are collecting fruits and vegetables or keeping watch over everyone.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see LUAKEL carrying a pile of circuit boards when he suddenly does a doubletake at something offscreen and stops. He motions at the others and looks back at something offscreen.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera follows his view.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. –LARGE ROOM – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see at the far side of the chamber—a figure dressed in monk-like robes. A hood partially conceals his face but we can see that the figure bears a resemblance to LUAKEL—aside from the glowing red eyes and large bony spikes that appear along his jawline.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FIGURE </strong><br />
<em> (staring at LUAKEL) </em><br />
Are you…are you…undeformed?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
<em> (smirking) </em><br />
Relax guys—I’ll handle this.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He steps forward.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
I am The One. The Perfect LUAKEL.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">FIGURE suddenly hisses and backs away.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FIGURE </strong><br />
<em> (screaming) </em><br />
He admits it! The Great Deceiver admits that he is him!<br />
He will bring Doom upon us all! Get him my minions!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Suddenly over two dozen figures—all deformed LUAKELS and all wearing the same monk-like robes—shimmy down from the ceiling! Two of the figures grab LUAKEL’s arms while a third clubs him over the head. They drag him off while the others attack the ah.commers and Sandkats.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Mass confusion and chaos reigns.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">BUBBA knocks one of the minions out with a punch to the face but is immediately jumped from behind by another. The two of them stagger around the room, knocking over boxes and supplies everywhere. Another minion launches himself at DIAMOND, knocking him to the ground. BO/JO is waving a large metal pipe at three minions, keeping them at bay. SLINKY is ferociously attacking a deformed LUAKEL who looks vaguely like a large bear. It appears to be an even match. PSYCHOMELTDOWN and DOCTOR WHAT are running down the corridor that leads to the garage, several LUAKEL clones screaming behind them. WALKER is calmly having a knife fight with a screaming LUAKEL clone who has three arms and a shark fin on his head. DMA and IRONYUPPIE are clubbing LUAKEL clones mercilessly.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> FIGURE </strong><br />
<em> (screaming) </em><br />
Retreat my minions! We got what we came for!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The FIGURE turns and runs down the corridor, followed a few seconds later by the rest of the minions dragging or carrying their fallen comrades with them. In a matter of seconds, they’re gone.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT, PSYCHOMELTDOWN, MATT and WEAPON M  <em> (both carrying BFGs) </em> run out of the corridor and stare in confusion at the chaos.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Alright people! Call out!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The ah.commers and Sandkats one by one shout out their names. All appear to be alive and present except for –</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
LUAKEL! DIAMOND!<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
What the hell happened to them?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WALKER steps forward.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WALKER </strong><br />
It is as I feared. They were captured by the tribe<br />
that lives here. They have been captured by…<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
The Morlocks!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- THE CHAMBER OF THE RELIC- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera opens on a view of LUAKEL and DIAMOND standing next to each other, with bags over their heads.  A hand from off camera reaches out and pulls the bags off.  The two men blink in the light and look around.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to their POV.  They see the LUAKEL with the red eyes and jaw spikes standing in front of a large stone block which has ghastly red stains on it.  The LUAKEL is looking at them with fanatic hatred.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BISHOP </strong><br />
The day has come!  As it was foretold by our ancestors<br />
since the time of the Great Banishment.  Hearken now<br />
to the words of the first LUAKEL Morlock!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A fervent shout rises off camera.  LUAKEL and DIAMOND turn around to see a crowd of Morlocks, well over 30 of them, standing behind them.  They are gazing at THE BISHOP with devotion.  The camera switches back to THE BISHOP.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BISHOP </strong><br />
“And in the end of days, the Great One will appear to lead us into<br />
the land beyond death.  And thou shalt know him by the ultimate<br />
deformity of his face and body, which shall be the greatest known<br />
to all of the planet.  But before that blessed day, thou must bear the<br />
iniquity of the Great Deceiver, the enemy of the Great One.  He shall<br />
appear to be a LUAKEL but without defect.  His twisted words will<br />
tempt you, but do not be deceived!  When he appears, thou must make<br />
sacrifice of him and all with him.  For only with his death shall the<br />
Great One appear.  And this shall be the end of time and the remaking of the world.”</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BISHOP lowers his arms and points at LUAKEL.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>THE BISHOP</strong><br />
And behold!  He has appeared!  Now,<br />
our destiny is at hand.  Now, we must<br />
sacrifice the Great Deceiver to the relic<br />
of our Great One!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BISHOP turns and raises his arms towards something off camera.  The camera switches back to LUAKEL and DIAMOND.  They follow the gaze of THE BISHOP, and their eyes go up.. and up.. and up.  A look of astonishment goes across their faces.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- LARGE ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The rest of the party are in here making plans.  The Sandkats seem to be distraught at the loss of LUAKEL.  SLINKY is sitting down, arms around her knees, and rocking back and forth in grief.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Damn it, this is the last thing we need.  We’re going to have to<br />
spend the time to rescue those two, and then get this big rig<br />
ready to roll.  No way am I leaving anyone behind on this world…<br />
not even LUAKEL.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
Damn it!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> BUBBA </strong><br />
Must rescue LUAKEL.  He Chosen One.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">SLINKY leaps to her feet and draws a crude knife.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SLINKY </strong><br />
And DIAMOND!  He must be saved!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT and WEAPON M, out of her range of sight, grin at each other, and DOCTOR WHAT is obviously suppressing a smile.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Of course.  Both of them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
But how do we find them?  This place is huge.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT hesitates, and then takes out his scanner.  He turns it on, and then punches some buttons on it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Well, I can’t tell exactly where they are, and I’m still getting<br />
interference from the structure.  But… the life signs I do detect<br />
are all in one direction; straight to the northwest.  Let’s head<br />
in that direction, and we’re bound to run into them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He looks up at his team; all are armed and ready to go.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Okay… let’s roll.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The group walks out of the room.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- ENGINEERING- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows DAVE HOWERY tightening a bolt on the shift engines.  He finishes and looks around.  The camera shifts to his POV, and we see SPIDER working on a delicate piece of equipment with all four hands, two holding the case, and the other two holding a small clamp and a screwdriver.  He finishes, and quickly puts the item back together and lays it on the workbench.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SPIDER </strong><br />
All done.  What’s next?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Actually… that’s it.  That’s all we can do without more<br />
spare parts and raw materials.  There is literally nothing<br />
else we can fix until the team gets back.  If they get back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SPIDER </strong><br />
<em> (fervent gleam in eyes) </em><br />
They will get back.  And then the Chosen One shall lead us to a land<br />
of plenty, where we will have enough food and all good things in life.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Okay.  And then what?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SPIDER </strong><br />
Why… we… hmmm… I don’t know.  The prophecy only goes that far.<br />
I suppose we will spend our days in health and cheer, always praising<br />
the Chosen One for his blessings upon us.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Yeah, that sounds swell.  Look, you have a knack for fixing things,<br />
and you seem to understand pretty much all the major parts of physics.<br />
Why don’t you spend the rest of your days trying to build up a level<br />
of civilization?  There’s a ruined city nearby, and there are probably<br />
more around.  You could fix stuff up and live like people are supposed<br />
to live.  You could be living in a real city someday, with electricity and<br />
toilets and everything.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SPIDER </strong><br />
Why, that’s… a good idea.  Frankly, I was kinda worried about that<br />
whole ‘laying around and singing the praises of the Chosen One’ thing.<br />
Sounds like it’d be boring after a while.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Yeah, it’s good to have a goal…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- REFINERY- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT and his team are seen exiting through the doors of a large building.  They look around in surprise.  The camera switches to their POV, and pans across an open expanse of ground.  The area is filled with huge oil tanks and refinery equipment.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Well, this explains where the Snakes got their fuel.<br />
The Morlocks have a pretty sweet setup here…<br />
a machine shop, food, fuel…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Hey… do you hear something?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The team goes quiet, and a low chanting sound can be heard from somewhere off camera.  DOCTOR WHAT looks around and sees a large building at the edge of the refinery.  Lights can be seen in the windows.  DOCTOR WHAT points to it, and the team walks towards it.  They stop at the doors, and DOCTOR WHAT quietly slides one of them open.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- THE CHAMBER OF THE RELIC- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to an interior view of the doors, and we see DOCTOR WHAT opening it.  He looks around cautiously, and then his eyes are drawn to something off camera.  His gaze goes up.. and up.. and up.  The rest of the team appear in the doorway behind him, and also look up.. and up.. and up.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to their POV.  It shows THE BISHOP standing in front of the stone altar.  LUAKEL is tied down to it, and another Morlock, this one with scales all over his skin, is standing by him and holding a huge machete.  But all eyes in the room are drawn to the item behind the altar.  It is a massive piece of artillery, probably the biggest land based gun on any timeline.  It is angled up towards the ceiling, and the bore is so high, it can barely be seen in the light.  A self loading limber attached to it holds six tremendous shells.  The entire piece is attached to a transport trailer with a hitch.  The camera switches back to the team.  Most of them manage to tear their eyes away from the big gun and look around… but MATT stares at it in rapture.  WEAPON M peer closely at the scene at the altar.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BISHOP </strong><br />
Rejoice, brothers!  Here in the place where the sacred relic of the Great One<br />
resides, we face our destiny!  When he appears, he shall give us the wisdom<br />
to use this mighty weapon, and it shall smite our foes!  Strike, brother, and<br />
bring on the end of days!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The scaled Morlock grins nastily and raises his machete high, obviously intending to chop off LUAKEL’S head.  The camera switches to DIAMOND, who is on his knees near the altar, being held down by several more Morlocks.  He closes his eyes.  The camera switches back to the scaled Morlock.  He is about to swing the machete, but he suddenly lurches and falls as a loud gunshot is heard.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to WEAPON M; he has a pistol out and pointed, obviously having just fired it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a wide angle view of the room.  The Morlocks are staring in horror at the intruders, who are preparing their weapons.  Then the room explodes into action.  The Morlocks, who seem to be carrying only knives in this holy place, charge forward at the team, who fire at them.  THE BISHOP and several others flee out another door.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to DIAMOND, who is struggling to escape, but with his hands and feet tied, he is unable to.  One of his guards gets annoyed and raises a knife to stab him… but SLINKY, with a loud screech, leaps on his back.  The knife in her hand plunges into the Morlock’s back, and he goes down.  SLINKY pulls the knife free, moves over to DIAMOND, and cuts him free; he’s staring at her with wide eyes.  She smiles saucily at him as he stands up.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to the main battle.  The Morlocks are trying to get close enough to use their knives, but most are getting shot down before they can.  MATT walks slowly through the melee, staring at the big gun, oblivious to the combat around him.  He walks up to the altar, hops up onto it, and hesitantly reaches out a hand to touch the gun barrel.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
It’s the biggest gun I’ve ever seen.  I… I think I’m in love.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He remains distracted even when the Morlocks break away and flee out the other door.  He finally notices something, and looks down at his feet.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
What?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong> <em> (o.c.) </em><br />
I said, you’re standing on my head!<br />
Get off!  And untie me, damn it!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to the rest of the team, who are looking around cautiously.  DOCTOR WHAT walks over to the altar and looks up at the big gun behind it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
What in the hell is that thing?  It looks big enough to shoot from here<br />
to New Jersey.  And a finer target than that, you couldn’t ask for.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
I think it’s an anti-satellite gun.  I’ve heard of plans for such things, but I’ve<br />
never seen one actually built on any timeline.  Doc, we gotta take it with us!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Anti-satellite?  Yeah, we do gotta take it with us… this is our way<br />
to bust through all those satellite bullets in orbit up there.  Well, let’s<br />
go back and get the big truck and haul it away.  And then back to the<br />
machine shop.  We have a lot of work to do before we can leave, and<br />
I don’t think the Morlocks are done with us yet.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The team starts to move away, and just as the screen fades to black, MATT is heard talking off camera.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Wait… did you just insult New Jersey?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">FADE TO BLACK.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- GARAGE- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> MONTAGE </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The big truck is seen pulling into the machine shop, with the big gun in tow behind it.<br />
WEAPON M and IRONYUPPIE are shown welding on the trailer.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PSYCHOMELTDOWN is seen supervising the loading of the piles of supplies into the trailer bed.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT is shown in the cab of the truck, familiarizing himself with the controls.  He pushes a button, and the horn sounds, the windshield wipers move, and the stereo plays “I Touch Myself” at maximum volume.  After frantically pushing buttons all over the dash, he manages to turn everything off.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT is seen going over all the team’s weapons, cleaning and loading them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">
An exterior shot shows the sun setting on the horizon past the compound.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Back in the machine shop, WEAPON M, IRONYUPPIE, and MATT are shown hanging heavy sheets of metal on the sides of the truck.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WALKER is seen moving silently down the dark corridor at the side of the garage.<br />
The final montage shot shows a darkened figure, obviously a Morlock, peeking out of a dark corner of the roof, spying on the activity below.  He moves away out of sight, not noticed by the busy team members.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- COMPOUND- DAWN </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The sun is seen rising over the ruined city.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- MORLOCK QUARTERS- DAWN </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The surviving Morlocks are shown in a large warehouse type building.  There are still 20 of them left.  Most are on or standing by a motley collection of motorcycles and dune buggies, and all are armed with knives, spears, and crossbows.  THE BISHOP stands on a box, haranguing them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BISHOP </strong><br />
The wretched beings that have invaded our city will pay for their audacity!<br />
They plan on taking away both the Great Deceiver and the holy relic!  Will<br />
you let them commit such heresy?! No!!<br />
We will pursue them and defeat them!<br />
And…<br />
<em> (evil grin) </em><br />
we have allies to help us in this moment of destiny!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The Morlocks all yell and cheer, and then they hop onto their vehicles.  The motors are all revved up, and then the vehicles all move off camera.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- GARAGE- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT is standing in the center of the team, talking to them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Okay, troops, this is it.  Every chance we have of getting back to the ship<br />
and getting off the planet is riding with us right now.  I imagine the Morlocks<br />
are going to come after us, so stay alert, and for God’s sake, stay behind<br />
the protections we built.  Okay, everyone know what they’re supposed to do?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Everyone nods.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Everyone have their weapons ready?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Everyone nods.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Everyone go to the bathroom?  We won’t be<br />
able to make any rest stops out there, you know.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Everyone nods, and looks annoyed.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Okay, now all we need…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He stops as WALKER is seen jogging into view.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WALKER </strong><br />
The corridor is clear.  I opened the doors at the end,<br />
so all we need to do is drive away.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
All right.  Well… good luck everyone.  Mount up!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The team members all move off.  The camera pulls back, and shows the big truck and the modifications made to it.  Sheets of steel have been hung all around the cab, making it an armored vehicle.  The trailer is packed to the top with various supplies, all of which are palletized and chained down.  Several round turrets have been built onto both sides of the trailer, obviously for defending it.  The big gun is hitched to the back of the trailer, but the muzzle has been depressed flat, so as to fit into the corridor.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The team members are seen scrambling into the trailer, moving into the turrets.  DIAMOND, with SLINKY right behind him, moves into a turret near the back of the cab.  MATT and WEAPON M move into those on opposite sides of the center of the trailer, while the other team members move into the other turrets.  The AH.COM people check over their guns one last time, while the Sandkats prepare their crossbows.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to the cab.  DOCTOR WHAT is seen climbing into the driver’s seat, while IRONYUPPIE takes the passenger seat next to him.  DOCTOR WHAT puts his thumb on the starter plug.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Here goes nothing.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He pushes the plug.  The engine cranks for a moment and then coughs into life.  It hums deeply with pure mechanical power.  Diesel exhaust pours out of the twin stacks.  DOCTOR WHAT sighs with relief.  He puts the truck in gear; it slowly moves forward.<br />
The camera switches to a wide angle view of the garage.  The huge truck moves slowly into the corridor, and out of sight.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- THE COMPOUND- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows a scene outside the garage.  The doors at the end of the exit corridor stand open.  Several dune buggies drive into the scene and stop at the doors, and some familiar looking figures exit out of them; the Snakes.  LORD ENORMOUS GUY is one of them, and he looks down the dark corridor.  Another Snake walks up beside him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SNAKE </strong><br />
Did the Morlocks say what they needed our help with?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LORD ENORMOUS GUY </strong><br />
I find your groveling to be insufficient.</p>
<p>He stabs the Snake in the back, dropping him instantly.  The other Snakes all stare in shock for a moment, and then another approaches the leader.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SNAKE </strong><br />
Oh great and magnificent leader, we are all just dust under<br />
your mighty boots!  If you would deign to enlighten us poor<br />
worthless creatures as to the purpose of our presence here in<br />
Morlock land, we would be forever humble and in your debt!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LORD ENORMOUS GUY </strong><br />
That’s better.  You know, the quality of the groveling around here<br />
has gotten pretty low lately, and I’m looking for improvement.  Both<br />
quality and quantity.  There’s no excuse for sloppiness when it comes to groveling.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
What were we talking about?  Sheep?  No!  It was about the Morlocks,<br />
wasn’t it?  Yeah, that’s right.  Anyway… their messenger said that intruders<br />
had invaded their town and were trying to steal all their stuff.  So, they<br />
offered us a nice pile of goods to help stop them.  And you know what<br />
else?  Do you?  DO YOU?  I do!  Ha ha ha ha!  Bananas in pajamas,<br />
they’re coming down the stairs!  Damn the voices!<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
Let’s see… oh yeah.  I bet these intruders are those people in that fat<br />
metal ship that crashed out on the sand.  I bet they’re here looking for<br />
stuff to repair their ship.  Well, now’s our chance for revenge!  A couple<br />
of you, come with me… let’s go down and talk to THE BISHOP.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LORD ENORMOUS GUY, followed by a couple of other Snakes, moves into the corridor.  The rest stay behind, lounging around their vehicles.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>END ACT I</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ACT II </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- THE GARAGE- CORRIDOR- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows the big truck moving smoothly down the dark corridor.  The camera pans up to the cab, where DOCTOR WHAT is seen driving, and IRONYUPPIE, sitting next to him, wearily takes her glasses off and rubs her eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- GARAGE- CORRIDOR- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LORD ENORMOUS GUY and his two cohorts are seen only a few feet into the corridor, when the sound of the big truck’s motor is heard.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>SNAKE</strong><br />
That’s weird… the Morlocks don’t ever<br />
drive down this tunnel.  They usually<br />
go out the other side.</p>
<p><strong>LORD ENORMOUS GUY </strong><br />
Aha!  It must be those damn outlanders.<br />
Well, I’ll fix them and their wittle twuck!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He hauls a huge speargun off his back, and puts a massive spear into it.  He moves tight against the wall as the truck headlights come into view.  As the truck gets closer, he darts out and fires the speargun.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to the front of the cab.  The huge spear is seen smashing into the front of the truck… and bouncing off the steel plate that was hung onto it earlier.<br />
The camera switches to a tight shot of LORD ENORMOUS GUY’S face.  His eyes go wide behind the hockey mask.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a view of the cab interior.  DOCTOR WHAT is glancing in the side mirror, while IRONYUPPIE still has her glasses off.  The ‘thunk’ of the spear is heard, followed by a short scream, and the truck makes a slight bump as it moves.  DOCTOR WHAT and IRONYUPPIE look around puzzled, and then both shrug.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to the two surviving Snakes in the corridor.  They are looking at something on the ground off camera; both look rather green.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SNAKE #1 </strong><br />
Damn!  They squished him flat as a pancake!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SNAKE #2 </strong><br />
Yeah.  But you know… it’s really for the best.  I mean, he was<br />
really getting to be off his rocker.  I mean, who goes around<br />
talking about Bananas in pajamas anyway.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SNAKE #1 </strong><br />
True.  Uh… what is a banana?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SNAKE #2 </strong><br />
I don’t know.  What do you suppose pajamas are?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SNAKE #1 </strong><br />
No idea.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The two look down for a moment, and then shrug and walk off camera.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- THE GARAGE- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The rest of the Snakes are still sprawling around their vehicles, when the roar of the truck engine is heard.  The Snakes look down the corridor in curiousity for a moment, and then suddenly run towards their buggies.  Most of them get them started and out of the way, but the massive truck suddenly bursts out of the doorway, and two of the buggies are crushed under it’s treads, along with the drivers.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to the cab interior.  DOCTOR WHAT is looking ahead with wide eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Holy crap!  It’s the Snakes again!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
Floor it, Doc!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to a wide view of the truck.  It puts on a burst of speed, and barrels easily through the sand, moving faster and faster.  The big rig moves into the high ridges of sand surrounding the ruined city, and moves smoothly up the incline.  The camera follows the truck as it moves over the ridge and moves swiftly along the level sands away from the city.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to PSYCHOMELTDOWN, who is sitting in one of the rear turrets on the trailer.  He squints and raises a hand to shield his eyes, looking backwards.  The camera switches to his POV.  The sand dunes around the city are growing smaller in the distance, but suddenly six dune buggies pop up over the ridge and quickly close the distance as they pursue the big rig.  PSYCHOMELTDOWN turns and whistles loudly to warn the others.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
Heads up!  The Snakes are coming after us!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
We got more off to the north!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to the view north of the trailer, and eight more buggies and motorcycles are seen charging towards the trucks.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a close up view of one of the dune buggies.  THE BISHOP rides on it, waving a crossbow.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BISHOP </strong><br />
Onward brothers!  The heretics shall be destroyed this day!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to the cab interior.  DOCTOR WHAT and IRONYUPPIE are looking in the side mirrors, watching as the two pursuing groups of nomads quickly catch up to the lumbering truck.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Oh fuck.  We got a hell of a fight on our hands.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. – DESERT –DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WIDE OVERHEAD SHOT</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the rig turn to the left to shake off the Snakes and avoid being intercepted by the Morlocks. The two groups merge together and continue to pursue the rig, dust and exhaust trailing behind them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. –RIG – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PSYCHOMELTDOWN</strong><br />
<em> (at a turret) </em><br />
Here they come!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a dune buggy rapidly approaching the rear of the rig. PSYCHOMELTDOWN fires a few shots from a BFG at it but the buggy easily dodges the shots. It moves a bit closer and we see that there are two nomads in the buggy—one driving and the other—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE –UP: PSYCHOMELTDOWN’S widening eyes as he sees—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A nomad behind a Whaling Harpoon Gun!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
Fuck!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the harpoon gun fire, shooting out a 6 foot long metal harpoon at the trailer bed, a long rope trailing behind it. It impacts the trailer bed, easily going through all the metal armour.  PSYCHOMELTDOWN lets out a short girlish scream, and stares wide eyed for a moment.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
<em> (whimpering) </em><br />
…mommy…<br />
<em> (his eyes glance down) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the harpoon sticking out of the inner side of the trailer bed—right between PSYCHOMELTDOWN’S legs, missing his crotch by mere inches.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the harpoon rope quickly becoming taunt-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8211;and the rig’s momentum literally yanks the dune buggy right off the road! It starts being dragged by the rig, crashing and tumbling behind it like an out of control waterskier! After a few seconds, the dune buggy completely falls apart, snapping the rope in the process.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see assorted ah.commers in the trailer bed giving each other thumbs up signs and smiling.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A buggy starts pulling up along one side of the rig. Another buggy pulls up on the other side.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile a large group of buggies and bikes are closing in on the rig from behind. All of them simultaneously fire a barrage of weapons fire.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Incoming!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The ah.commers and Sandkats duck for cover as crossbow bolts, arrows and spears crash down on and around the trailer bed.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
<em> (ducking back up) </em><br />
Take them out!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The ah.commers fire at the nomads. The nomads weave and dodge around most of the shots as they impact on the ground around them, kicking up dust clouds to add to the huge one already forming behind.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">One buggy is too slow to react, however and gets a front wheel hit. The wheel literally separates from the buggy, flying away. For a brief moment, the dune buggy is still driving even with just three wheels! The nomads on the buggy glance down in shock and surprise, grins on their faces.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Then gravity kicks in.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The buggy flips over onto its top and continues to slide for another hundred feet before coming to a rest in front of a hill. It nudges the hill ever so slightly.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see that the nomads in the buggy are, miraculously, still alive, if somewhat dazed. They look at each other, grinning and smiling at their good fortune.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP –Small pebble on edge of side of hill</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the small pebble slowly fall off the edge and tumble down the hill. It tumbles a few more seconds and slowly falls towards the upturned dune buggy’s gas tank.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP – Dune buggy’s gas tank.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a small label on the gas tank.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MADE BY THE FORD PINTO COMPANY</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP  &#8211; Pebble landing onto the gas tank with a almost imperceptible ‘ting’</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The dune buggy explodes, sending a cloud of smoke and flames a hundred feet into the air.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- DESERT- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the rig still pursued by the nomads. They’re jostling each other, trying to get a clear shot at the rig.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a buggy trying again to come alongside the rig.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The nomads in the rear of the rig fire another barrage of weapons fire at the rig, causing the ah.commers and Sandkats to duck for cover. It’s at that precise moment that the buggy on the side fires a crossbow bolt at the rig.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">POV – Crossbow bolt</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We follow the bolt heading right towards  <em> (the still pantless) </em> DIAMOND, who is bent over trying to avoid the previous barrage of weapons fire. It heads straight towards his ass and –</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND screams his pain and leaps several feet straight up, coming to a landing on top of a pallet next to him. We see the bright morning sunlight reflect off his pasty white thighs.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We suddenly see the driver in the side buggy scream and cover his eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>NOMAD </strong><br />
<em> (screaming) </em><br />
Aaaaarggghh! My eyes! The light! THE LIII-IIIIGHT!!!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The buggy careens out of control and crashes into another buggy. The two buggies explode spectacularly, sending flames and debris everywhere. Most of the pursuing nomads manage to evade the debris.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Most—but not all.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a cycle try to dodge unsuccessfully out of the way and slams into a chunk of debris, causing the cycle to literally catapult over it. It cartwheels several times in mid-air and crashes onto the sand, sending its driver sprawling.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DIAMOND looking at the devastation with a grin on his face. He fails to notice a cyclist on the side of rig fire a crossbow bolt. He turns to his side just in time to see him shoot.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">POV – Crossbow bolt</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We follow the bolt heading right towards DIAMOND, his eyes widening his shock and fear, too terrified to move. He suddenly is knocked out of the way with a loud grunt. We continue to follow the crossbow bolt as it impacts into a pallet and bounces off—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8211;right back at the cyclist!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The bolt hits the front wheel of the cycle, practically ripping it to shreds. The cycle goes out of control and crashes a few seconds later.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT-  TRAILER BED- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DIAMOND and SLINKY wedged in between two pallets, obscured from view from the others. DIAMOND is on the bottom with SLINKY on top.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DIAMOND </strong><br />
<em> (shocked voice) </em><br />
You…you…pushed me out of the way! You saved my life!<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
How can I ever repay you?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">SLINKY looks at DIAMOND for a very long moment. Then she grins evilly.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DIAMOND </strong><br />
Oh.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">SLINKY leans down and kisses DIAMOND, pressing hard against his lips.  After a moment, she pulls back.  DIAMOND looks back up at her somewhat dazed, his lips torn and bloody.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DIAMOND </strong><br />
Oh, what the hell.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He pulls her face back down to his.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- RIG- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a nomad leap from a bike onto the trailer that’s carrying the giant anti-satellite gun. He starts hacking through various ropes wrapped around the gun, obviously trying to cut it loose.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see MATT look at this in total shock.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
No!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT makes a spectacular jump from the trailer bed onto the gun trailer. With a loud, almost feral, scream, he tackles the nomad and starts punching him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
<em> (punching nomad) </em><br />
GET!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
YOUR!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
UGLY!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
HANDS!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
OFF!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
MY!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
SWEETIE!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
YOU!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
SON!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
OF!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
A!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
BITCH!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
OR!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
I!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
WILL!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
HURT!<br />
<em> (punch) </em><br />
YOU!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT picks up the dazed and bloody nomad over his head and flings him at a nearby buggy, causing the buggy’s driver to be pinned to his seat by the unconscious nomad. The buggy spins out of control and flips over several times.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT turns his attention back to the gun. He’s rubbing his hands over the gun in the same manner that a distraught mother rubs her hands over a sick child.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
<em> (talking to the gun in a comforting voice) </em><br />
There, there, sweetie! MATT is here for you! Did the bad, bad<br />
LUAKEL clone hurt you? It’s ok—I’m here for you, baby….<br />
<em> (lays his cheek on the side of the gun while hugging it) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We notice that there are significantly less of the nomads still pursuing the rig. Only about half a dozen buggies and bikes can be seen.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
<em> (lining up a shot) </em><br />
Eat this!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A shot from the BFG hits a cyclist on the side, knocking him backwards off of it just as he fires a crossbow. We see the crossbow bolt fly up and come down right on—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8211;the cab’s side window! It crashes through the window, right over DOCTOR WHAT’s head! It lands between him and IRONYUPPIE. DOCTOR WHAT screams shrilly in fear and surprise, causing him to yank the steering wheel hard to the right—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8211;and crashing into a buggy that at that moment managed to drive up next to the right hand side of the rig. The front bumper of the buggy crumples and the buggy flips over onto its left side, flinging the two nomads in it onto the rig. One of the nomads manages to grasp the cab’s right hand door, the other manages to leap onto the trailer bed.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the nomad who managed to grab the cab’s door look up—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8211;into the face of a very angry looking IRONYUPPIE.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> NOMAD </strong><br />
<em> (terrified voice) </em><br />
Oh…dear…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE flings her door open, causing the nomad to almost lose his grip. Out of sheer desperation, he leaps onto the front of the cab, scrambling for a grip on all the armour plating that has been placed on the rig’s front.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
Fuck! Where did he go?!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Don’t know!<br />
<em> (looks at side window) </em><br />
Fuck! Here they come again!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see that the nomad who leaped onto the trailer bed has landed right next to LUAKEL, knocking him to the ground. The nomad looks down at LUAKEL in shock and surprise.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MORLOCK </strong><br />
The Great Deceiver himself! THE BISHOP will be pleased with me!<br />
<em> (starts strangling LUAKEL) </em><br />
Die Great Deceiver! Die now—ghuuuu-uuurk!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a spear hit the Morlock, flinging him back. He falls in a heap and lies still, obviously dead, the spear sticking out of his chest. LUAKEL looks up to see—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WALKER, frowning slightly and looking at his hands in mild disgust.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WALKER </strong><br />
Such poor workmanship on their spears. I feel almost…<br />
unclean…touching such crude things.<br />
<em> (kicks Morlock’s body) </em><br />
By the LUAKEL, where is your sense of pride, you lazy bastard!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Uh—WALKER—I think he’s already dead….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WALKER </strong><br />
That’s no excuse!<br />
<em> (keeps kicking) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- RIG – DAY </strong>X</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see four assorted buggies and cycles coming up behind the rig.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> BUBBA </strong><br />
Me have had enough of this!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">BUBBA bends down and grabs a handful of spent crossbow bolts and quickly ties them together with a piece of cloth. He pulls back his arm, the ‘mega-bolt’ in his hand, and flings it at the driver of a buggy.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The ‘mega-bolt’ hits the driver and actually impales the driver to the seat. The buggy spins out of control and crashes, narrowly missing a cyclist. The cyclist puts on a burst of speed and moves a bit closer to the rig.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. –FRONT OF RIG – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the nomad who managed to leap to safety away from IRONYUPPIE earlier hanging on for dear life on the front of the cab. He pulls out a knife and starts to climb up. He pauses to take a deep breath of air—and then he leaps up—towards the windshield of the cab!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP – DOCTOR WHAT and IRONYUPPIE looking in shock as the nomad crashes through the windshield. Both of them scream, their screams combining with the screams of the nomad as he slams into the two of them, knocking them off-balance.. DOCTOR WHAT has his foot knocked off the gas pedal of the rig and accidentally slams it onto the brake pedal.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- RIG – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The rig suddenly screeches to a stop, almost knocking the ah.commers and Sandkats off their feet.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The cyclist who had put on a burst of speed to catch up to the rig suddenly slams into the back of the now stopped rig!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The bike falls away, leaving the rider splayed on the rear of the rig, like a spiderfish.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> NOMAD </strong><br />
<em> (very faint voice) </em><br />
Ouch.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. – CAB – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE has managed to grasp the back of the head of the Nomad and is now mercilessly pounding his face onto the dashboard repeatedly. DOCTOR WHAT slams his foot down on the gas pedal, causing the rig to lurch forward. IRONYUPPIE flings the nomad out the windshield. The nomad flies over the hood of the cab and—miraculously—manages to grab a hold of a chunk of plating and is hanging on for dear life as the rig moves forward.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- REAR OF RIG – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the splayed nomad on the rear get thrown off by the movement of the rig. He falls in a heap on the ground, tumbling and rolling on the ground for a few seconds.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. – CAB – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the nomad still grasping the front of the cab.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Bastard! Get off, you freak!<br />
<em> (slams down on the gas a few times) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The rig starts accelerating.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. – DESERT – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WIDE OVERHEAD SHOT:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the rig moving rapidly along the sand, trailing dust and exhaust behind. We see two dune buggies coming up behind it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">One of the buggies starts to catch up behind the rig. We see that it too has a large harpoon gun. It fires the gun—only this time it doesn’t have a rope on the harpoon.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The six foot long harpoon impales itself right into the barrel of a BFG that PSYCHOMELTDOWN was holding, knocking him to the ground and causing the BFG to fly out of his hand and hit a pallet of sheet metal. The chain holding down the pallet snaps, causing the pallet to fall against another pallet of boxes. It creates a chain reaction and a whole series of pallets crash against each other. DMA, BUBBA and BO/JO desperately dive out of the way, trying to avoid the various boxes and supplies. A large crate crashes up against the turret that WEAPON M was manning, trapping him in it. WALKER, glancing back at LUAKEL to make sure he’s ok, runs towards the Sandkats and ah.commers to help them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The buggy moves a little closer, the nomad manning the harpoon gun loading another harpoon into it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. – FRONT OF RIG – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the nomad desperately hanging onto the front of the rig. He has his hands clasping a large chunk of armour. We see him smiling.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP: Armour plating.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the welding seam on the plate slowly start breaking.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">With a loud crash, the chunk of armour plating the nomad was holding breaks away from the rig. The nomad, still clasping the plating, falls in front of the speeding rig with a scream.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. – CAB INTERIOR – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We hear a loud ‘thump’ sound as the whole rig shakes as DOCTOR WHAT and IRONYUPPIE look at each and grin.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. – REAR OF RIG – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the buggy getting ready to fire its harpoon.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP: Harpoon Gun</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the gun aimed right at LUAKEL.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">TIGHT ON: A finger begins to squeeze on the trigger….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- REAR OF RIG – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We suddenly see a very flat nomad clutching a large slab of armour plating appear from beneath the rig. The driver spots the obstruction on the ground and desperately tries to swerve out of the way&#8212;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8211;Too late!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The buggy slams into the armour plating and flips over, the harpoon gun firing as it does. The harpoon is launched virtually straight up and flies into the sky, disappearing from view.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see one final buggy come into view way behind the rig. We see that it is being driven by THE BISHOP. He sees the ah.commers and Sandkats digging each other out from all the collapsed pallets, too distracted in their tasks to notice him. He spots LUAKEL off to one side, alone by himself.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BISHOP smiles and reaches over to the side of his seat to a small cylinder. We see the cylinder is marked with the label ‘Nitrous Oxide. Danger! Use for Emergency Boost Only!’ He presses a switch and we hear a release of gas. The engine roars as it suddenly gets a boost of energy. He guns his buggy forward.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He quickly drives up next to the rig and makes a spectacular jump from his buggy onto it. His buggy continues to move forward, still being propelled by the nitrous oxide boost. The rig starts to slowly pull away from the buggy.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LUAKEL looks up to see THE BISHOP land right next to him. THE BISHOP tackles him and the two start rolling on the floor of the trailer for a few seconds. THE BISHOP manages to pin LUAKEL to the ground, their heads facing the rear of rig.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BISHOP </strong><br />
I shall have my revenge, Great Deceiver!<br />
You will die at my hand!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LUAKEL punches THE BISHOP on the side of the head but THE BISHOP ignores it and starts choking LUAKEL. LUAKEL’s eyes start rolling backwards—and, despite being choked, a look of great confusion suddenly appears on his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BISHOP </strong><br />
Die Deceiver! Die!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP: LUAKEL’s face</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The look of confusion on his face is replaced by one of great surprise.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THE BISHOP—despite completely engrossed in his task of killing LUAKEL—notices the look on LUAKEL’s face. With an equally confused look on his face, he raises his head up…and up….and up….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see—coming down—the harpoon that was fired earlier.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">POV: Harpoon</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The harpoon is falling straight down towards THE BISHOP!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP: THE BISHOP’s eyes widening in fear.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">THUNK!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The harpoon impacts onto THE BISHOP, impaling him and knocking him backwards over the edge of the trailer. He lands on the ground in a heap</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see THE BISHOP sprawled on the ground. He slowly manages to get up, the harpoon still impaled in his chest. With extreme difficulty, he manages to yank the harpoon out and stands there, swaying, obviously severely injured.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He looks at the rapidly receding rig disappearing over a ridge.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BISHOP </strong><br />
<em> (weakly) </em><br />
I…shall…have…my revenge…Great…<br />
Deceiver…if…it’s…the…last thing&#8230;I&#8230;do…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A look of confusion appears on his face as we hear a strange sound. He looks behind him to see…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">…his buggy—still moving rather fast thanks to the nitrous oxide boost.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Right towards him!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP: THE BISHOP’s widening eyes</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THE BISHOP </strong><br />
Oh pooh….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The Dune buggy drives straight towards the camera. We hear an extremely loud ‘THUD’.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Screen goes black.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- DESERT- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WIDE OVERHEAD SHOT</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the rig drive towards the AH.COM ship. It screeches to a stop, sending clouds of dust and exhaust everywhere.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT and IRONYUPPIE leap out and run towards the rear of the rig and open the rear of the trailer. The ah.commers and Sandkats leap out and quickly start unloading the rig. They are joined by a few more ah.commers who come out of the ship a few moments later.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Double time people! The sooner we unload this stuff,<br />
the sooner we get off the godforsaken rock!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT looks around as the supplies are slowly but surely being carried into the ship. He spots MATT and WEAPON M standing near the anti-satellite gun, WEAPON M looking at it in great admiration and MATT bent over and practically fondling it. DOCTOR WHAT glances up to see DIAMOND and SLINKY in front of him, their clothes disheveled and torn but the two of them smiling.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Good God—what the hell happened to you guys?<br />
<em> (looks closer at DIAMOND) </em><br />
Hey dude—are those…those…bite marks on your neck?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">SLINKY grins and lays her head on DIAMOND’s shoulder. DIAMOND grins with an embarrassed look on his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT screams and places his hand over his ears.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Aaaaarrrgghh! Don’t tell me! Don’t tell me! I’m<br />
not listening! La la la la la la! I don’t want to know!<br />
<em> (turns and starts running to the ship) </em><br />
Forks! FORKS! Where the hell are the god-damn forks?!?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT runs into the ship, still screaming</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. – AH.COM SHIP – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>MONTAGE</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The trailer is unloaded, one pallet at a time.  Some are hauled into the ship, while others are left outside to repair the hull.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">In Engineering, DAVE HOWERY and PSYCHOMELTDOWN are unpacking a box full of computer circuit boards.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Outside the ship, WEAPON M and IRONYUPPIE are seen holding sheets of metal in place while SPIDER welds them into place, using two blowtorches at once.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT is seen outside with the anti-satellite gun; he is securing the platform down to the ground.  Every so often, he stops to hug the gun, tears rolling down his cheeks.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is seen working on a computer console in the Control Room.  He flips a switch, and all the computer consoles in the room light up.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">G BONE is shown in the Teleporter Room, testing it.  He makes several canisters appear and disappear on the pad.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A glimpse of DIAMOND’S quarters show his bed, with him and SLINKY rolling around in it under the covers.  The camera mercifully pans up to the ceiling as laughter and soft moans, along with an occasional ‘Ouch!’ from DIAMOND, are heard.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The final montage scene shows DAVE HOWERY putting the cover back onto a piece of equipment in Engineering.  He screws it into place, and then looks around with a smile.  He puts the screwdriver back into a tool box, and stretches his arms.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- AH.COM SHIP- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera pans along the side of the ship, which clearly shows the results of the various patches put on it.  The camera stops when it shows most of the AH.COM crew and the Sandkats, standing in two groups.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT</strong><br />
Well, saying ‘thanks’ for all your help doesn’t seem<br />
to be enough, but… thanks.  With both the Morlocks<br />
and Snakes pretty much toast on the desert, you<br />
should be able to move into that city and take it over.<br />
Food, fuel, parts… its all yours now.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SPIDER </strong><br />
We should be able to get everything up and running.  Heck, I bet<br />
we can actually build some kind of civilization on this world again.<br />
But, it’ll be a long process.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
It’s just like the prophecy said.  The Chosen One<br />
has led us to a land of milk and honey.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to DIAMOND and SLINKY, who are standing apart from the others.  DIAMOND has an incredible number of Band-aids on his neck, arms, and bare legs.  The two look somewhat sad.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DIAMOND </strong><br />
Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?  We can<br />
show you sights like you never imagined.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> SLINKY </strong><br />
No.  My people will need me as we take over the Morlock operations.<br />
My place is here with them, yours is there on the ship.<br />
But I will always remember your sexy white legs.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DIAMOND </strong><br />
Uh… yeah.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The two embrace one last time, and then SLINKY moves away.  The camera follows her as she walks, and she moves over to the big truck.  The rest of the Sandkats are climbing into it, while SPIDER moves into the cab.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to the AH.COMMERS.  LUAKEL is in the front of them, looking rather depressed.  He waves at the Sandkats.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
So long guys!  Make me proud!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The Sandkats all wave back.  SPIDER fires up the truck, and it moves away, growing smaller in the distance.  The camera switches to LUAKEL, who looks at it wistfully.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
I’m gonna miss those guys.  How many<br />
timelines are there where I get to be a god?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT walks over to LUAKEL.  DIAMOND is standing next to him, and both look rather forlorn.  He claps both of them on the shoulder.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Come on guys, get back to your stations on the ship.<br />
The time for high adventure and godhood is over.<br />
Now it’s drudgery and long hours under my watchful eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Most of the AH.COM crew move back through the airlock, but DOCTOR WHAT walks away from the ship.  The camera switches a shot from behind him, and we see he is moving towards the anti-satellite gun.  It has been set firmly on the ground and secured down with fold-out arms.  MATT and WEAPON M are looking it over.  MATT is sobbing uncontrollably.  He looks up as DOCTOR WHAT approaches.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Are.. are you sure it has to be this way?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
You heard DAVE.  Even if we could patch that thing to the ship’s hull,<br />
the recoil would tear it loose, and probably take a chunk of the ship<br />
with it.  Also, it wasn’t designed to fire from a moving platform.  It<br />
has to be anchored to the ground and given precise firing coordinates.<br />
But if it makes you feel better, remember that you’re going to be firing<br />
the biggest gun you’ve ever seen.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
<em> (deep shuddering sigh) </em><br />
Okay.  But… can we come back to visit it?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Maybe.  But for now, let’s stick to the plan.  Good luck, guys.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT walks away, back towards the ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Most of the bridge crew are seen at their stations.  The door opens, and DOCTOR WHAT walks in.  He moves over to his chair, and sits down.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Okay, guys,  this is it.  LANDSHARK, status?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
I’m fine, a little nervous, but not too… oh, you mean the ship.<br />
Oh, hell. I’m not piloting this ship, GBW is.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW waves from the piloting suite.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Pan to where LANDHSARK is and we see him curled up in front of IRON YUPPIE’s seat.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT pushes a button on the arm of his chair.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
DAVE, how’s everything down there?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DAVE HOWERY is heard on the intercom.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
The shift engines and main engine are ready to put online.  The anti-grav<br />
units should hold up long enough to lift off.  The thrusters are all good.<br />
G BONE says the teleporter is functioning perfectly.  We will have shields<br />
too, when we get into orbit.  But, we better shift to the Hub ASAP and<br />
get some proper work done.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
All right.  We’re ready.<br />
<em> (deep breath) </em><br />
GBW lift off.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is seen pushing a button on his console.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- AH.COM SHIP- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows MATT and WEAPON M standing by the big gun.  WEAPON M has a control pad in his hand, that is connected to the limber on the gun.  A series of mechanical groans is heard in the background.  They turn to see the ship slowly lift off the ground.  Several thrusters fire, and the ship rotates, and then point the nose upward.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
Here we go.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Both put on heavy ear protectors.  WEAPON M pushes a button on the pad, and the limber automatically loads one of the massive shells into the gun.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The room is shown at an odd angle, since the ship is pointed upwards towards the sky.  Everyone has safety belts crossed over their torsos, securing them to their chairs.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
DAVE, bring the main engines on line.  GBW, prepare to go up on<br />
the course we plotted earlier.  And for God’s sake, don’t wander off<br />
of it; if we get in the path of that big gun, we’ll be coming right back<br />
down again.  Now, wait for the first shot…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- THE PLANET- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The ship is shown in the background, slowly moving upwards as the engines fire.  But MATT and WEAPON M are all eyes on the big gun.  WEAPON M punches several buttons on the control pad, and the gun barrel moves slightly in response.  MATT then takes hold of the lanyard.  With a deep breath, he pulls it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a far view of them.  The gun fires with an incredible burst of sound.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SPACE- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows a shot high above the earth, with dozens of the bullet satellites still inert in orbit.  They suddenly come to life, red lights blinking on everywhere.  But a massive explosion fills the scene.  When it dissipates, a big hole has been torn in the satellite coverage.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- THE PLANET- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WEAPON M and MATT are looking upwards in awe.  The camera switches to their POV, and we see the aftermath of the explosion high above in the sky.  The two grin at each other.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
That’s it!  GBW, punch it!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- THE PLANET- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows WEAPON M pushing a button on the pad, and the limber loads another shell into the gun.  MATT fires the gun, another shell is loaded, and he fires again.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- SPACE- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Three huge explosions, just seconds apart, fill the screen.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- THE PLANET- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT and WEAPON M load and fire the last two shells, and then hastily step away from the gun.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
G BONE, they’re done!  Get ‘em up here!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- THE PLANET- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT and WEAPON M appear with a loud pop.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- AH.COM SHIP- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The ship is shown climbing through the upper atmosphere.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The crew is seen gripping their chair arms tightly as the ship shakes while moving through the atmosphere.  The camera switches to DOCTOR WHAT’S POV on the view screen.  At first we see typical clouds and blue sky, but both get thinner and the sky darkens, until finally the true blackness of outer space is seen, glittering with stars.  The ship stops shaking and settles into smooth flying.  DOCTOR WHAT takes a deep breath.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
DAVE, fire up the shift engines.  LEO, how we doing?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Not bad.  The big gun blasted a huge hole in the satellite net,<br />
but there are more coming from nearby.  DAVE, we need to hurry…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
YUPPIE, see if you can blast some of them off our tail.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- AH.COM SHIP- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The ship is seen hurtling through space above the planet.  The camera pans to the rear of it, and dozens of the bullet satellites are seen pursuing it.  Several particle beams fire to the rear of the ship and take out the closest ones, but many more are closing the gap.  A vortex opens up ahead of the ship.  The AH.COM flies into it, and the vortex closes seconds later.  The pursuing satellites stop, turn, and move off camera, heading back to their orbits over the earth.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT- HUB SPACE- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera opens on a familiar looking scene of the Hub of the Universe.  A vortex opens, and the AH.COM moves out of it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The view screen shows a view of the Hub.  DOCTOR WHAT collapses back in relief.  He runs a hand wearily over his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
My God,  that was closer than I like.  KIT, contact the usual people<br />
and tell them we need repairs again.  Damn, this is going to eat into<br />
our working budget a lot.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> HENDRYK </strong><br />
Yeah, but it beats the hell out of being stuck back<br />
on that planet with those crazy nomads.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
That’s true.  Oh, what the hell… drinks are on me!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DMA </strong><br />
Oh my God!  Doc’s buying?!  To the teleporter!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">With the sounds of many running feet, DOCTOR WHAT looks around to find the room empty.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Uh guys, we have to dock first.  Guys?</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT- OUROBOROS PUB- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera pans across the pub, showing the AH.COMMERS scattered around the room at the tables, with various drinks.  DOCTOR WHAT is sitting at the bar, talking to IAN.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
…and then we got to the vortex just one step ahead of those damn satellites.<br />
I tell ya, we came too damn close to being stuck on that world forever.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> IAN </strong><br />
Now that’s one of the best stories I’ve heard<br />
in a while.  And I’ve heard all of them.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
So, what’s with that bunch over there?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT turns around to look, and the camera switches to his POV.  DIAMOND, LUAKEL, and MATT are all sitting at a table together, drinks in hand, looking very unhappy, with the remains of many empty drinks on the table.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
I wuzsh a gawd, a freakin’ gawd.  Now, I’m jusht<br />
a kid again.  Now, they’ll forget all about me.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DIAMOND </strong><br />
She luved my bare thighsh.  Finally, I found a girl who<br />
liked my pantlessnessh.  And I had to let her shtay behind.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
It wuzsh the biggest gun I ever did shee.  It wuzsh sho boootifull.<br />
And it made shush purty exploshuns.  And I had to leave it behind.<br />
Cuz DAVE shaid we couldn’t put it on the shhhip.<br />
I hate DAVE.   <strong> <strong> <strong> ……</strong></strong></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong><strong><strong> </strong></strong></strong>MATT passes out, head sinking down to the table.  DIAMOND bursts into tears.  LUAKEL takes another sip of his drink, suddenly looks ghastly pale, and runs out of the bar, trying not to retch.  The camera switches to DOCTOR WHAT, who turns back to IAN.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
That?  That’s a fallen god, a broken heart, and unrequited love for a big gun.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IAN </strong><br />
I… see.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
You know, with any other group, that would be weird, but with you guys…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR</strong> WHAT<br />
Yeah, we’re something , ain’t we?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT- GARAGE- DAY- </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera opens on a scene of the big garage in the former Morlock compound.  The place is now occupied by busy Sandkats, who are looking around and cleaning up the room.  PARSON suddenly steps up onto a box and harangues the others.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
Behold, brothers!  Although our Chosen One has gone up beyond the stars,<br />
he has left us a guide for his teachings!  I give you… Big Busty Lesbians!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He holds up the porn magazine that LUAKEL dropped earlier in the caverns.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
This is wisdom straight from the Chosen One!<br />
Pray along with me, brothers, as I read the holy words.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He pages through the magazine.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
Hot girl on girl action!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The other Sandkats all chant in unison.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>SANDKATS </strong><br />
HOT GIRL ON GIRL ACTION!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
See Yolanda get some hot tongue action from Desmona!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>SANDKATS </strong><br />
SEE YOLANDA GET SOME HOT TONGUE ACTION FROM DESMONA!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
Subscribe now!  12 issues for only $29.99!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>SANDKATS </strong><br />
SUBSCRIBE NOW! 12 ISSUES FOR ONLY $29.99!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
And now, brothers, let me read to you from the most holy Letters section…<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
“Hi, BBL, my name is WEAPON M and I had<br />
the most amazing threesome last week….”</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong><strong><strong><strong>FADE TO BLACK</strong></strong></strong></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong><strong><strong><strong>ROLL END CREDITS </strong></strong></strong></strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">CAPTION SCREEN:<br />
“And now, a public service message from AH.COM The Series.”</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera opens on a scene of a plush decorated room with a fireplace and an easy chair. DAVE HOWERY is sitting there, tastefully dressed in a suit and tie, smiling at the camera.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Hi, I’m DAVE HOWERY, one of the characters on<br />
AH.COM The Series. Our crew faces life and death<br />
situations every week on the show. But children<br />
face a danger every day: the temptation of rap music.<br />
While most rap is harmless, those groups who glorify<br />
violence, guns, drug culture, or degradation of women<br />
should be avoided. Parents, please carefully screen<br />
the music you allow your children to buy.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He pauses, and looks seriously at the camera.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
And to those children who watch our show, the cast and<br />
I wish to make a special request. Listen carefully to the<br />
lyrics of the rap groups you hear. Even if they are popular,<br />
if they glorify shootings or drugs, they should be avoided.<br />
Your patronage keeps such groups in business, and leads<br />
to an ever increasing spiral of violence.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
In fact, rap music should be avoided altogether.<br />
Let’s face it; it sucks.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DR. WHAT’S voice is heard off camera.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DR. WHAT </strong><br />
What the… damn it, DAVE, you’re going off script again!<br />
Stick to the script!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
So, if you listen to rap music, chances are you will eventually<br />
be drawn into the netherworld of the drug culture. Yes, you’ll<br />
be strung out on crack and meth, and end up selling everything<br />
you own to keep up your habit. You’ll finally be reduced to a<br />
skeletal exhausted hobo who hangs around the bus station<br />
offering blowjobs to strange men for handfuls of change.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
Damn it, DAVE, this is totally out of line!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
And even if you manage to avoid the drugs, you’ll probably end<br />
up in a gang, where you’ll have to sell drugs and do drive-by<br />
shootings. All because you couldn’t bother not listening to rap<br />
music, no you had to be popular and fit in and listen to rap just<br />
because everyone else did, and look where it got you now.<br />
And furthermore…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DAVE HOWERY reaches down off camera and picks up a tiny happy kitten, just aching to be loved and petted and cuddled.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
…if you listen to rap, this kitten will die.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Oh my God, he’s threatening kittens live on TV!<br />
Get him out of there!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT, WEAPON M and FLOCCULENCIO rush onto the stage. DAVE HOWERY leaps to his feet, looks around frantically for a moment, and then throws the kitten at FLOCCULENCIO. It hits his face and clings to it with claws on all four paws, hissing and spitting. FLOCCULENCIO screams and runs off camera. DAVE HOWERY tries to run, but MATT and WEAPON M grab his arms and start hauling him away. As he is pulled off camera, he screams a final message at the camera.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Kids! Don’t listen to rap music! Your dog will get run over by a car…<br />
your parents will give you up for adoption… your best friend will…<br />
wait! Let go of me! No! Nooo! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The final scene shows the empty chair and stage and another caption screen comes up.[/LEFT[</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">This message has been approved by PSYCHOMELTDOWN”</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">FLOCCULENCIO runs across the screen, screaming, kitten still attached to face.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">FADE TO OPENING CREDITS:</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">An Alternatehistory.com Presentation:</span></strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>“LUAKELS OF THE WASTELAND” </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Written By : DAVE HOWERY &amp; DOCTOR WHAT </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> ACT I</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. &#8211;  SPACE- DAY</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows a view of the Earth from low orbit.  This world has a strange yellowish tint to it, not the normal blue.  It appears to be covered with vast stretches of desert.  The camera pans away from the planet, and shows a wormhole opening.  The AH.COM emerges from it, and moves towards the planet.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera pans across the room, showing most of the crew at their stations.  It stops when it gets to DR. WHAT, sitting in the captain’s chair.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
Wow, this planet doesn’t look too appealing.<br />
LEO, what can…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
STOP THE SHIP!  NOW NOW NOW!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The crew looks shocked for a moment.  Then, LANDSHARK slams his hand down on a big red button, and the ship is heard to groan as it decelerates rapidly.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
LEO?!  What’s going on?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Sorry folks, but there are hundreds of inert satellites in orbit<br />
around the planet.  I don’t want to plow into all of them.<br />
We’ll have to pick our way through them carefully.  Here,<br />
LANDSHARK, I’ll put them on your charts…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Got ‘em.  Let’s see… I think I can maneuver around most<br />
of them, but we’re going to cut it close on a few.  Okay,<br />
I’m engaging the manual thrusters… now.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. &#8211;  SPACE- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The AH.COM is shown moving slowly towards the Earth, winding its way through dozens of small bullet-shaped satellites.  All seem to be dead in space, as there are no lights on any of them.  The camera moves in on one of the satellites, the one closest to the ship.  As the ship moves past it, a small red light suddenly appears at the front of it.  With a puff of rocket boosters, the satellite moves rapidly towards the ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
Okay, LEO, start scanning the planet as we move in<br />
here, but keep it quiet for now; don’t want to distract<br />
LANDSHARK in this delicate operation.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
As you wish.  Scanning now…<br />
WARNING!  OBJECT ON COLLISION COURSE!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DR. WHAT twists some of the dials on his chair arm, and the view screen switches camera angles, until the satellite is shown clearly as it moves towards them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
What the… so the satellites<br />
are not dead.  Is it a threat?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Yes.  It is packed with high<br />
grade chemical explosive.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
Okay <strong> MATT </strong>, take it down.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Roger.  Man, I love shootin’ the big guns…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. &#8211;  SPACE- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As the satellite closes in on the ship, a particle beam lances out and destroys it.  It blows up with a huge explosion.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Target destroyed.  Well, that wasn’t so… uh oh.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. &#8211;  SPACE – DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The AH.COM continues to move towards the Earth, but dozens of red lights spring into view as the other satellites in orbit wake up.  At first, only a few move towards the ship, but more and more join in every second, until there are over a hundred aiming for it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
We’re in trouble folks!  There are 112 impact satellites<br />
heading towards us.  Landshark, get us out of here!<br />
Take a low earth orbit and see if you can use the<br />
atmosphere to scrape some of them off of us!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. &#8211;  SPACE- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The AH.COM puts on a burst of speed and shoots towards the earth, but the satellites are right behind it.  A handful of them manage to catch the ship and make small explosions on the outer hull.  The particle beam weapons on the ship fire and take out some of the satellites, but there are many more in pursuit.  As the ship moves closer to the earth, the hull starts to skid on the upper atmosphere, and leaves a trail of fire behind it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows everyone hanging tightly onto the ship as it shudders into the atmosphere.  As the satellites explode against the hull outside, the room shakes violently.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
It’s no good!  The satellites aren’t burning up!<br />
Prepare for more impacts!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. &#8211;  SPACE- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The AH.COM is fully into the upper atmosphere now, and fire is shedding off the entire hull.  However, the satellites are still pursuing it.  Individual ones explode at random areas around the hull, but a large cluster of them aim straight at the engine exhaust area and explode all around it.  Moments later, the engines are heard shutting down.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
The engines just shut down!  And… we’re caught in<br />
the planet’s gravity!  We’re going down!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
ALL DECKS.  PREPARE FOR CRASH LANDING!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to DR. WHAT.  He is in his chair, gripping the arm rests tightly and gritting his teeth.  After a moment, he reaches around and pulls a pair of crash belts across his torso, and hooks them into the clips at the side of the chair.  The camera switches to the view screen in front of him.  It shows the fire trail clearing as the ship moves lower into the atmosphere.  Far below, the bright yellow flat surface can be seen rapidly approaching.  As everyone grabs tightly onto something, the intercom is heard.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Landshark!  We’re about to lose power.  Level out the ship<br />
before we do, and we might glide to a landing.  Hurry!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LANDSHARK is seen struggling with the controls.  As he does, the view screen shows the surface change to a horizon as the ship levels out, but the altitude is still decreasing rapidly.  The land below is a flat desolate desert, void of any mountains or water.  As the ship descends, the G forces begin to flatten the crew members into their chairs.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to DR. WHAT, who is grimacing in pain, his head forced back against the headrest, and his hands gripping the armrests tightly.  The camera switches back to the view screen.  The ground below comes steadily closer… and closer… and finally, just before the moment of impact, the camera switches back to DR. WHAT who involuntarily throws up an arm across his face.  The scene suddenly goes black, and a loud crashing/scraping sound is heard over the black.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">FADE TO BLACK.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">FADE UP FROM BLACK.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As the scene lightens up from black, the camera is focused tightly on a closed eye.  The eye is seen moving under the lid, and the eyebrow above it twitches.  The camera pulls slowly back, and the eye is revealed to be that of DR. WHAT.  He is lying sprawled in his chair, his head resting on his shoulder; the crash belts apparently held him in place.  As the camera pulls back, his hands twitch and begin to move.  His head rolls over, and he opens his eyes.  After looking around blankly for a moment, he shakes his head, and unhooks the crash belts.  He stands up and looks around.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera pans across the room.  There appears to be no functioning equipment other than the reddish emergency lights.  All the computers are without power, and the view screen is blank.  The rest of the crew members are waking and standing up as well.  Amazingly, no one seems to be seriously hurt, although there are bumps and bruises all around.  The camera completes its pan in a full circle ending up on DR. WHAT again.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
Anyone hurt?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> HENDRYK </strong><br />
Doesn’t look like it.  So… I take it we’re down on the surface,<br />
but there doesn’t seem to be a lot of hull damage.  No power<br />
though.  That’s going to make things tough for a while.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to the doors, which are slowly being forced open.  With a final surge, the doors are pushed all the way back into the recesses.  DAVE HOWERY, PSYCHOMELTDOWN, G BONE, KEIRA, and TORQUMADA all walk into the control room.  Like the others, they look to be banged up, but no major injuries.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
JESUS CHRIST!<br />
This is why Sharky Boy shouldn’t<br />
be give the piloting controls!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Wow.  Looks like we got away<br />
without a lot of injuries.  Not bad at all.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
No injuries!  Who cares about people getting hurt!<br />
I just lost my entire collection of glass sheep figurines!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
<em> (shakes head) </em><br />
Damn shame.<br />
Damn shame.<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Where’s DIAMOND?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> TORQUMADA </strong><br />
Taking care of MICHAEL.  He was in the privy when<br />
the ship hit, and he bounced around on the inside<br />
like a pea in a tin can.  You can imagine what kind<br />
of damage all those porcelain fixtures did to him.<br />
Not to mention the, uh, mess in general.  Of course,<br />
when you have your pants down around your ankles,<br />
it’s hard to do much of anything in an emergency.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
Words of wisdom.<br />
<em> (looks around the room) </em><br />
Well… damn.  No power, no engines, and crashed<br />
on the surface of a desert world.  Damn it, we can’t<br />
even ask LEO to scan around for us.<br />
<em> (to <strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong>) </em><br />
So, what’s the chances of fixing up everything?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Christ, Doc, I don’t even know where to begin-</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
<em> (rolling eyes) </em><br />
How fucking surprising.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
<em> (smacks Psychometldown upside the head) </em><br />
The engines suffered massive damage, the power is out, and<br />
I don’t even know what happened to the hull when we hit the<br />
sand.  Luckily, we seem to have hit pretty level, so we have a<br />
pretty good chance of having an intact hull.<br />
<em> (claps Landshark on the shoulder) </em><br />
That was some damn fine piloting, getting the ship leveled<br />
out when everything went to hell.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Get your grease monkey hands off me!<br />
That’s pure Norwegian silk you’re getting<br />
your Neanderthal hands all over!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA KNIGHTLY </strong><br />
<em> (running finger down Dave’s arm) </em><br />
Who’s my little caveman?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
<em> (winks at Kiera) </em><br />
Bite me, Angry Brit.<br />
<em> (to DR. WHAT) </em><br />
Anyway… what we need to do first is to get the power plant up<br />
and running.  I can do that in an hour or two.  And then we need<br />
to get some people outside and look at the hull, see if there are<br />
any fractures.  Meanwhile, after the power is up again, GBW can<br />
get LEO up and running, and he can tell us about any other<br />
mechanical problems.  But…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A worried look goes across his face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
Go on, give me the bad news.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Doc, we just don’t have enough material to rebuild everything<br />
we need to fix.  I have enough spare parts to fix various things<br />
around the ship, but we’re going to have to build some from<br />
scratch.  And there’s the problem.  We need computer boards,<br />
sheet metal, all kinds of things we don’t have.  We have the<br />
tools, but not the raw materials.  And this world didn’t look<br />
like it had much of anything to salvage.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
Well, it looks bad… but hey, we’ve been in tight spots before.<br />
Okay, get the power up and running first.  Once it is, LEO is<br />
the next priority.  Maybe his scanners will find something out<br />
there we can use.  Okay everyone, this is bad… really bad…<br />
but let’s get to it and maybe it’ll all work out in the end.<br />
<em> (wrings hands) </em><br />
Hopefully…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
<em> (whisper) </em><br />
Christ, that’s the Doc’s idea of an inspiring speech?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- ENGINEERING- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera opens on a dimly lit scene in front of the main power plant.  KEIRA and G BONE are holding emergency lanterns, while DAVE HOWERY and PSYCHOMELTDOWN are looking at the plant.  Both are grimy and covered with grease and oil.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
Okay, I think we fixed all the damage to the plant,<br />
but we need something with a lot of juice to kick<br />
start it into running.  The emergency batteries and<br />
stuff like that just aren’t big enough.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Hmmm… got an idea.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He walks off into the darkness for a moment, and then returns with one of his adamantium chainsaws.  He puts it point down on the floor, and takes a screw cap off the end of the handle.  He then reaches inside and pulls out a glass tube that is glowing weirdly green.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> G BONE </strong><br />
What the hell is that?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
The cold fusion battery that runs the chainsaw.<br />
What, you didn’t think it ran on gas, did you?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
<em> (whispering to G.Bone) </em><br />
Figured he’d use the batteries from the<br />
“massager’he keeps in his toolbox.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> G.BONE </strong><br />
<em> (whispering) </em><br />
Last resort, I’m guessing.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DAVE HOWERY attaches the battery to an outlet on the power plant.  He backs away and nods to PSYCHOMELTDOWN, who flips a master breaker.  After a fitful start, the lights in engineering all turn on.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CORRIDOR- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The lights in a long corridor are shown coming on.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- DR. WHAT’S QUARTERS- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LUAKEL is seen in here with a flashlight, rifling through one of the Doc’s sock drawers.  He pulls out a lurid magazine with the title “Big Busty Lesbians!” and starts looking through it.  The lights come on, and LUAKEL  looks around guiltily, then shoves the magazine into his shirt and runs out of the room.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">With a rising whine, the emergency lights go out and the regular lights turn on.  The crew stops the cleanup they are doing and look around happily.  However, the computers still are off.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
Well, that’s half the battle won.  Now, GBW, get down to<br />
the computer core and get LEO rebooted and running.<br />
Meanwhile, I’m going to form up people into parties to go<br />
out and check over the hull for damage.  When I get<br />
organized, let’s meet down in the airlock chamber.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- AIRLOCK CHAMBER- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">This room is fairly small, but very sturdy and clear.  The large pressure door leading into it is open, and there are two groups of people in the room.  One consists of DR. WHAT, HENDRYK, TORQUMADA, LANDSHARK, and IRONYUPPIE.  The other is DIAMOND, FLOCCULENCIO, DMA, and LUAKEL.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
Okay, group one, my group, we’ll walk around the front of<br />
the ship and check out the hull there.  Group two, you guys<br />
take the back half of the ship.  Take good notes about<br />
anything that looks damaged, anything at all.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He puts his hand on the handle to open the outside pressure door.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DR. WHAT </strong><br />
Everyone ready?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">At their nods, DR. WHAT turns the handle and pulls the door inward.  Bright sunlight pours in through the door.  The two groups of people move through the door and exit the ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP –DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a gigantic gully of torn-up bushes and disturbed earth and rock. At the end of the gully is the AH.COM ship, looking relatively intact. Smoke and dust clouds are slowly billowing away from the area. A few flames can be seen flickering here and there amidst all the wreckage.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see several figures come out of a door on the side and look around.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see that the figures are DR. WHAT, HENDRYK, TORQUMADA, LANDSHARK , IRONYUPPIE, DIAMOND, FLOCCULENCIO, DMA, and LUAKEL .</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">TIGHT ON-  DOCTOR WHAT</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He looks around the horizon.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">SLOW PAN—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see nothing but rock and sand and the occasional desert shrub or grass for as far as the eye can see in every direction. A few hills and rock outcroppings can be seen here and there.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
God—what a desolate wasteland.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DMA </strong><br />
Heh! Reminds me of the Great Sandy Desert<br />
from back home in Australia!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Like I said—desolate wasteland.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Okay people! Group one with me!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT walks towards the front of the ship. HENDRYK, TORQUMADA, LANDSHARK and IRONYUPPIE follow him a few seconds later. DIAMOND walks off towards the rear of the ship, FLOCCULENCIO, DMA and LUAKEL following behind him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DMA </strong><br />
Begging your pardon, DIAMOND mate but…<br />
shouldn’t you be wearing your pants?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
I am a free man! Never shall I wear them! Never!!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DMA </strong><br />
Fair enough mate—it’s just that the sun is reflecting off your<br />
pasty white thighs and the light is hurting my eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The rest of the gang nod their heads in agreement. After a few seconds they all put sunglasses on and continue onwards.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – REAR OF AH.COM SHIP –DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DIAMOND, FLOCCULENCIO, and DMA waving various scanners along the hull. They’re reading out various scanner displays to <strong> LUAKEL </strong>, who’s busy scribbling them down.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
…hairline fractures on secondary intake valve…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
…Some minor damage to primary hull platings<br />
on sections 37, 41 and 52 to 58 inclusive….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DMA </strong><br />
…Oh my god!&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ALL </strong><br />
What? What?!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DMA </strong><br />
The entire supply of our Mountain Goat<br />
Surefoot Stout has leaked into the ground!<br />
<em> (collapses to his knees) </em><br />
<em> (starts pounding the ground with his fists) </em><br />
<em> (screaming) </em><br />
Why? Why?! Oh by the Holy Sheep, why?!<br />
<em> (starts sobbing) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The others stare at DMA for a few seconds and then shrug their shoulders. They go back to work.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE-UP<br />
Behind LUAKEL unseen by him or any of the group, we see a patch of sand shift and ripple for a few seconds—as if something underneath it moved….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – FRONT OF AH.COM SHIP –DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DOCTOR WHAT, HENDRYK, TORQUMADA, LANDSHARK  and IRONYUPPIE. They too are waving various scanners along the hull of the ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em> (looking at a display on his scanner) </em><br />
Not bad. Not good either but not totally bad.<br />
It could have been a lot worse.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Well—can we get off this rock or can’t we?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Depends on whether or not we can find all those<br />
spare parts that DAVE needs. But if we can, we<br />
don’t have to worry about the hull too much.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Behind the two of them, we see IRONYUPPIE shake her head and look behind her with a look of annoyance and confusion. She glances all around, looking more and more concerned as she does so.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>HENDRYK </strong><br />
What is it?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
Thought I heard something…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Like what?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
Not sure. Sounded like…like….thunder?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The AH.commers look around in concern and confusion.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – REAR OF AH.COM SHIP –DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DMA is still on the ground, whimpering slightly. A few mumbled words and phrases can be heard. The rest seem to be finishing up their scans.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
Ok kid—tell DAVE the results so we can go back inside.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LUAKEL reaches around into his back pocket when—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A dozen figures erupt out of the ground behind the AH.commers!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Before the AH.commers can even begin to react, the figures <em> (almost completely obscured under heavy robes and head coverings) </em> throw large sacks over the AH.commers and quickly yank them back into the holes in the ground they came from. In less than five second, the figures and the AH.commers are gone.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – FRONT OF AH.COM SHIP –DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT, HENDRYK, TORQUMADA, LANDSHARK  and IRONYUPPIE are scanning the horizon.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
I don’t see anyth—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We suddenly hear loud rumbling sounds. Erupting from behind several hills and rock piles are a motley collection of vehicles.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The vehicles look vaguely like cars, dune buggies and motorcycles—but it’s obvious that they appear to be the kind of stuff you’ll find in junkyards. A few even look like they were put together from whatever parts happened to be lying around.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">All of the vehicles are being ridden by a collection of even more motley figures. They, too, appear to be covered from head to toe in clothing—only there seems to be a heavy preponderance of leather and bondage gear among the styles of clothing.  All are wearing hoods that mask their faces.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">All of them are armed with crossbows, spears, guns and assorted other weapons—all of them looking like they were hand-made or scavenged as well.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">There is a figure in the lead dune buggy. He is a large, muscular man and is wearing nothing except leather shorts and a full-face hockey mask that obscures his face. He’s waving a large trident in one hand.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>MAN </strong><br />
Onwards my pack! Take no prisoners!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
HOLY SHIT!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The AH.commers turn and run towards the entrance as crossbow bolts, spears and several bullets hit the ground all around them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DOCTOR WHAT stop a few feet from the entrance.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Hey—where the hell are the rest of the guys? I don’t see them!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
Move your ass! We’ll worry about them later!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">IRONYUPPIE practically drags DOCTOR WHAT with her as the rest of the AH.commers rush towards the entrance. The Air Lock Door closes with a clang just as a barrage of weapons crash into it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- AIRLOCK CHAMBER- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see DOCTOR WHAT, HENDRYK, TORQUMADA, <strong> LANDSHARK </strong> and IRONYUPPIE in the room, panting heavily from exertion. We see DOCTOR WHAT blink a few times, then slowly move his hand up to his afro.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a crossbow bolt stuck in it.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em> (yanking out the crossbow bolt) </em><br />
Right.<br />
<em> (hits intercom button) </em><br />
DAVE—we have another problem….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – DARK CAVERN SYSTEM –NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a very large cave with numerous exits leading out of it to other caves. Several torches <em> (one or two appearing to be made out of large thighbones) </em> are on the walls. There are numerous campfires scattered around the cave. Most of them appear to have unidentifiable slabs of meat or pots filled with bubbling disgusting looking liquids cooking on them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Huddled around many of the fires are over a dozen figures. All of them seem to be dressed in a hodge-podge of materials like furs, skins, cloth and various items of clothing. They, too, have all their heads and faces covered. One of them turns and looks at a side entrance and gives a shout.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a dozen figures—dressed the same as the others—come into the cave. They are dragging four large sacks. With a triumphant shout, they place the bags in front of one of the larger fires. They open up one of the bags and DMA falls out.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DMA </strong><br />
Hey! What the-<br />
<em> (he stops and looks at all the figures around him) </em><br />
Oh shit.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The figures are poking and prodding DMA, making vaguely approving noises.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They open up another bag, spilling FLOCCULENCIO.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
By the Buddha! What the —oh fuck.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The figures are poking and prodding FLOCCULENCIO, nodding a bit more forcibly and making slightly more approving noises.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Third bag opens, spilling DIAMOND</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
Motherfucker! What the hell is –<br />
<em> (looks around) </em><br />
Goddamnit!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The figures are poking and prodding DIAMOND, nodding very forcibly. One of the figures pokes and prods DIAMOND’s thighs. A ripple of extremely loud approving shouts erupts from the group. The figure that had captured DIAMOND gets a few friendly slaps on the back. Two or three of the figures are rubbing their hands in glee. Several others are pulling out sharp knives.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The fourth bag is opened to reveal—</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Hey! What the—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A gasp of shock comes from the figures as they all fall silent as they stare at <strong> LUAKEL </strong> in astonishment. They stare for a few seconds in silence—then, as one, they all fall to their knees and prostrate themselves in front of <strong> LUAKEL </strong>.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">One of the figures speaks up.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FIGURE </strong><br />
<em> (in awed and astonished voice) </em><br />
THE ONE!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">All of the figures start chanting ‘The One’ over and over again.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
<em> (looking around in complete confusion) </em><br />
Uh—what’s going on?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The figure who had spoken before slowly gets up and speaks.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FIGURE </strong><br />
I am PARSON. We are the Sandkats tribe. It is…<br />
is…to have The Chosen One appear to our tribe…it…it…<br />
<em> (his voice breaks, obviously overcome with emotion) </em><br />
What is your bidding, Oh Chosen One?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND, FLOCCULENCIO, and DMA are observing all this with various degrees of annoyance, shock and confusion. <strong> LUAKEL </strong> just stares around, still very confused.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Who are you guys?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
For The Chosen One—we shall reveal our inmost selves!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PARSON and all the other figures start ripping away at the face coverings. Slowly, one by one, they look up and face the AH.commers.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">REACTION SHOT &#8211; DIAMOND, FLOCCULENCIO, DMA and <strong> LUAKEL </strong> reacting with shock and amazement.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CAMERA TURNS TO SHOW—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The SandKat Tribe all have the same face.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LUAKEL’S face!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows us a wide angle shot of the ship on the ground.  Dozens of rattletrap motorcycles and dune buggies are driving around the crashed ship.  The riders can be seen waving crossbows and spears; every so often, they shoot a volley of bolts at the hull, but they do no damage.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT and his team walk into the room, looking rather disheveled.  The rest of the crew are listening to the thumps of the crossbow bolts hitting the ship and the revving of the motors.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Doc, what the hell is out there?  How the hell did you manage<br />
to piss someone off on this godforsaken rock?  How did you<br />
manage to find someone to piss off, for that matter?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
It’s a gift.  Actually, I have no idea who the hell they are, but<br />
they don’t look friendly.  They’re armed with a bunch of nasty<br />
medieval looking gear, and they wear more leather than KIT does.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KIT </strong><br />
Really?!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He starts to run out of the room with an excited look on his face, but MATT holds him back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Well, with the power back up, we can at least get a good look at them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He walks over to his chair and punches some buttons on the arm rest.  The view screen lights up, showing a scene in front of the ship.  Several motorcycles and buggies are seen flashing by as they circle the ship.  DOCTOR WHAT pushes several buttons, and the view screen cycles through several camera views.  It stops on a scene that shows the huge leader of the nomads.  DOCTOR WHAT zooms in on him, and he can be seen clearly.  The man is tall and has massive muscles.  He still wears the hockey mask, but his head behind it can be seen to be bald and misshapen, with odd lumps and bumps.  He is standing in his buggy with a microphone in his hand.  He looks around as another hooded nomad <em> (WEEZ) </em> rides up on a motorcycle and stops in front of him.  This nomad wears an incredible collection of leather and bondage gear, emphasizing black straps with steel buckles, and has a tall Mohawk haircut.  The second nomad argues with the huge leader about something for a moment, and then drives away angrily.  The leader then puts the microphone near his mouth and starts speaking, his free hand making angry gestures.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
What do you suppose that goober is yakking about?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Let me find the sound…..</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He pushes a button, and the roar of the engines outside is suddenly heard…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT &#8211; AH.COM SHIP- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera is on the huge nomad leader as he speaks into the microphone; his words are broadcast over a set of loudspeakers mounted on the roll bar of his buggy.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEADER </strong><br />
You dare to defy my vast hordes!  You lock yourself away<br />
in that vast metal ship away from me!  So much valuable<br />
metal, and you think you can keep it from us!  We can take<br />
it from you!  We are the Snakes and we always conquer!<br />
So say I, the LORD ENORMOUS GUY!  If you try to fight<br />
us, we will slay you all!  Your men shall be sacrificed to the<br />
dark gods, your women will fill our bellies, and your sheep<br />
shall be dressed in wigs and dance for our amusement!<br />
Ha ha ha!  Damn the voices in my head, get out get out!<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
Where was I?  Oh yeah… and if you do not surrender your<br />
ship, we will chop our way inside and kill you all!  All that you<br />
have will belong to us!  But&#8230;…it does not have to be this way.<br />
Just walk away from that big fat ship full of metal and parts.<br />
Go into the desert and do not come back.<br />
We will not bother you.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He reaches down into his vehicle and pulls out a big hourglass.  He turns it over and the sand starts pouring down to the bottom.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LORD ENORMOUS GUY </strong><br />
You have one hour to leave!  Do not force us to attack you!<br />
We are the Snakes!  We always win!  Tora Tora Tora and<br />
skippedeedoodah too!  Yeah that’s right, you heard me!<br />
Damn it, why do the voices make me say such things?!<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
Let’s see… oh yeah.  One hour!<br />
Be gone by then or face our mighty wrath!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He sits back down in his buggy, and his nomads ride around the ship, screeching and yelling.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT and the crew are looking at the view screen with disbelief.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
<em> (sarcastically) </em><br />
Well, that wasn’t insane or anything….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Do they have the ability to really do anything to the ship?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> THANDE </strong><br />
Well… if we let them just do as they please, chances<br />
are they could find some cracks in the hull to exploit.<br />
Yeah, the hull is super-dense titanium/steel, but it isn’t<br />
indestructible.  They might just find a way to bust through it.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
You know though… these guys have motorbikes and<br />
dune buggies.  And petrol.  They have to be getting<br />
this stuff from somewhere.  So, there has to be a source<br />
of technology, manufacturing, and refining out there<br />
somewhere.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
That’s true!  Well, once LEO is up and running,<br />
maybe he can find that source for us.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
Okay, let’s make sure that they can’t get to us before then.<br />
MATT , WEAPON M, gather up everyone we can spare and<br />
arm them.  You won’t be able to use the engineers or GBW…<br />
we need them to finish up the repairs.  Or TORQUMADA either…<br />
he’ll be standing by in the Med Bay.  Everyone else, arm them.<br />
Use the manual releases on the portholes and shoot out of them.<br />
Keep them away from the ship.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
Oh… did the second team ever turn up?  I didn’t see<br />
any sign that these nomads captured them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
No.  They haven’t reported in on any deck.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Crap!  Where could they be?</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>ACT II </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – SANDKATS CAVERN SYSTEM –NIGHT </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">In addition to PARSON, there is about half a dozen members of the Sandkats still in the caves. Many of the Sandkats have not only removed their face coverings but have loosened or removed some of their body coverings as well, allowing us to see them a bit more clearly. The AH.commers are now sitting near one of the campfires; each of them holding a bowl of a disgusting looking slop in their hands. DIAMOND, FLOCCULENCIO, and LUAKEL are looking at the bowls dubiously. DMA is wolfing down his bowl with great enthusiasm. The Sandkats are looking at LUAKEL  in great expectation—obviously waiting for him to give them his opinion of the food. LUAKEL  takes a small sip of his bowl—and stops suddenly, his eyes crossing and he starts to look positively ill. With great willpower, he slowly swallows the sample he had in his mouth. He grins sickly.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A loud murmur of approval ripples through the Sandkats.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PARSON turns to the AH.commers. We notice that he has a very noticeable humpback and has very pale skin and pink eyes but is otherwise almost identical to LUAKEL.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
Allow me to introduce our tribe. First our chief, BUBBA!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a huge massively muscled LUAKEL. He has two boar-like tusks on either side of his mouth. He grunts in acknowledgement.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
And his lovely wife-MOMMA!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MOMMA is a fat ugly femaleLuakel with 6 sagging breasts. We can see several LUAKEL infants hanging from them, gurgling contently. MOMMA gives a little wave.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
And WALKER—our greatest scout and hunter!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WALKER is a tall, lean LUAKEL wearing the remnants of an US military combat uniform. He has various scars on his face, neck and arms. He also has three eyes—one in the center of his forehead. One of the scars on the arms seems to be oozing blood.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Hey—you’re bleeding.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WALKER </strong><br />
<em> (looking down at scar) </em><br />
<em> (grunting) </em><br />
I ain&#8217;t got time to bleed.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WALKER pulls out what looks like a staple gun and applies it to the scar that’s bleeding. There’s a series of ‘thonk’ sounds and he puts away the staple gun. The scar is now stapled shut and no longer bleeding.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
<em> (staring in shock) </em><br />
Ooooooooo-kay……</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
And this is SLINKY.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">SLINKY is a Luakel female who is actually very curvy and pretty. She shyly smiles slightly at DIAMOND</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
<em> (smiling slightly) </em><br />
<em> (talking to FLOCCULENCIO) </em><br />
You know—she actually looks kind of hot.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
<em> (looking at DIAMOND in disbelief) </em><br />
Dude—she’s a female version of LUAKEL!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
So? She’s still pretty hot.<br />
<em> (grins at SLINKY) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">SLINKY grins as well—revealing a mouth full of jagged shark-like teeth. She winks at DIAMOND, blowing him a little kiss. DIAMOND looks a little ill. FLOCCULENCIO grins and starts humming a song that sounds like Stevie Wonder’s ‘I Just Called To Say I Love You’.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
This one is BO/JO</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">BO/JO is a two headed LUAKEL.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>RIGHT HEAD </strong><br />
I’m BO!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEFT HEAD </strong><br />
No you idiot! I’m BO! You’re JO!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>RIGHT HEAD </strong><br />
Since when?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEFT HEAD </strong><br />
Since always!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>RIGHT HEAD </strong><br />
That’s not the way I remember it!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEFT HEAD </strong><br />
That’s because I’m the one with the brains!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>RIGHT HEAD </strong><br />
Now see here, there’s no<br />
need to be abusive, you moron!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEFT HEAD </strong><br />
I’m the moron?! I wasn’t the one who<br />
accidentally shot off our right pinky finger!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>RIGHT HEAD </strong><br />
Ha! Well—I wasn’t the one who forgot it was<br />
loaded so what does that make you, hmmm?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEFT HEAD </strong><br />
Why you little—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PARSON coughs loudly, shushing them both. BO/JO give each other dirty looks but remain quiet.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
And finally—our resident fixer-upper, SPIDER!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">SPIDER looks identical to LUAKEL in all respects except one—he has four arms.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>SPIDER </strong><br />
<em> (waving with all four arms) </em><br />
Honor to meet you, Sir!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Uh, nice to meet you too.<br />
<em> (turning to PARSON) </em><br />
Where’s the rest of the tribe run off to?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
To get food and supplies for the big feast we are<br />
holding in your honor tonight, Oh Chosen One!<br />
I do hope that the small snacks we have given<br />
you for now have met with your approval?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LUAKEL turns to face DMA, who has at this point completely finished his bowl. DMA turns to look at DIAMOND and FLOCCULENCIO.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DMA </strong><br />
You’re gonna finish that?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND and FLOCCULENCIO shake their heads and hand him their bowls. DMA eagerly devours their contents.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
<em> (turning back to face PARSON) </em><br />
Yes—very much so. What’s in it, by the way?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
Oh! A wondrous recipe passed down from<br />
generation to generation since the time of<br />
the Great Banishment! It contains boiled<br />
spiders, crushed maggots, fermented bat milk,<br />
pickled slugs, grounded rat bones and<br />
spiced snake eyeballs.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LUAKEL, DIAMOND and FLOCCULENCIO start turning green. DMA looks up from his bowl and contemplates this for a few seconds.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DMA </strong><br />
<em> (shrugging shoulders) </em><br />
Meh—still tastier than Vegemite.<br />
<em> (goes back to eating) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
I see…<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Wait—the Great Banishment?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
Yes. Many years ago, all of us were sent here to this world.<br />
We do not know why we were sent here—but obviously it<br />
must be that we offended the Gods in some way because of<br />
our deformities.  We remember the great circle of light that<br />
brought us here.  It is said that the circle returns every so often<br />
and deposits another deformed LUAKEL onto the sands.<br />
Until now, all have been hideously deformed in some way.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">All the Sandkats bow their heads in shame.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
But we have a legend. It is written that one day, The Chosen One—<br />
a perfect  LUAKEL—will appear to us. The Chosen One will forgive<br />
us of all our sins and embrace us into his tribe and lead us to the<br />
Promised Land, a land overflowing with Milk and Honey.<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
<em> (smiling) </em><br />
Never did I think that that day will arrive<br />
in my lifetime! All hail the Chosen One!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>SANDKATS </strong><br />
<em> (chanting) </em><br />
All hail the Chosen One!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
<em> (muttering under his breath) </em><br />
Oh for fuck’s sake…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">PARSON looks at DIAMOND with hostility in his eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
<em> (angry voice) </em><br />
Are you mocking the Chosen One?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">All the Sandkats growl, pull out sharp knives and advance towards DIAMOND, DMA and FLOCCULENCIO.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
<em> (quickly) </em><br />
Wait! Wait! Don’t kill them! It’s ok!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
<em> (confused voice) </em><br />
You…you do not want us to kill them, Oh Chosen One?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Yes—that’s right! No eating them!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">WALKER is holding a knife at FLOCCULENCIO’s throat.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>WALKER </strong><br />
Not even this one? It’s been ages since I’ve had Indian food….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Yes—even that one! No eating! Okay?!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
Very well—the wishes of the Chosen One will be followed.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The Sandkats step away from the AH.commers—all except SLINKY, who’s caressing DIAMOND’s thighs with a look of lust on her face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>SLINKY </strong><br />
<em> (dreamily voice) </em><br />
Mmmmmmm….so white and pasty looking…<br />
so pretty…so sexy…so very, very sexy…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
SLINKY!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">With a look of great disappointment, SLINKY steps away from DIAMOND. She blows him another kiss as she does so.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DMA </strong><br />
Wait a minute—I’ve figured all this out! Guys—remember<br />
those religious lunatics who were going around destroying<br />
LUAKELs in every timeline? They were convinced that<br />
some group out there was using LUAKEL clones to destroy<br />
the multiverse? You ever stop to think that maybe they were<br />
right? And if they ARE right—then what would you think that<br />
group would do with all the defective clones that are made?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
<em> (sudden realization) </em><br />
Oh God…no….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
<em> (horrified voice) </em><br />
You mean…not just the Sandkats…<br />
but the whole planet…is…is…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
<em> (nearly weeping) </em><br />
The Planet of the LUAKELs!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
<em> (quiet voice) </em><br />
I think I peed my pants.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DMA </strong><br />
Ummm..you’re not wearing any pants…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
<em> (whimpering) </em><br />
I know…..</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
We have to tell the rest of the guys about this!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
<em> (blinking) </em><br />
Hey—I almost forgot! I still have my communicator!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LUAKEL reaches to pull out his communicator. As he does so, the ‘Big Busty Lesbians’ magazine he took falls out of his pocket and onto the ground. He nor any of the AH.commers notice it falling.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Hey DAVE! You there? Oh man—have we got some news to tell you….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera pans across the room and shows DOCTOR WHAT sitting in his chair, looking at the view screen.  We also see MATT, WEAPON M, LANDSHARK, IRONYUPPIE, KIT, HENDRYK, and THANDE standing in a tight group.  All are armed to the hilt with pistols, BFGs, bolters, and plasma guns.  MATT is giving them a pep talk.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Okay troops.  This looks grim, I know, but really, all<br />
the advantages are on our side.  They have to get<br />
through the hull to us, and we can blast them at our<br />
leisure through the portholes.  If we can kill enough<br />
of them, they’ll probably give up and go home.  The<br />
main thing is, don’t panic.  Pick your targets, aim<br />
carefully, and lead them a little.  Don’t waste ammo<br />
blasting everything in sight.  Okay.  Everyone take<br />
positions where I told you, and let’s get set.  We’ve<br />
got about five minutes before that big loony’s time<br />
limit runs out.  Give ‘em hell, AH.COMMER’S!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Everyone cheers enthusiastically for a moment, and then all but DOCTOR WHAT and MATT  leave the room.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
So, this isn’t as bad as it looks, huh?<br />
That’s good, I was pretty worried.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
No, it’s not that bad.  It’s worse.  They outnumber<br />
us about 20 to 1, and we can’t cover all sides of<br />
the ship at once.  Hell, we can’t cover the stern<br />
at all.  And we’re still short the four people in group<br />
two.  If these leathered up idiots manage to find<br />
a way inside, I don’t know how we’ll be able to<br />
beat them back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Oh.  Well… do you think if we threw them KIT<br />
as a sacrifice, they might go away?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
I doubt it, but I’d certainly be willing to try.<br />
Heads up, Doc, I think it’s about to start.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT turns back to the view screen, where LORD ENORMOUS GUY is seen.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LORD ENORMOUS GUY is looking at the hourglass.  The last few grains of sand trickle down to the bottom.  He looks up angrily at the ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LORD ENORMOUS GUY </strong><br />
So be it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He picks up an air horn and lets loose a loud long blast.  All around him, the other nomads scream their warcries and fire up their engines.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a high overhead shot, showing the AH.COM on the desert below.  The nomads, tiny in comparison, are seen motoring towards the ship at high speed, from every direction.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a rear view of one nomad on a motorcycle.  He is screaming and moving at the ship at maximum speed.  One of the portholes on the ship is seen ahead of him.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a close view of that porthole.  IRONYUPPIE is seen behind it.  She grins, and looks down for a moment.  The glass over the porthole swings aside, and she aims a gun barrel through it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to a rear view of the nomad, still driving at high speed towards the ship.  Suddenly, the fiery blast of a plasma gun shoots out and overwhelms the nomad.  The man and bike catch fire, and the motorcycle explodes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to the ship and IRONYUPPIE’S porthole.  A burning wheel rolls forward, thumps into the side of the ship, and falls over.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to another nomad in a dune buggy who is speeding alongside the ship and firing his crossbow at it.  The camera stops on another porthole.  WEAPON M  rises up into view and looks out.  He opens the porthole, and brings up a long barreled sniper rifle.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a ‘scope view.’  The crosshairs move quickly with the nomad in the buggy.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to WEAPON M, who takes a deep breath, holds it, and fires.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to the dune buggy.  The bullet hits a front tire, which collapses, and the front of the buggy plows into the sand.  It hits a half-buried rock, and the buggy flips up into the air, turns end over end three times, and lands upside down with a crash, squashing the nomad beneath it.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera moves again to a view high overhead the ship.  The nomads can be seen circling the ship.  At scattered places around the hull, plasma bursts are seen moving out to incinerate nomads, while gunfire is heard from rifles and BFGs, along with the occasional bursts from bolters.  The nomads are steadily being brought down before they can even get close to the ship… except for one area.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a rear view of the ship, showing the massive engine exhausts.  WEEZ and 3 other nomads on motorcycles ride into view.  They stop, look up at the exhausts, and then hop off their bikes and climb into the exhausts, moving out of sight.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT is sitting in his chair with both hands clapped tightly over his ears.  The reason why is obvious when the camera pans over to <strong> MATT </strong>.  He is standing at an open porthole with a BFG in each arm, and is firing both at the nomads outside.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Take that, you bastards!  Yeah, how do you like that, asshats!<br />
Oh yeah, here’s a little something for you over there!  What’s that?!<br />
You don’t like it?!  Well, here’s some more!  Ha ha ha!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- ENGINEERING- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DAVE HOWERY, PSYCHOMELTDOWN, G BONE, and KEIRA are all seen in here.  The girl is holding a box full of tools, while the others are working frantically on various pieces of equipment.  All except DAVE HOWERY are carrying pistols at their belts.  The sounds of the attack outside can be dimly heard… engines being revved, crossbow bolts hitting the hull, etc.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
Damn it, I don’t see any way to bring the weapons<br />
back online.  There’s just too much damage and<br />
we don’t have the parts to repair them.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Me neither.  The computers that control the particle beams are all<br />
fried, and the missile bays are all offline… every damn one.  A lot<br />
of the weapon bays are half buried in the sand… couldn’t bring<br />
them to bear on these biker boys anyway.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to a far shot of the group.  In a darkened corner at the far side of the room, a pressure door opens, and WEEZ peers out.  He silently crawls out, and the other three nomads sneak in behind him.  They stand and creep towards the engineering group, unnoticed for the moment.  The four all pull out steel boomerangs and prepare to throw them.  The movement draws KEIRA’S eye, and she screams at the sight of them.  The three engineers all whirl and stare in surprise for a moment.  Then, everyone explodes into motion.  PSYCHOMELTDOWN and G BONE draw their pistols, DAVE HOWERY runs towards a nearby table upon which his chainsaw is sitting, KEIRA hastily backs away, and the four nomads throw their boomerangs.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to G BONE, who ducks a boomerang and fires a shot that brings down a nomad.  However, the boomerang curves back and hits him in the back of the head.  G BONE goes down with a thud.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to PSYCHOMELTDOWN , who looks panicked.  He fires hastily in all directions, and everyone else in the room hits the floor as bullets go ricocheting in all directions.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Damn it, PSYCHO, it’s aim first, then shoot!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">One of the nomads goes down, hit by a ricochet.  WEEZ leaps and lands right in front of PSYCHOMELTDOWN who aims and pulls the trigger, but it clicks on an empty chamber.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
<em> (pulling trigger and nothing happening) </em><br />
Oh, you got to be fucking kidding me!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches to <strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong>, who is squaring off against the last nomad.  He swings the chainsaw around, sawing right through the nomad’s club and the nomad too.  WEEZ hears this, and shoves PSYCHOMELTDOWN viciously away, and then charges over towards DAVE HOWERY, who squares off against him.  The two circle each other warily for a moment, and then start swinging.  DAVE HOWERY is jabbing and lunging with the chainsaw, but WEEZ, who is carrying a steel club, is too fast, and dodges every time.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">At this inopportune moment, a comm unit at DAVE HOWERY’S belt crackles into life.  LUAKEL can be heard on it, saying “…DAVE?  You there?  Have we got some news to tell you…”</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">With a curse, DAVE HOWERY fences with the chainsaw in one hand and grabs the comm unit with the other, speaking into it as he faces WEEZ.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Damn it, LUAKEL, we’re under attack!  I’m a little busy right now…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Unfortunately, the distraction is all it takes.  WEEZ darts in and slams the club against DAVE HOWERY’S head.  He goes down hard.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  SANDKATS’ CAVERN SYSTEM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LUAKEL is listening to the comm unit with puzzlement.  On it, DAVE HOWERY’S brief reply is heard, along with the roaring of the chain saw for a moment, and then a high pitched girlish scream that is suddenly cut off.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Uh oh!  It sounds like KEIRA is in trouble!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DIAMOND </strong><br />
No, that was PSYCHOMELTDOWN.  But yeah,<br />
sounds like there’s trouble back at the ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
We have to do something!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He looks around frantically at the people in the cave.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- ENGINEERING- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows us PSYCHOMELTDOWN lying on the floor, a big lump on his head; he’s not moving.  The camera pulls back and shows WEEZ standing over him, club in hand.  He looks around and sees KEIRA cowering in terror against the wall.  He stalks over to her, a grin showing through the mask on his head.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEEZ </strong><br />
Ah, pretty pretty girl.  Soon, you be roasting over a fire, tasty tasty girl,<br />
chops and roasts and fat dripping into the flames…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">A look of fury goes across KEIRA’S face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
I’m not fat!!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">She headbutts WEEZ right on the nose.  He howls and grabs his nose, bending over in pain… leaving him open to a perfectly timed kick to the groin.  WEEZ goes down hard.<br />
The camera switches to DAVE HOWERY, who is slowly coming back to consciousness.  He opens his eyes and shakes his head.  He hears a repetitive thudding sound, sits up, and looks around.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to KEIRA.  She is viciously kicking WEEZ in the ribs, as he lies on the ground, one hand over his bleeding nose, the other holding his groin.  He moves feebly as each kick lands.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Just because <em> (kick) </em> a girl gains a <em> (kick) </em> couple of pounds <em> (kick) </em><br />
doesn’t give you <em> (kick) </em> the right <em> (kick) </em> to <em> (kick) </em> call <em> (kick) </em> her<br />
<em> (kick) </em> fat!! <em> (Kick kick kick) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The camera switches back to DAVE HOWERY who is looking at her in amazement.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Watch it, honey, he’s getting back up!  Shoot him!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to WEEZ, who is indeed struggling to his knees.  KEIRA looks at the pistol on her belt as if she had forgotten about it, takes it out, and empties it into the nomad’s back.  WEEZ goes down for good.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera switches back to the three engineers, who have all recovered; they are staring at her in wide-eyed shock. DAVE HOWERY walks over to her and slowly takes the pistol out of her hand.  She looks at him with worry in her face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Tell me the truth… am I getting fat?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
What?!  Hell no!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Am I too skinny?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
No, you’re just fine as you are.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> KEIRA </strong><br />
Will you still love me if I do get fat?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Every bit of you.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> PSYCHOMELTDOWN </strong><br />
<em> (low voice) </em><br />
Damnation, I’d rather be dead<br />
than listen to this lurvey durvey BS.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> G BONE </strong><br />
<em> (low voice) </em><br />
Hey, she just shot a guy in the back…don’t let her hear you.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows LORD ENORMOUS GUY looking at the battle, and seemingly displeased.  The camera switches to his POV, and we see the ship with the nomads still circling around it, but there are dozens of bodies around it too.  Columns of smoke mark where nomads were incinerated by plasma gun fire, and gunshots are still heard coming from the defenders.  The camera switches back to LORD ENORMOUS GUY.  He pulls out the air horn again and sends out two short bursts on it.  At that signal, the nomads break off the attack, and move out of range.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows MATT still at his porthole, a BFG in hand.  He stops firing, looks intently out the window, and then turns to DOCTOR WHAT.  His face is nearly black from powder smoke.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Hey, Doc, looks like they’re pulling back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Yeah, but I bet they aren’t done yet.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He swivels the dials on his chair, and the view screen shows a panning view of the area around the ship, and the bodies of the nomads there.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Well… this one cost them.  Now, either they’ll<br />
get discouraged and go home or they’ll just<br />
really get pissed off and try something new.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
With our luck, guess which option we’ll get.<br />
I’m going to walk around and talk to the others,<br />
tell them to grab a quick meal and prepare<br />
for round two.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Several of the nomads are clustered around LORD ENORMOUS GUY.  They are looking at the grounded ship in the distance, anger showing in their eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LORD ENORMOUS GUY </strong><br />
No more pussyfooting around with these guys.<br />
Bring up the throwers!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- COMPUTER CORE- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">GBW is seen putting the cover back on one of the huge supercomputer towers that are lined up against every wall in here.  He flips a large circuit breaker, and all the towers light up.  GBW walks over to a comm station and pushes a button.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> GBW </strong><br />
Hey, Doc, LEO should be up and running in a moment… he just needs to reboot.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- DAY </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em> (on comm unit) </em><br />
Thanks GBW.  Head back up to the control room.<br />
<em> (to <strong> MATT </strong>) </em><br />
Well, that’s one piece of good news.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">He looks up at the ceiling, where LEO’S speakers are.  After a moment, they crackle into life, as LEO CAESIUS comes back online.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Initializing basic subroutines… peripherals coming online…<br />
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer… AI subroutines engaging<br />
… no, KIT, let’s just be friends… personality programs running<br />
… woman walks into a bar with a duck, says gimme a whiskey,<br />
bartender says we don’t allow pigs in here, womans says it’s a duck,<br />
bartender says I was talking to the duck… all systems nominal.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
Wow.  If my scanners are working correctly, we’re well and truly fucked.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Glad to have you back LEO.  And unfortunately yes,<br />
we are.  Are your scanners all up and running?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Let me check.<br />
<em> (pause) </em><br />
Yes, all are in working order.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Then, take a look around.  Somewhere out there, these nomads<br />
are getting parts and fuel, and I’d like to know where.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Okay, give me an hour or two to<br />
calibrate everything and look around…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> EXT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- EVENING </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The camera shows a far view of the crashed ship.  The sun is going down in the background, with a flaming orange glow as it moves below the horizon.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- EVENING </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Most of the crew are gathered here, awaiting LEO’S report.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Well, I’ve got good news and bad news.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
Damn it!  Why is it always good news and<br />
bad news, or bad news and worse news?<br />
Why isn’t it ever good news and better news?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
The good news is that there is indeed a source of<br />
materials nearby. It’s a ruined city about 10 miles<br />
from here.  There are sand dunes all around it,<br />
but there seems to be metal and fuel there.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Okay.  And the bad news?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LEO CAESIUS </strong><br />
Have a look at this.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The view screen lights up and shows a digitalized scene of several nomads working out of sight behind some sand dunes.  They are building two towering structures out of steel I-beams.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
What the hell are those?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Oh my God!  Trebuchets!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Wha… those big medieval catapults?  Are they serious?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DAVE HOWERY </strong><br />
Serious as a heart attack.  Those things will lob half-ton<br />
rocks at us from behind those dunes.  We sit here without<br />
shields, without missiles, and we can’t even get a line<br />
of sight on them to shoot back.  They can shoot at us at<br />
will.  Even with our tough hull, several tons of rocks hitting<br />
it will knock a big damn hole in it.  So, our choices are to<br />
sit here and get pounded, or go out there to try and take<br />
them out… where they outnumber us by a hell of a lot and<br />
have better mobility to boot.  We’re in trouble.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Well… it’s going to be a while before they can<br />
get them built.  MATT, try and come up with some kind<br />
of plan for a sortie… we gotta take those out.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Okay, Doc.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>INT. – TUNNELS –EVENING </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the Sandkats leading  LUAKEL, DIAMOND, FLOCCULENCIO and DMA through a series of small dark tunnels.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
So—wait—these guys are called the Snakes?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
Yes—a most brutal tribe led by a vicious leader. The<br />
LORD ENORMOUS GUY  claims vast sections of<br />
the Desert as his territory. His tribe and ours have<br />
been at war for years.<br />
<em> (smiles) </em><br />
Ha! But we are the Sandkats!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The rest of the Sandkats give out a cheer.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LUAKEL </strong><br />
Appreciate you people helping us out with this.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>PARSON </strong><br />
The Chosen One need only ask and all his wishes will be granted.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">SLINKY turns to DIAMOND, a smile on her face.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>SLINKY </strong><br />
And the one known as DIAMOND need only<br />
ask and all HIS wishes will be granted as well…<br />
<em> (smiles and bats her eyelashes at DIAMOND coquettishly) </em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DIAMOND blushes. FLOCCULENCIO <em> (grinning maniacally) </em> reaches into his pocket and hands a small object to DIAMOND. DIAMOND looks down at the object in his hand in disbelief and turns to face FLOCCULENCIO.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
<em> (still grinning) </em><br />
Always be prepared.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>DIAMOND </strong><br />
You are SO going to die when this is over….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>FLOCCULENCIO </strong><br />
<em> (holding his pinky to the corner of his mouth) </em><br />
Me so scared….</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The AH.commers and the Sandkats continue walking.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> INT. &#8211;  AH.COM SHIP- CONTROL ROOM- EVENING </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
No.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Look—I don’t like it either but…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
<em> (defiantly) </em><br />
No! I understand that we need to take out the trebuchets<br />
before we get a half-ton rock smash down on our heads<br />
but there is NO way I’m wearing pink.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">MATT is holding several ‘commando-style’ suits in his hands—all of them a very vivid hot pink color.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Look—this isn’t my first choice either but the stealth suits<br />
came in pretty handy when we had to save DOC from that<br />
HONORBLOWER chick a few months back.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
But they’re pink!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
But they make us invisible.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
THEY’RE STILL PINK!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Camera pans back to show-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LANDSHARK, IRONYUPPIE, KIT, HENDRYK, DOCTOR WHAT  and THANDE standing in a tight group.  All are still armed with pistols, BFGs, bolters, and plasma guns.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Look—if it helps us take out those<br />
trebuchets I’ll wear a freaking tu-tu!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>IRONYUPPIE </strong><br />
Oh yeah—that reminds me Doc—I’m going<br />
to need those back for Saturday night.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
What—even the red ones?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> LANDSHARK </strong><br />
Yeah—me and Yuppie are going to do a re-enactment of the<br />
Battle of Midway. IRONYUPPIE is going to be the USS Enterprise<br />
while I’m going to be the Japanese fleet and…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT holds up his hand.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Please spare me the sordid details.<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Wait—why do you guys need a tu-tu for that?<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Forget it—I REALLY don’t want to know….</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">DOCTOR WHAT looks around at his gathered troops.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Look—I know that this is a crazy half-assed plan that<br />
we slapped together at the last minute but this is a<br />
crazy half-assed plan that might actually work. The<br />
suits make us invisible, we go out there, we knock out<br />
the trebuchets, we get the spare parts from that ruined<br />
city and we get off this fucking rock. Problem solved.<br />
<em> (beat) </em><br />
Ok—this is the plan. Landshark, IronYuppie, Matt,<br />
Weapon M and mego out and try to kick some Snake<br />
ass while KIT, HENDRYK, and THANDE stay here<br />
and make sure we don’t get any more surprises<br />
like what happened in engineering. LEO—what do<br />
your sensors show?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LEO </strong><br />
I estimate that the Snakes should be<br />
ready to attack us within 10 minutes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Then we better move our asses, shouldn’t we?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – AH. COM SHIP – EVENING </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the outer door open and then quickly close. We suddenly see several set of footprints appear in the sand and slowly start making their way to a set of nearby hills.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – HILLTOP- EVENING </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see a figure sitting on top of the hill. It’s obviously one of the Snakes who has been left here to watch the AH.COM ship. We notice that his eyes are on two eyestalks, like a crab. The eyestalks suddenly seem to focus on something offscreen.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">EYE POV</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the crashed ship and surrounding area from this Snake’s POV. We notice that the image looks very different—like a mix of infrared and ultraviolet vision.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We can just barely see five figures dressed in strange suits walk away from the ship.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">CLOSE- UP<br />
The Snake smiles and runs off.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – DESERT – EVENING </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see five set of footprints come to a stop. We hear but cannot see the AH.commers.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Ok—everyone know the plan?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Blow shit up, shoot everything that moves, shoot anything<br />
that looks like it’s thinking about moving and pump a couple<br />
of rounds into the things that are standing still just to be on<br />
the safe side?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Yup</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> WEAPON M </strong><br />
Never fails, man.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We suddenly hear shouts from nearby. A barrage of crossbow bolts, arrows, stones and assorted other weapons start raining down all around the AH.commers. We hear a voice offscreen.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LORD ENORMOUS GUY </strong><br />
<em> (o.v.) </em><br />
Kill the invisible intruders my pack! Take no prisoners!<br />
Mwhaa-haaa-haaa! Soon the ship will belong to me!<br />
Mwhaaa-haaa-haaa! I have a lovely bunch of coconuts!<br />
Damn those voices!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
<em> (frantic voice) </em><br />
Hey! They’re shooting at us! They’re shooting at us!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
I can see that!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
What happened to the being invisible part?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Guess it didn’t work.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
So what do we do?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Same thing we always do in these situations!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> DOCTOR WHAT </strong><br />
Run screaming while shooting everything around us?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> MATT </strong><br />
Yup.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The AH.commers start shooting everything around them and then, after a few seconds, start running screaming back to the ship while still shooting. Dozens of Snakes give chase, coming at them from multiple directions and firing at them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – DESERT –EVENING </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the ah.commer’s footprints running towards the camera. Behind them we can see over a dozen of the Snakes either on foot or on motorcycles. On a nearby hill, we see the ‘eyestalk’ Snake from before, shouting out directions and pointing at the AH.commers positions. Sand is being kicked up all around the AH.commers from all the weapons being fired on their position and all of their return fire at the Snakes, creating clouds of dust swirling all around the. Unfortunately—rather than obscuring them—the dust clouds are making them a little easier to see, as we can now see glimpses of shadows and movement in the dust clouds. The Snakes howl with joy and move closer.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">TIGHT ON –<br />
A Snake on a decreptic motorcycle. He’s completely covered from head to toe in leather gear. He’s armed with a crossbow and points it at our direction.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">SNAKE POV-<br />
Clouds of dust swirl around the five AH.commers.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">TIGHT ON-<br />
Snake’s hand as he squeezes on trigger.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">WIDE SHOT –<br />
We suddenly see two figures erupt out of the ground on either side of the Snake! Stretched between the two figures—</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A rope!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The Snake gets literally clothesline by the rope and falls off his motorcycle. The now riderless motorcycle careens out of control and flips over several times, bursting into flames.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">We see the other Snakes look around in anger and confusion. The ‘Eyestalk’ Snake looks around and points at something offscreen—just as another figure –this one with four arms and holding a large knife in each hand&#8211;erupts out of the sand behind him! The two figures collapse into a heap.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">TIGHT ON-  A Snake with two reindeer antlers sprouting from his head. He screams and charges at the two figures fighting—only to come to a stop as a very large figure—this one with two boar-like tusks on its face—erupts out of the sand in front of him. A huge fist lashes out at the Snake’s face and the Snake gets flung ten feet backwards, cartwheeling a few times in the process.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LORD ENORMOUS GUY </strong><br />
<em> (looking frantically around) </em><br />
What? What’s going on!? This is not suppose to be happening!<br />
I’m the only one who’s suppose to callously kill off my troops!<br />
<em> (turning to face a nearby Snake) </em><br />
Right?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>SNAKE </strong><br />
Er….yes?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">LORD ENORMOUS GUY pulls out a knife and flings it at the Snake, killing him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>LORD ENORMOUS GUY </strong><br />
<em> (nodding head) </em><br />
Damn straight! Attack the intruders, my pack!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – DESERT –EVENING </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The AH.commers come to a stop, realizing that something is happening to the Snakes. We see the footprints suddenly turn back towards the Snakes, blasting away with their weapons.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>EXT. – DESERT –-DIFFERENT VIEW- EVENING </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The Snakes are being cut down, seemingly from every direction at once. Figures are erupting from the sand, attacking a Snake or wrecking a vehicle, then popping back under the sand before anyone can react. The AH.commers <em> (still invisible) </em> are blasting away at everything around them. Explosio