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ACT 2 EXT. BRUMLEE, SECTION 5 - TODAY A figure shimmies across the rooftops of the city. Jorvik Tiago, but not as we know him. Gone is the military cut and fatigues. And in its place, a long-haired, wild-eyed man. Yet he has lost none of his physical power. JORVIK And if you shall sin, so shall you repent, and wrath shall rain on thee! (bursts into song) Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again (stops singing) The day of wrath, that day will dissolve the world in ashes. He looks around. JORVIK'S POV: We see Brumlee as it was, a mere ten years ago. The resplendent Capital of the Republic of Londonium. Glassy skyscrapers jostle for space with five hundred year-old buildings. The streets are clean, and people going about their business as they do everyday in other great cities-- Paris, New York, and London --. He sees a packed stadium, where MJS is about to deliver a speech...In Latin. She catches his eye and blows him a kiss. Jorvik jumps up, catches the kiss and eats it furiously. Laughter breaks him out of his hallucination. He is in the Brumlee of today. And in front of what looks to be a place of worship. A temple perhaps? He knocks on the great brass handle. A man opens the door. MAN So you're the one. (smiling) Its not everyday one is so lucky as to meet the messiah... That is, if you are the messiah...I've waited a long time for you. Jorvik follows him in. The hall is empty . Ascetic. MAN (CONT'D) Something to drink? Water? Wine? I suppose you could manage that quite well yourself, if you wanted to. Jorvik trembles. The MAN watches. The trembling turns into a full on fit. The man still stands over Jorvik, watching. JORVIK (struggling) Help.. The man raises his hand and PLUNGES a syringe into Jorvik's neck, emptying it into him. The fitting gradually ceases. JORVIK (CONT'D) Thank you. The Man nods. He surveys Jorvik as a cat would a near-dead mouse. The faintest smile playing on his face. JORVIK (CONT'D) Jorvik Ti... PAPA PIETO ..ago. I know. The Great Martyr of the Blackout. The Messiah of the Final Chapter. Our conduit to Otherworld. JORVIK I need the guide. PAPA PIETO Dont we all... Papa Pieto takes out a roll from under the altar table. Hands it to Jorvik. PAPA PIETO (CONT'D) Maps. Jorvik nods. PAPA PIETO (CONT'D) If you need more supplies, we have them. We have everything you need. Just don't fail us... Messiah. Jorvik spreads the parchment out. It is the blueprint of the Governor's Palace which houses all foreign dignitaries. But rather than the blueprint of the actual architecture, it is the blueprint of the underground bunkers that run through the length of Commonwealth Avenue, the Main thoroughfare in Brumlee and the one with all the important Government buildings in it. In a corner of the map, a stick- figure moves across one of the corridors in the map, which becomes... INT. UNDERGROUND BUNKER, MINISTRY OF SCIENCE - CONTINUOUS Gia walking across the corridor towards her boss's Office. She is on the phone and looks as always, completely fabulous. A genius wrapped in a bombshell, Gia has not only survived her last bruising encounter with MJS, but has thrived here, as Deputy Head of development in the Ministry of Science and Industry. GIA Yes, Mama Rose... I got the waiver last night. Till ten. I can stay out till ten... Its just a few hours after the curfew... OK, five hours after... I have to work Mama Rose... Look, I have to go now... I'm just about to step into a meeting... Mama Rose... I love you. She knocks on the door. KRISTOF Come in! Gia walks in to find Kristof Campbell (65) on all fours under the table. GIA Have you had the meeting? KRISTOF I'm fine thank you Gia, how about you? GIA Kristof... you know this is important. KRISTOF Can you reach down here and get that ball? The damn thing has lodged itself between the desk and the wall and my hands are too big... Gia fishes for Kristof's golf ball at the back of the desk and hands it to him. They both sit uncomfortably under the desk. GIA Well..? KRISTOF We talked about safety parameters. What the expedition would entail.. How far we could go without any further cost to human life. It is a very dangerous thing we are proposing... GIA I know it is... I did the calculations... I found the seam... KRISTOF Of course you did. You're the cleverest scientist, no, the cleverest human I know-- and someone who's indispensable to the project.... GIA Then I'm going? Unfortunately, KRISTOF No. GIA That vengeful bitch! She would nix it wouldn't she? KRISTOF She didn't. I did Gia. GIA What? KRISTOF You're indispensable. I cannot risk your life up north. Not you. GIA You won't have to. I'll lead the team up there, we'll find the seam. Set mining domains and come back before you know it. It's the easiest way. KRISTOF We can't risk it Gia. We can't risk you going there. GIA Why? KRISTOF For a genius you're remarkably dense sometimes. GIA Stop being a shit Kristof. KRISTOF Not to mention rather offensive. GIA For the past ten years. I've worked on nothing but this. This is everything I've ever wanted. I've risked curfew, I've lied to stay on past time, I've given up my life. For this. And now you tell me I can't have it? KRISTOF No Gia. Now I tell you, that its time to let the science take over. GIA Are you going? KRISTOF Yes. I have to. GIA Fuck you Kristof. She scurries out on all fours at first, and then marches out as proudly as she can under the circumstances. EXT. BRUMLEE, SECTION 2 - EVENING Vira and Frito walk through the street. Frito carries her doll, as always. Brumlee is battening down for the curfew. The street is quieter. In fact it is much too quiet. They turn the corner... And see Jean Claude. He is carrying a tin bowl of rice and beans in the crook of his arm. JEAN CLAUDE Hey Vira! Frito! What a coincidence! I was just on my way to your place. FRITO Really? JEAN CLAUDE Yeah. I shouldn't have chased you off like that. Friends again? (holding out the bowl ) For you. On me. He is both sweating and grinning... sweating, and grinning. Vira looks into his eyes. There's something odd about the man today... FUCK! VIRA Frito. RUN! GO! Jean Claude leaps on Frito but she shoves him off. She RUNS from the scene, in the opposite direction of Vira. Vira RUNS! Two THUGS APPEAR from behind a cart give CHASE. She DUCKS into an alleyway. The thugs RUN after her. She JUMPS into a shack and then OUT through the window. The THUGS FOLLOW still.. She LEAPS...onto a tin roof. She looks behind her. The thugs are nowhere around. She SWINGS down into a room...to find Thug One (Buck) waiting for her. OOPS! She SWINGS back up like a trapeze artist executing a turn. ONWARDS over the rooftops. The thugs after her. Vira LEAPS DOWN over stacks of boxes outside Rusty's Bar. A cycle leans agaisnt the wall. Vira picks it up and RIDES FULL TILT out of the gates of West Brumlee. A sign reads: Welcome to West Brumlee. Curfew hours 5 p.m. to 5 am. And below it, a clock that shows the time: 4: 33 p.m.. EXT. STREETS OF BRUMLEE, SECTION 2 - CONTINUOUS Frito RUNS as fast as her little powerful body will take her, her doll tucked into her belt. She barrels through the alleyway and runs SMACK INTO a hustling ice-cream cart, sending cart and vendor sprawling on the street. VENDOR ..the fuck? You goddamn retard. FRITO (forceful) I have Downs. Im not a retard. ICE CREAM VENDOR Well get those goddamn popsicles back into my cart Downs. Before I smack you on the head. Frito starts gathering the popsicles and putting them back in the toppled cart. She spots a strawberry explosion. It has burst out of its wrapper FRITO Can I have this strawberry explosion? She hands him five dollars. VENDOR Sure Downs. Take that one. He takes the five dollars. FRITO I need 50 cents back. ICE CREAM VENDOR What the fuck did you say? FRITO I need 50 cents back. Please. ICE CREAM VENDOR Fucking retard. Now get outta my way freak, before the curfew gets us both. FRITO (holding her ground) I want my 50 cents. ICE CREAM VENDOR Listen freak. I don't got no 50 cents left to give you back. Let it go. FRITO Vira said I need 50 cents back. ICE CREAM VENDOR Well you tell your Vira... to go fuck herself, OK? (mutters under his breath) Fucking retard. FRITO I am NOT a RETARD! She BARRELS into the Vendor, THROWING him against the wall. VENDOR You bitch! He SWINGS at Frito, LANDING A PUNCH square in her jaw. She BURSTS out crying. The vendor KICKS Frito across the street And onto... EXT. STREET, SECTION 2 - CONTINUOUS Two burly men walking home. MAN 1 Hey! (recognizing Frito) You leave this kid alone! He GRABS the Vendor and PUNCHES him. A crowd gathers around. Oh, this is good entertainment! The burly man and the ice- cream vendor are in a FULL BLOWN FIGHT. CRASH! An onlooker throws a beer bottle in. It catches Burly Man in the back. He ROARS and dives into the crowd, SMASHING and PUNCHING anything in his wake. More people JUMP in. Someone THROWS a box into a shop window setting off the alarm. People SWARM into the shop, Frito follows. A wail of sirens as... EXT. STREET, SECTION 2 - CONTINUOUS Three ROL guard cars come crashing in. EXT. AT JEAN CLAUDE'S CANTEEN, SECTION 2 - CONTINUOUS Jean Claude nervously covers his pots up. Cleaning will have to wait till tomorrow. He needs to be home by curfew and it's going to be going to be touch and go today. A man walks up. JEAN CLAUDE Sorry. Closed. BOYO Are you, now? Jean Claude's lips have suddenly gone dry. He is uncomfortably aware of his racing heartbeat. JEAN CLAUDE Mr. Straights... BOYO Rice and bean please. Not too spicy. Got a delicate stomach. He smiles. An endearing smile. JEAN CLAUDE She ran. I tried... I swear.. I offered her rice and beans.. BOYO And she ran. I know. I saw it. We all have our bad days.. Jean Claude hands Boyo a steaming plate of rice and beans from the pots. Watching the clock. BOYO (CONT'D) Don't worry. You're with me. (of the food) This is good. Not kidney beans. JEAN CLAUDE No.. (then) Lima. BOYO Butter beans. My mother used to make Daal and rice. She got the recipe off an Indian friend of hers. A little cumin, garam masala, and wham!.. Jean Claude jumps. BOYO (CONT'D) Scared you did I? (back to the beans) Best damn beans I had. But this ... this is pretty fucking good. Jean Claude murmurs something. BOYO (CONT'D) What? JEAN CLAUDE Daal... is made of lentils, not beans. They look at each other. JEAN CLAUDE (CONT'D) (verbal diarrhea now) All daals are lentils... they're made of lentils... But I'm sure there are some made of kidney beans. Oh GOD PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! BOYO (amused) Seriously? I'm not going to kill you. (another spoonful) They are. Nods to two more thugs (Bronco and Horse) as they round in on Jean Claude. Boyo finishes up his plate. He looks at the cart and picks up the festive ribbons Jean Claude ties to the roof of his shutters. EXT. BRUMLEE FENCE - CONTINUOUS Buck and another thug, Mick, are chasing Vira on motorbikes. She can't keep up. She jumps off and starts climbing the fence surrounding West Brumlee. Buck shoots at her. MICK You fucking crazy? Boss says alive! Buck climbs up, behind Vira. He grabs her leg. She kicks him off. The time shows 4:58 p.m.. Mick rides around to the other side and waits for Vira to jump down. Vira leaps, barely grasping a tin roof with her fingers. She hauls herself up. She runs across the roof and jumps... onto the back of a passing laundry van that has screeched in before the curfew. Sirens sound. The curfew is on. Mick and Buck duck into a doorway. Police vans move in. INT. CAPITAL HQ. MEETING ROOM - CONTINUOUS MJS is preparing a speech. She isn't happy with what is written down. And she has a splitting headache. MJS (murmuring to herself) We have a great debt owed to those that died this day , ten years ago, many of them sacrificing their own lives so that we who stand here, shall live... (no, that doesn't sound right) So that we can rebuild our devastated... (tries a different tack) Like you, I lost my dearest to the Blackout... She looks up to see Jon there. MJS (CONT'D) Who did you lose, Jon? JON My father, Madame and my older brother. MJS Your mother? JON Breast cancer. A few years before that. MJS Do you remember much before the Blackout? JON Some things. MJS You must have been a child then. JON I was twenty. MJS Huh. I wouldn't have put you in your thirties. You look much younger. JON It mostly works in my favour madame. He smiles at her. She smiles back. She goes back to her speech. Jon leaves a cup of tea and a sugar bowl on her table.