Do any still remember Warrens little group screenplay experiement last year around September?
I had misplaced these files but found them tonight. I had actually written two versions of my part of it. I had two different ideas as to where things coudl go. I chatted iwht Warren about it and we went with the first one, but there was still a few things I liked about the second one. It could possibly have opened up more possibilities, not that we needed any more! Everyone seemed to be having a great time doing it. Just thought I would post it for nostalgia sakes more than anything else.
It is embarrassing reading them again, there are so many things I would change, amazing what a difference a year makes.
Hope you enjoy.
INT. HAMILTON’S OFFICE - DAY - CONTINUOUS
TRENT HAMILTON, Senator from the Northeast, so the nameplate on his desk says. Overweight, built to drive a desk, drinks too much, too often. Chairman of the Oversight Committee for Alternative Lifeforms. Not many other people have heard of it either.
HAMILTON is standing behind his desk, SYLVIA is off to one side.
You can’t threaten me, I’m Chairman of the Committee that lets you live here, I ca..can have you terminated.
He waves his letter opener at her as if it were a mystical wand that will keep the danger away.
Senator, that’s not a knife.
Sylvia whips out a large bladed knife and thrusts it into HAMILTON’S chest. A smile crosses her lips as she sees the shock on the Senator’s face as he slides to the floor. Hamilton’s finger falls away from a button located discreetly on the edge of his desk.
Where do you keep my records you DNA deficient dipshit? (Pulls the protruding knife upwards slowly)I want them to know who killed your pathetic ass. (Gently pushes the knife downwards)You wanted our technology, our DNA, but you wont let us breed on your planet, or live in peace? (Twists the knife to a horizontal position) What? Homicidal alien got your tongue?
Hamilton tries to speak, but no words come out.
Well some of us have had a gutful, or in my case, three gutfuls.
The knife is slashed horizontally, spilling Hamilton’s insides onto the floor.Sylvia moves to the filing cabinet where she places the knife on the edge, where the blood slowly drips to the floor. We see files marked “Senator Hamilton , Chairman, Congressional Oversight Committee in Alternative Lifeforms” Sylvia bypasses these.
She finds the section she is looking for.
Anogarabe, no, Venarath, no, that’s Will’s planet..where’s Quartarian?...hmmmm?
Sylvia removes Will’s file, studying it intently.
Maybe there is a way? (Smiling) Sorry Will.
Sylvia removes Will’s file, continues searching.
Removes her file.
Baby, that ring is mine. (Admiring her left hand)It will look so good against my purple scales.
The door to the Senators office explodes inwards sending glass and wood flying. Black clad, heavily armed agents storm the room.
Don’t move! Freeze!
In one continuous motion, Sylvia drops the files, grabs the knife and hurls it across the office, impaling the figure next to the TEAM LEADER, as she dives into the bathroom and bullets pepper the wall and door, as it slams shut.
INT. HAMILTON’S BATHROOM
Her back is to the wall, she is breathing heavy. The Team Leader is shouting for her to come out.
They want to control my life, give me no choices, all for the privilege of just living on this fucking planet?
Sylvia stands, reaching over with her right hand she grips her upper lips and starts ripping, her face, neck, upper torso, everything, until we are left staring at this perfect alien specimen. Her purple metallic like scales shimmer, as the fluorescent light pulses above her.
Time to meet the real Sylvia boys.
INT. HAMILTON’S OFFICE
Ready, on three. One, two..
The door explodes out towards the assault group, knocking them to the floor, senseless.For a split second, Sylvia is framed in the doorway, surveying her work, she is relishing this freedom.
Sylvia moves slowly through the downed team, collecting two machine guns, two pistols, and extra magazines for both. These, and the blood spattered files are tossed into a nearby bag.
Ready for the engagement party Will? ________________________________________________________
INT. HAMILTON’S OFFICE - DAY - CONTINUOUS
TRENT HAMILTON, Senator from the Northeast, overweight, ruddy complexion, built to drive a desk and drinks too much, too often. Chairperson of the Oversight Committee for Alternative Lifeforms. Not many other people have heard of it either.
HAMILTON and Will are sitting on either side of the desk.
So McCarthy, what the hell went wrong?
It was just a bad run, it happens from time to time. We’ll be...Hamilton thumping the tabletop.
Not on my watch! You fuck up again, and I’ll nail your ass so bad, you’ll be begging for Bubba to take over.
That was just a training run, that’s what we have them for. Have we ever not completed a mission?
No, and there better not be a first time either. Here is the final information you need.
He throws a file across the desk, we can see it is labeled Committee for Alternative Lifeforms, Operation Sharp Forge, Top Secret is stamped across it.Will is looking decidedly unimpressed, pissed is definitely the word.
Glad you didn’t leave it until the last minute.
The committee can’t afford exposure on this one, it is too big, we could not possibly cover any fallout.
Through clenched teeth.....
We own your ass, remember! You came to us for help. So, when we say jump, you just ask how high?
Will stands up, shrugs slightly, his mouth suddenly opens, and then continues to open impossibly further. His human face is pushed aside as his alien face morphs out through his mouth, pushing his human face back like a cowboy hat resting on the back of his head.He places his face inches away from HAMILTON’S.
His scales are coated from the residue inside the human face, it is dripping down his face, and onto his extremely sharp teeth that seem to have appeared from somewhere deep within his mouth. Hamilton is both mesmerized and terrified.
Listen you DNA deficient dipshit. You’ve got our technology, you have our DNA, you got what you wanted! We want to live in peace, not fight your goddamn battles!
Will is so close now, residue is dripping onto Hamilton.
This is it. The last one! After this, you can find yourself another doughboy to plow.
You can’t, we have an agreement.
Will sits back down, and gets all comfortable in his chair, crossing his legs. His human face is still hanging off the back of his head like a grotesque human cowboy hat.
Want to test that agreement in a court of law here in the good old US of A? Be my guest. I better make sure my face is all right for the camera’s. There might be one or two TV crews interested in chatting to me.
We would tell the Agnorians where you all are.
I realize that. That is why your lovely wife is on her way to somewhere safe.
Geez is that the best you got? I was going to divorce the silly bitch anyway.
That silly bitch has the gold and cash you had stashed. and, you can close that Swiss bank account now.
You filthy bastard! I’ll..
Venarathian actually, but you can have it all back, once we’ve finished this job, and are settled somewhere safe. You just make everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, understand, it’s time for us to disappear. We are only doing this last job because it is something that has to be done.
Will stands, and moves to leave the room, he stops and faces Hamilton.
All we want is some peace, why is that so hard for you to understand.
Will exits the room, he pulls out a mobile, dials a number and yanks his face back over his head, adjusting it with one hand as he waits for the call to connect.
Coates? Can you get some more of that adhesive ready... Don’t ask. ______________________________________________