Follow the dream until it becomes reality.
|Monthly Script Writing Contest (April)— Prompt: Drama/Adventure
"Open for Business"
INT. — OFFICE — LATE EVENING
AILIS TODT (55) Scottish woman, short red hair, 4'11", overweight, kind face, flips a light switch and surveys a room, roughly 24'x30' in size. The once white walls are gray and cobwebs cover each corner of the ceiling. The sun can hardly shine through the three large, grimy windows that cover the north wall. Ailis stomps a foot on the hardwood floors, testing for weaknesses, as VIHAAN SIDANA (37) Indian man, black hair, 5'7", thin, strong, crosses his arms and scowls.
It's a bit small, don't you think?
There's another room three times
as big as this one, through the south
door, and a smaller room that will
suffice as my personal office. This
area will work perfectly as the
It's dirty, Mistress.
Nothing a little elbow grease and
a coat of paint can't fix. Just
imagine, Vihann. A colorful carpet
will greet our customers when they
first walk in. They'll be greeted by
a cheery receptionist behind a big
desk. The pristine windows will not
only give us natural light, but will
also allow our more
private guests a lovely view
of the sun setting every evening.
(strokes his chin and squints)
I suppose you're right.
Ailis laughs and nudges Vihann in the side with her elbow.
I've traveled all over the galaxy
doing this, Vihann. With all my
experience, I can't help but be
My research has shown that the
inhabitants of this world can be
a bit —
suspicious. Are you sure you want
to risk everything for these —
They deserve a chance, just like
any other species. Besides, —
(smiles and pats Vihann's hand)
the energy they will generate will
feed us for decades.
So, where do we start, Mistress?
Ailis grabs a scruffy broom leaning haphazardly in the eastern corner of the room and passes it to Vihann.
(starts speaking with Scottish accent)
Start sweeping, laddie. Oh, and
(turns and cocks a brow)
I'll be askin' ya to call me Midwife
Ailis from now on, aye?
INT. — REBIRTH CENTER — MORNING (9am) — JUNE 17
REBECCA TUCKER (19) African American, long black hair, blue eyes, smart, 5'9", petite, walks up to the reception desk at the Rebirth Center. THOMAS HUNTER (25), long blond hair, stubbled chin, glasses, serious, speaks in a monotone and enunciates every word, receptionist at the Rebirth Center, holds up a finger for Rebecca to wait, while he speaks into a red phone and hen-pecks at a computer. Rebecca taps her foot against a green and blue carpet, the pattern a swirl of odd shapes that create a vague "R". Thomas hangs up the phone and smiles.
You must be Rebecca. You are
right on time. The Midwife is
So I just —
(turns and points behind himself)
The Midwife is in her personal
office. Follow the carpet to the
south door and let yourself in.
Follow the yellow brick road, huh?
The path is neither yellow nor
(raises an eyebrow and mumbles)
Ooookay. Someone doesn't
have a sense of humor.
Rebecca follows the green and blue carpet past the receptionist desk. A waiting area to her left sports several comfortable looking couches, a coffee table covered in magazines, and a 60 gallon fish tank on a stand. Clown fish, Blowfish, Tangs, Gobies, and Blennies swim around an impressive scene of a crashed spaceship and colorful anemones. Rebecca passes a partition and grins at a set of twins playing with a 3 foot dollhouse. A child's size table and chairs stand near the dollhouse and a small shelf houses a myriad of colorful books. Rebecca hesitates at a red door with a yellow door knob before pushing it open and stepping inside.
Rebecca's jaw drops as she spots an older looking woman with bright red hair, standing on a pile of books stacked on the floor, straining to hang a picture on a bright orange wall to Rebecca's left. Straight ahead of her is a purple door with a pink door knob. To her right is a desk. A floral loveseat presses against the wall, so close to the desk that there's hardly room to stand. A potted fern hides the corner behind the desk. There aren't any windows in this room.
Be a dear and hand me the hammer
on my desk.
Rebecca takes one step in the 8'x8' room and pushes aside a stack of papers on the desk, searching for a hammer. Random stacks of books, each a different height, create a mini maze throughout the tiny room.
It doesn't appear to be here —
Glancing around the room, Rebecca spots a bushy potted fern in one corner. The handle of a hammer sticks out from the dirt. Rebecca grabs the tool and passes it to Ailis.
I'd lose my head if it weren't
Ailis hammers the picture into place with one long nail. Rebecca glances at the picture, a portrait of a woman flying through a cloudy sky.
I've always dreamed of flying.
(steps down from the books)
Then you've come to the right place,
lass. The Rebirth Center is all about
Even if that dream is to fly?
(lips twitch into a smile)
(sits tentatively on a loveseat across from the desk)
I still don't know that I believe
what the fliers say about this place.
I mean, reading minds? Flying?
Becoming invisible or creating
fire with your hands? That's
Ailis sits in a rolling chair at the desk. She folds her hands on top of the desk and smiles.
The human brain is capable of
doing all that and more. What
we do here at the Rebirth Center
is help unlock the portion of your
brain that controls such abilities.
For a price.
(laughs and nods)
For a price. Now, you're here
because you want to fly, aye?
(looks at picture of flying woman)
Then to start the process, we
first need to fill out some
boring paperwork. After the
required blood test and
psychological analysis, all
provided by our qualified staff,
you'll be allowed into the program.
How long does it take to go
through the tests?
A few hours, lass. Essentially,
in a mere eight hours, you can
walk out of here with...what do
kids call it? Superpowers, aye?
Only eight hours? That's rather
fast, isn't it?
We've got it down to a science.
(bites lower lip)
What the heck. I'm already here.
I might as well give it a try.
Ailis pulls out what looks like a black tablet from the desk drawer. She lays it on the desk and gestures Rebecca closer.
Come, lass. Press your hand on
the screen. Your handprint will
act as your signature, agreeing to
the tests. It will also take a drop 'o
your blood, for testing purposes
Rebecca hesitates before slowly lowering her hand to the screen. The device lights up as it scans her hand. Her index finger is pinched and she flinches at the prick. A drop of her blood is absorbed into the screen.
How did that —
The door to the office opens and Vihann, wearing a white lab coat, steps into the cramped room. He sidesteps the stack of books, takes the tablet from Ailis, tucks it into his left pocket, and turns to Rebecca.
Greetings, Rebecca. My name is
Vihann and I will be analyzing your
brain today. First things first, we will
need to relax your corpus callosum so
both hemispheres of your brain can
communicate with each other faster.
Vihann pulls a syringe from his right coat pocket. Rebecca jumps to her feet, knocking over a stack of books.
Nobody said anything about needles!
It will only sting for a moment.
Rebecca tries to jerk away but Vihann grabs her arm and holds her in place with a strength that seems unnatural. He injects Rebecca with the serum, her eyes flutter, and she faints into his arms.
(looks at Ailis)
Looks like we've got our first customer.
Ailis grins and opens the purple door. Vihann walks into the dark room with Rebecca in his arms and Ailis closes the door behind him.
END ACT ONE
EXT. — BEACH — AFTERNOON — JUNE 17
Rebecca's eyes flutter open. She's lying on her back, in the sand. She turns her head to see the ocean rolling in and out. A seagull screams and lands next to her. Rebecca lurches to her knees and the bird flies away.
Wh—where am I?
A shadow falls over Rebecca's body. She looks up and screams at a giant, club in hand, leering down at her.
END ACT TWO
INT. — SHERIFF'S OFFICE — AUGUST 2
OFFICER DEREK HALL (29) bald, clean shaven, large ears, average height/weight, stands at attention as he receives orders from SHERIFF CONNOR GREEN (54) African American, tall, dark hair, goatee. To Derek's left is a large, bay window. Directly in front of Derek is a large, metal desk, with Sheriff Green's name on a name plate sitting on the edge. A photo of the Sheriff's wife and three daughters rests against a small, potted, red geranium. Behind the desk is a wall-to-wall bookshelf, full of thick tomes. To Derek's right is a white wall, full of Sheriff Green's awards, framed certificates, and photos of himself and random famous people.
There appears to be a link between
our latest influx of missing persons
and the newfangled Rebirth
Center over on Broadway.
I'm sending you and Simmons over
to check it out. Undercover, of course.
Sheriff Green holds out a yellow manila envelope. Derek nods, opens the envelope, and pulls out a stack of papers.
Everything you need is in those papers.
Your new identity, your bank card
Derek raises his eyebrow at a photo of a woman and two children and holds it up to show Sheriff Green.
For this mission, you're a whole new
(points at the picture Derek holds)
Congratulations, Hall, you're
now a proud husband and father.
I always wanted to be a dad.
Great. Now don't mess this up.
If something hinky is going on
at this so-called birth
center, we need to know ASAP.
Derek spins on his heels and leaves the Sheriff to find his partner, Simmons. Sheriff Green watches as his office door shuts and pulls out his cell phone.
It's done. They're on their way.
END ACT THREE
EXT. — FOREST — DUSK — AUGUST 3
Derek Hall opens his eyes. He is lying on his back in the middle of cedar, pine, spruce and Douglass fir trees, all stretching 60 feet or more into the sky. A twig SNAPS and Derek lurches to his feet. His hand flies to his waist, where he expects to grab his Glock 22, but his weapon is gone. He looks down and finds he's wearing a white, long sleeved shirt, white slacks, and white sandals.
What in the —
Where am I?
A woman steps out from behind a red maple tree, a sword held loosely in her hand.
Welcome to the Birthplace. We've
been waiting for you.
MORG (AGELESS) 40 feet tall, bulbous nose, scruffy red beard, dark hair that touches his shoulders, beefy arms, camouflaged by the trees, suddenly appears. Derek yells and jumps back. He bends down and grabs a branch from the forest floor and holds it up as a weapon. The woman laughs.
This is Morg. He's completely
harmless as long as you —
With a war cry, Derek launches himself at Morg, cracking the giant in the shins with his branch.
(sighs and shakes her head)
— don't do that.
Morg roars and kicks at Derek, sending him flying into a pine tree. Derek gasps and crumples to the forest floor. Rebecca sheathes her sword and glares at Morg.
That's enough, Morg! We need
him, remember? If you kill him
we'll never be able to make it
past the chasm or the fairies.
(rubs back of head)
Fae bad. Sorry, Becca. Me
Rebecca walks over to Derek and crouches next to him. She pushes Derek up into a sitting position, against the pine tree, and brushes pine needles and dirt off his cheek.
Morg's a friend, Derek. And
(winks at the giant)
he's very sorry for
retaliating against you. It's
instinct for a giant to hit back
(rises unsteadily to his feet and rolls his eyes)
Of course it is. How dumb of me
to forget. You know, I failed
Giants 101 in college.
Wait a minute. How did you know
Long story short, it was foretold
that you would come.
Thunder rolls and a CRACK causes Rebecca to flinch. Morg moans and raises his club to the sky.
We need to get to cover before the
Enough talk. Let's go!
Rebecca grabs Derek's arm and forces him to jog next to her. They hop onto Morg's huge feet and hold on as the giant pushes through the trees and disappears into the woods.
END ACT FOUR