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In preparation for my episodic rambles, I usually post the memo I wrote to the story editor with notes on that editor's first draft outline. This time, on "The Price", there was no memo. The outline must have been in very good shape. So instead I thought I'd post a couple scripts. Usually, I can't do that because back then I tended to edit by hand, and have my script coordinator, Denise Byrne, enter my changes into the computer. But this time, for whatever reason, I did (at least some of) the changes myself, so I still have both drafts on my computer. This one here is Michael Reaves' first draft script. [Note: some or all of the formatting will likely be lost in posting it here at ASK GREG. Read this for content, not format.]
GARGOYLES
"The Price"
Written by:
Michael Reaves
[based on comic book material by Lee Nordling]
1st draft:
1/12/95
Story Editor:
Michael Reaves
WALT DISNEY TV ANIMATION
GARGOYLES
"The Price"
CAST LIST
REGULARS
GOLIATH
BROOKLYN
HUDSON - There is also a stone statue of Hudson in a typical sleep pose.
BROADWAY
LEXINGTON
ELISA
SEMI-REGULARS
XANATOS
OWEN
GUESTS
MACBETH Actually a robot, but visually indistinguishable from the real thing. He only speaks three lines, using them over and over.
NON-SPEAKING PARTS
MATT BLUESTONE Non-speaking cameo.
3 COMMANDOS
1 STEEL CLAN ROBOT
GARGOYLES
"The Price"
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
EXT. MANHATTAN SKYLINE - NIGHT - PANORAMIC POV
A spectacular gargoyle's eye view of the city, covered by a thick pelt of snow. CAMERA MOVES SLOWLY through the maze of skyscrapers. Below, headlights and neon signs play prismatic colors. An enchanting vista.
BROOKLYN (V.O.)
Boy, the city sure is different
when it snows.
TRACK WITH GARGOYLES
As GOLIATH, BROOKLYN, BROADWAY, LEXINGTON and HUDSON ride the night wind. Broadway hugs himself against the cold.
BROADWAY
Yeah -- it's colder.
FAVOR GOLIATH - PANNING
He permits himself a small smile at Broadway's discomfort.
GOLIATH
It's almost dawn, and we've
completed our patrol of the
city. Let's return to the clock
tower and a warm meal.
FAVOR LEXINGTON - PANNING
He looks contented.
LEXINGTON
Not a bad life, all things
considered ...
WIDE ANGLE - ALL
Suddenly an ELECTRO-BLAST CRACKLES THROUGH SHOT, missing them narrowly and causing them all to scatter.
GARGOYLES
(surprised cries)
TRACK WITH BROOKLYN
He recovers his equilibrium, looks O.S. and reacts in shock.
BROOKLYN
Yeah ...
HIS POV
of MACBETH, swooping around on a return path, riding a small open-air flying platform supported and propelled by a repulsor device.
BROOKLYN (O.S. CONT'D)
Too bad it's about over!
WIDE ANGLE - INCLUDE OTHERS
Hovering as Macbeth heads toward them again, aiming one of his ray guns. (NOTE: We will learn later that this Macbeth is a robot, one of several constructed by Xanatos. For now, treat him as the real thing.)
HUDSON
(shocked)
Macbeth!
They scatter as another RAYBLAST RIPS THROUGH SHOT.
TRACK WITH GOLIATH
He folds his wings, drops, peels out O.S. During this:
GOLIATH
Spread out! Attack formation
Spartacus!
EXTREME WIDE
The gargoyles split into two groups and swoop toward Macbeth from opposite directions in a pincers strategy.
MACBETH
You'll have to do better than
that!
ANOTHER ANGLE
Macbeth's platform suddenly shoots straight up out of the gargoyles' paths. Our guys only manage to avoid colliding with each other by adroit maneuvering.
GARGOYLES
(startled cries)
FOLLOW MACBETH
He does a steep glide and turn, FIRING down O.S. as he does.
TRACK WITH GOLIATH
He narrowly dodges a CRACKLING RAY. As he flies:
GOLIATH
Why do you attack us? What do
you want?
ON MACBETH - FLYING
Intent, murder in his eyes. He raises the gun again.
MACBETH
I want your hides for trophies!
He sends a ray CRACKLING directly at us.
REVERSE ANGLE - LEXINGTON AND BROOKLYN
The ray ZAPS both of them, causing them to fall O.S.
LEXINGTON, BROOKLYN
(stunned grunts)
ON HUDSON AND BROADWAY
Reacting in shock. They dive down O.S.
ON LEXINGTON AND BROOKLYN
Semi-stunned, dropping in steep glides, about to lose consciousness entirely. Broadway and Hudson swoop INTO SHOT, Broadway grabbing Lexington and Hudson grabbing Brooklyn.
HUDSON
(straining)
Easy, lads -- we've got you --!
ANGLE INCLUDES ROOF
They glide to it and deposit their stunned comrades safely on a snow-covered ledge. (STORYBOARD NOTE: During these last few shots the eastern horizon is starting to glow with daylight.)
FOLLOW GOLIATH
He catches an updraft and wheels about, heading back.
TRACK WITH MACBETH
As he flies. Suddenly Goliath, eyes white, drops down INTO SHOT above him, grabbing him from behind in a bear hug.
GOLIATH
(growls)
MACBETH
(startled grunt)
ANOTHER ANGLE
A massive ELECTRICAL JOLT from Macbeth's armor knocks Goliath O.S. He falls from the platform.
GOLIATH
(cry of pain)
ON SKYSCRAPER PINNACLE
Goliath manages to land atop the pinnacle of a building which rises to a needle-like spire. He grips the spire with one hand, head drooping in a dazed slump, looking like King Kong just before taking that final dive.
GOLIATH
(dazed groan)
TRACK WITH MACBETH
He zooms down, a small packet held in one hand. As he sails past the gargoyles on the roof he hurls the packet at Hudson, who's a bit separated from the other three.
ON HUDSON
Before Hudson can dodge, the packet hits him and BURSTS, scattering a sparkling mist all over him. He reacts in surprise and confusion.
HUDSON
(startled cry)
ON MACBETH
He turns on the platform and aims his ray gun down O.S.
MACBETH
Farewell, my enemies!
ANGLE INCLUDES
The trio in b.g., the ray gun and Macbeth's hand in EXTREME f.g. RACK FOCUS from the gun to them.
CLOSER ON BROADWAY
He reacts. He could save himself, but he won't leave his friends. (They're starting to revive, but won't recover in time.)
BROADWAY
(gasps)
ON GOLIATH
He reacts in horror as he sees the O.S. Macbeth's intention. His eyes blaze white.
GOLIATH
No!
Clinging to the pinnacle with one hand and both feet, he SNAPS off the six-foot long tip of the spire.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Goliath hurls the spire like a javelin with all his strength.
GOLIATH
(effort grunt)
DRAMATIC ANGLE - MACBETH
Just as he's about to trigger the ray gun the spire arrows INTO SHOT and SKEWERS him square in the chest! There's a bit of an ELECTRICAL DISCHARGE about the entry wound, nothing too noticeable; we assume it's his body armor shorting out. Macbeth stiffens, but does not cry out. He collapses over the control panel of his platform, sending it into a dive.
WIDE ANGLE
All the gargoyles (Lex and Brooklyn have recovered by now) stare in shock as the platform COLLIDES with a huge ornate stone gargoyle on the top of a nearby building and EXPLODES. Flaming debris rains down O.S.
ON GARGOYLES
Staring O.S. in disbelief. Flickering light from the twisted, flaming wreckage paints their faces and bodies.
LEXINGTON
I don't believe it.
BROOKLYN
Believe it. Macbeth's dead.
FAVOR GOLIATH
Staring grimly O.S. Behind him the sky is roseate with dawn.
GOLIATH
I had no choice. He would have
killed the three of you.
Hudson moves IN beside him, absently brushing at the sparkling dust on his hauberk as he speaks:
HUDSON
No one's questioning your act,
Goliath.
(beat)
We'd best prepare to sleep here.
Dawn is upon us.
WIDE ANGLE
The gargoyles assume threatening positions as the sun rises.
SLOW DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. NEW YORK SKYLINE - PANORAMIC VIEW - DAY (TIME LAPSE)
Let's try something difficult (and expensive): A TIME LAPSE shot showing the whole day compressed to a few seconds. Clouds boil and writhe across the sky, lights wink on and off in windows, shadows flow like spilled ink as the sun arcs quickly from east to west.(As if Frank didn't have enough to worry about ...) As evening shadows lengthen we
SLOW DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. BUILDING ROOFTOP - ON GARGOYLES - DUSK
Start with Goliath and PAN across the gargoyles as they each in turn SHATTER their carapaces and stretch in awakening.
GARGOYLES
(wake up)
PAN STOPS on Hudson; it's his turn to awaken. But nothing happens. The last flicker of sunlight disappears from his adamantine form. REFIELD TO INCLUDE the others, staring at him in stunned disbelief.
BROOKLYN
Hudson ...?
BROADWAY
What's wrong? Why doesn't he
wake up?
FAVOR GOLIATH
As he approaches, gingerly touching the old warrior's stone face. He's totally at a loss, and maybe there's just a bit of panic in his face and voice -- this is totally unprecedented.
GOLIATH
I-I don't know ...
CLOSER
He looks closer. The fading light shows some glittery powder on Hudson's granite shoulder.
GOLIATH (CONT'D)
Wait ... last night Macbeth
threw some kind of powder on
Hudson. Here -- see?
The others crowd around.
BROADWAY
That's right -- I saw it.
FAVOR LEXINGTON
He peers closely at the powder.
LEXINGTON
I don't think there's any 20th
century science that can turn
flesh to stone.
GOLIATH
Sorcery, then. Macbeth put a
spell on him.
WIDE ANGLE - ALL
Grouped around the stone Hudson.
GOLIATH (CONT'D)
And it's up to us to find a way
to break it.
BROOKLYN
Sure, but how? Macbeth's dead --
who else would know about the
spell?
FAVOR GOLIATH
Having come to a decision.
GOLIATH
Lexington and I will go to Macbeth's
mansion and search it. Perhaps he
left some clue there.
(beat)
Brooklyn, you and Broadway will
stay here and protect Hudson.
ANGLE INCLUDES ROOFTOP'S EDGE
Lexington and Goliath prepare for flight. Broadway puts a hand on Goliath's arm.
BROADWAY
(worried)
Goliath -- what if there is no
cure?
We can see that this has occurred to Goliath too.
GOLIATH
Then we will mourn our friend
and mentor.
DRAMATIC ANGLE
Goliath and Lexington take off from the rooftop and glide O.S. Broadway and Brooklyn watch them go.
CLAW WIPE TO:
EXT. MACBETH'S MANSION - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT
PUSH IN and
CUT TO:
INT. MANSION'S CONTROL ROOM - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT
As we last saw it in Episode #4319-008. Here we find BANQUO and FLEANCE (last seen in #4319-22), desultorily playing penny-ante poker. Behind them the monitor screens show various views of the grounds and mansion interior. Banquo tosses a coin on the pile. PUSH IN SLOWLY on them as they play.
BANQUO
Raise.
(beat)
Y'know, when we took this job,
BANQUO (CONT'D)
the Boss promised us lots of
action.
(looks around;
disgusted)
Right.
FLEANCE
Relax. After what happened with
them gargoyles last time I can
use a little peace and quiet.
(beat)
See you and raise.
ANOTHER ANGLE
He tosses two coins in. Banquo scowls and looks at his cards.
BANQUO
Okay, wise guy, whatcha got?
ANGLE INCLUDES MONITOR
Showing a view from the roof. Fleance grins and starts to lay his cards down.
FLEANCE
Read 'em and --
Suddenly an ALARM KLAXON SOUNDS and the words INTRUDER ALERT begin flashing in red over the roof view on the screen. PUSH IN quickly on the screen as Banquo and Fleance react and look. We can see the winged shape of Lexington silhouetted against the moon, approaching.
ON FLEANCE AND BANQUO
Startled at first; then they grin at each other.
FLEANCE
One'a those gargoyles.
BANQUO
All right. Payback. C'mon!
They head O.S. The door SLAMS. PUSH IN on another one of the monitors, this one covering one of the mansion's walls. We can see a shadowy shape climbing it. Another KLAXON SOUNDS and the red INTRUDER ALERT sign starts flashing on that screen too ...
CUT TO:
EXT. ROOF - NIGHT
The two electromagnetic cannons used in #4319-022 rise up from the roof as Fleance and Banquo dash IN and man one each.
ON FLEANCE
POWERING UP the gun. A green screen with a blip on it appears on a console before him.
FLEANCE
Be in range in forty seconds ...
Goliath's hand reaches IN behind him, grabs him by the collar and yanks him O.S.
FLEANCE (CONT'D)
(startled cry)
ON BANQUO
Also seated at the ray cannon. He turns, looks. ANGLE ADJUSTS TO INCLUDE the other cannon, now unmanned.
BANQUO
Hey! What in --?
He jumps out of his seat, fumbling for the gun on his belt. Before he can free it Fleance flies INTO SHOT, SLAMMING into Banquo and knocking him back against the cannon.
BANQUO (CONT'D)
(stunned grunt)
CLOSER
Fleance is out; Banquo dazed. He looks O.S. and reacts.
BANQUO
(cry of fear)
HIS POV
Goliath, face in shadow save for his glowing eyes. He looks quite fearsome. Lex glides IN and lands beside him.
GOLIATH, LEXINGTON
(growls)
ON BANQUO AND FLEANCE
Goliath steps IN, seizes Banquo by the shirt front and lifts him up. He gets in the terrified guard's face and growls:
GOLIATH
I want your master's collection
of magic spells -- now.
BANQUO
I-I dunno where it is! Macbeth
keeps 'em locked up. He-he ain't
been here for weeks!
GOLIATH
If you're lying --!
ANOTHER ANGLE
Banquo is obviously too scared to lie.
BANQUO
It's the truth! I don't know
where he is!
Goliath drops him on top of his unconscious comrade.
GOLIATH
Find another job. Macbeth
won't be coming back.
He and Lexington turn away as we
CUT TO:
EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT
Goliath and Lexington have joined the others and the stone Hudson.
GOLIATH
His lackeys say he hasn't been
there for weeks. There was no
time to search the entire place
before dawn.
BROOKLYN
But we've got to do something.
Hudson can't stay stone forever.
FAVOR GOLIATH
Looking very grim as he tries to think of a way to save his old friend. HOLD ON him, and then
CUT TO:
INT. CAGE
Large, like an old lion cage, lit by a single bulb. Where it's located is not immediately clear -- all is darkness about it. Within the cage is Hudson, flesh and blood and pissed as hell. (MODEL NOTE: Hudson does not have his sword.)
HUDSON
(raging)
You can't keep me in here
forever!
He grabs the bars; they deliver an ELECTRICAL SHOCK that knocks him back.
HUDSON
(cry of pain)
CLOSER ON HIM
Angrier than we've ever seen him.
HUDSON
I'll get out, d'you hear me?!
I'll get out, and when I do --!
He whips out his sword, brandishing it menacingly as we
FADE OUT
END ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
EXT. ROOFTOP - CONTINUOUS
Goliath and the others with the stone Hudson.
LEXINGTON
Brooklyn's right -- there must
be some way we can help.
GOLIATH
Broadway, Lexington -- remain
here with Hudson. Brooklyn --
return to the clock tower and
check the Grimorum. Perhaps it
contains a counterspell.
BROOKLYN
Right.
(beat)
What about you?
FAVOR GOLIATH
Looking even grimmer than usual.
GOLIATH
With Macbeth dead, only one other
knows enough about magic to help
Hudson.
INCLUDE OTHERS
They look at him like he's nuts.
BROOKLYN
(incredulous)
You can't ask Demona for help!
GOLIATH
There is no other alternative.
ON EDGE OF ROOF
Goliath prepares to take off.
BROADWAY
How will you find her?
GOLIATH
I'll find her. Somehow.
(beat)
And then perhaps I can --
bargain -- with her.
FAVOR LEXINGTON
Puzzled.
LEXINGTON
What could you offer Demona
to make her help you?
ON GOLIATH
We can see that it pains him to say this, but he says it with chilling determination.
GOLIATH
Her life.
WIDE ANGLE
Goliath and Brooklyn take off O.S. in different directions as we
CLAW WIPE TO:
INT. CAGE - HUDSON
We still don't know where we are. Hudson is pacing in his cage like a trapped tiger. An O.S. CREAK OF HINGES stops him. He looks O.S. and reacts grimly.
HUDSON
About time you came back.
ANOTHER ANGLE
We can tell now that we're in a dim-lit dungeon chamber. A shadowy figure approaches the cage as Hudson continues:
HUDSON (CONT'D)
Why did you kidnap me? What
d'you want of me?
ON SHADOWED FIGURE
Approaching. As he speaks he steps into the range of light from the cage's bulb and is revealed to be XANATOS. He's holding a small box in one hand.
XANATOS
Nothing much, Hudson. Just --
your skin.
TWO SHOT - XANATOS AND HUDSON
Hudson glares warily at Xanatos, sword still at the ready.
HUDSON
You'll have the devil's own
task getting it.
FAVOR XANATOS
Urbane and unconcerned as ever.
XANATOS
I need your help in conducting
an experiment. It's dangerous,
so I felt it necessary to insure
your cooperation.
HUDSON
Experiment? What kind of
experiment?
ANOTHER ANGLE
Xanatos makes a dismissive gesture.
XANATOS
I won't bore you with technical
details. If the procedure is
successful, I'll release you.
FAVOR HUDSON
He trusts Xanatos about as far as he can comfortably spit a rat.
HUDSON
And if it isn't ...?
CLOSE ON XANATOS
He smiles.
XANATOS
Then you'll have the privilege
of giving your life for science.
ANGLE INCLUDES HUDSON
Furious.
HUDSON
My clan will never rest until
they know where I am!
Xanatos is spectacularly unconcerned.
XANATOS
But they already know where
you are.
CLOSE ON HUDSON
Off his puzzled look, we PAN AWAY TO FRAME Xanatos as he opens the box and takes out a tiny statue of Hudson in sleep pose. He holds it up.
ANGLE INCLUDES HUDSON
Who stares at it.
XANATOS
This is just a sculptor's model,
of course. The real thing is
life-size -- and very life-like.
CLOSE ON HUDSON
He's screwed, and he knows it.
CUT TO:
EXT. EYRIE BUILDING - CASTLE COURTYARD - NIGHT
Xanatos and OWEN are conversing.
OWEN
The overseas shipment will
be here, but not before dawn.
CLOSER - FAVOR XANATOS
He's unusually excited. He slams a fist into a palm.
XANATOS
Very good, Owen. Now we have
to make sure the gargoyles don't
think to look here for Hudson. I
want them -- distracted.
ON OWEN
He nods slightly, poker-faced as usual.
OWEN
Understood.
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT
Where Lex and Broadway are guarding "Hudson". An ELECTRIC BOLT ZAPS the roof near them, scorching it and startling both of them.
LEXINGTON, BROADWAY
(surprised cries)
ANGLE INCLUDES
Macbeth, swooping toward them on another flying platform. Broadway and Lex are astounded to see that he's apparently risen from the dead.
LEXINGTON
It can't be! He's dead!
WIDE ANGLE
Macbeth ZAPS another bolt at them; this one comes perilously close to the Hudson statue. Both Lex and Hudson are forced to leap from the rooftop to avoid it.
BROADWAY
Well, for a ghost he sure
packs a wallop!
TRACK WITH GARGOYLES
As they swoop away from the rooftop.
BROADWAY
We've got to make him follow
us -- lead him away from Hudson!
Another POWER BOLT SCORCHES between them. They look back. REFIELD TO INCLUDE Macbeth, zooming after them.
LEXINGTON
I don't think that'll be a
problem!
ON MACBETH
He aims his weapon and FIRES again. During this:
MACBETH
I want your hides for trophies!
In the heat of battle, neither gargoyle notices that he says this exactly the same way he said it before; we should re-use the reading. Macbeth GAINS O.S. as we
CUT TO:
EXT. PRECINCT HOUSE - NIGHT
ELISA is just leaving, her shift over. MATT BLUESTONE parts company with her at the bottom of the steps.
ELISA
'Night, Matt.
EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Elisa is about to get into her car when a winged figure steps out from the shadows of the building.
ELISA
(surprised)
Goliath?
ON GOLIATH
He joins Elisa, glancing about to make sure they're alone.
ELISA
What's up?
ANOTHER ANGLE
Before Goliath can reply Brooklyn drops down INTO SHOT, landing next to them. Elisa reacts.
BROOKLYN
(to Goliath)
Figured I'd find you here.
(beat)
Nothing in the Grimorum that'll
help us.
FAVOR GOLIATH
He nods; the news is disappointing but not unexpected. He turns back to Elisa.
GOLIATH
We need your help finding
someone.
ELISA
Sure, you got it. Who you
looking for?
CLOSER - FAVOR BROOKLYN
Obviously not at all in favor of this.
BROOKLYN
(disgusted)
Believe it or not -- Demona.
REACTION SHOT - ELISA
She is, of course, quite taken aback.
ELISA
Must be important.
(beat)
You gonna tell me why?
FAVOR GOLIATH
We see he wants to, but:
GOLIATH
There's no time. But it's
imperative that we find her.
ELISA
We don't have any files on her;
most people don't even know she
exists. Finding her could take
weeks.
ANGLE INCLUDES
the brightening eastern horizon. Goliath glances at it.
GOLIATH
Do what you can -- please.
(beat)
I must go.
He and Brooklyn turn away, then stop as they and Elisa hear over Elisa's car radio:
DISPATCH (V.O.)
All units. Aerial disturbance at
South and Caroline streets. Laser
fire reported; use caution.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Elisa, Goliath and Brooklyn look at each other.
BROOKLYN
That's not far from where we
left Hudson!
GOLIATH
Take to the air -- quickly!
ANGLE INCLUDES BUILDING
The two gargoyles climb swiftly up the side, digging holes in the masonry with their claws. APPROPRIATE SFX. PAN TO Elisa as she turns and dashes for her car.
CUT TO:
EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT
A dark and dreary area, the deserted streets narrow and winding, with tall dark warehouses lining them. VERT. PAN UP TO FRAME Lexington and Broadway, fleeing for their lives, as another ELECTRICAL BOLT ZAPS a brick wall near them, SHATTERING it.
ANGLE INCLUDES MACBETH
Zooming along on his flying platform in close pursuit. We can see that the eastern sky is lightening.
MACBETH
Farewell, my enemies!
Again, the line is spoken exactly as previously.
TRACK WITH LEXINGTON AND BROADWAY
Flying through the narrow streets like Luke zooming along the Deathstar trench.
LEXINGTON
At least we led him away from
Hudson!
BROADWAY
Yeah -- now if only someone'd
lead him away from us!
ON LEXINGTON - FLYING
His expression becomes determined.
LEXINGTON
It's almost dawn -- and then
we'll be sitting ducks!
ANGLE WIDENS as he does a barrel roll, looping up in a backwards arc. During the next few shots we should be seeing the sky growing lighter and lighter.
LEXINGTON (CONT'D)
(battle cry)
ON MACBETH - FLYING
As Lex comes swooping down behind Macbeth, the latter turns and lines up on him with his weapon.
MACBETH
You'll have to do better than
that!
ANOTHER ANGLE
Just before Macbeth fires, however, Broadway CRASHES into him from behind. Macbeth does not cry out from the impact (he's a robot, remember?), nor is he knocked down as we would expect a human to be. Instead he turns and grapples with the surprised Broadway.
BROADWAY
(grunt of surprise)
ANGLE INCLUDES LEXINGTON
swooping down toward them; he reacts in astonishment as Macbeth picks up Broadway and hurls him from the careening platform.
BROADWAY
(surprised cry)
TRACK WITH BROADWAY
He pops open his wings, catches air, slowing his drop. As he does so, he looks up and reacts in surprise as he sees:
LOW ANGLE - MACBETH'S FLYING PLATFORM
Just in time for Lex to sail IN and be BATTED aside like an annoying insect by Macbeth's one-armed blow.
LEXINGTON
(stunned grunt)
ON BROADWAY
He lands on the fire escape next to a crane which holds a huge shipping crate on the end of its cable. The building has a sign on the building's wall that reads ROYAL PERSIAN CARPETS. We can see the street; at the far end of it Elisa's car SCREECHES around the corner and heads toward us.
ON LEXINGTON
Rising on a thermal while he recovers from Macbeth's blow.
LEXINGTON
(groans)
ON TOP OF NEARBY BUILDING
Goliath and Brooklyn sail IN and land on the ledge, looking about for their clan mates. The world is trembling on the edge of dawn. Goliath points O.S. in astonishment.
GOLIATH
Over there!
ANGLE INCLUDES MACBETH
Turning his platform to come back for another shot at Lex.
GOLIATH (O.S. CONT'D)
Macbeth -- still alive?!
ZAP! Macbeth FIRES O.S.
ON LEXINGTON
The BOLTS SCORCH the air directly beneath him, forcing him to rise higher and higher.
ON GOLIATH AND BROOKLYN
Goliath prepares to leap into the air, but Brooklyn grabs his arm and points O.S. eastward in horror.
BROOKLYN
Goliath!
ANGLE INCLUDES
The horizon, where the molten edge of the sun has appeared across the East River.
RESUME GOLIATH AND BROOKLYN
The PETRIFACTION starts, moving swiftly up their bodies. Goliath stares up O.S., struggling against the inevitable.
GOLIATH
(strains)
Lexington --!
And then he is stone, as is Brooklyn.
ON LEXINGTON
ON THE CUT he TRANSFORMS also, and drops like -- well, like a rock.
ON BROADWAY AND ELISA
Elisa now standing beneath Broadway, both of them staring up in horror. Broadway has an extra second of consciousness before the terminator moves down the building and envelopes him -- just long enough to see his friend plummeting toward certain death.
BROADWAY
No!!
Then he TRANSFORMS.
ON ELISA
In shock as she watches Lexington falling.
HER POV - LEXINGTON
Falling straight toward us as we
FADE OUT
END ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT - LOW ANGLE SHOT - DAWN - CONTINUOUS
The stone Lexington falling right INTO CAMERA.
ON ELISA
She's only got a couple of seconds to come up with something. She looks frantically this way and that, then spies something O.S. (Needless to say, these scenes must play like lightning.)
HER POV - SHIPPING CRATE
The huge shipping crate at the end of the crane cable, level with the second story of the building. ZOOM IN on the box's side, where the words ROYAL PERSIAN CARPETS are stenciled.
ON ELISA
She whips her gun from its shoulder holster, aims and FIRES up O.S. repeatedly, emptying the clip.
CLOSE ON CRANE BOOM
She's a helluva shot -- the bullets STRIKE the hoist cable at the pulley junction, its weakest point. The cable SNAPS; PULL BACK TO WIDE as the crate falls and SHATTERS on the street, releasing its cargo: a couple of dozen rolled up thick carpets. They barely have time to hit the street in a pile six feet thick before Lex CRASHES down on top of them, bounces, lands again on the very edge of the pile and lies still.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Elisa races to Lexington's side. His stone form is unharmed.
ELISA
(big sigh)
CLOSER ON HER
She remembers Macbeth and looks up O.S.
HER POV - SKY
We can see Macbeth zooming away on his platform.
RESUME ELISA
Watching him go.
CLAW WIPE TO:
EXT. EYRIE BUILDING - CASTLE COURTYARD - DAY
Where Xanatos and Owen are looking at a large wooden crate sitting on the flagstones. They each use a crowbar to lever the top open. The wood falls away with a CRASH.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Showing us -- and the two men -- what's inside the crate: a huge iron cauldron, obviously very old.
OWEN
Might I ask what it is?
FAVOR XANATOS
He runs his hand over the cauldron's lip. We can see Celtic runes engraved along the iron side.
XANATOS
The Cauldron Of Life.
WIDE ANGLE
Xanatos SNAPS a finger and several FLUNKIES come forward and begin DISMANTLING the crate. This action continues in b.g. as Xanatos and Owen walk away.
XANATOS (CONT'D)
I learned about it from ancient
Celtic texts. The legend says
it grants to whoever bathes in
it "a life as long as that of
stone itself."
OWEN
Ah. Your interest in it now
becomes clear.
XANATOS
Exactly. What good are all the
riches on Earth if Fox and I
are not around to enjoy them
forever?
CUT TO:
INT. GREAT HALL - DAY
Xanatos and Owen walk IN cross to the elevators.
OWEN
These ancient spells are often
dangerous. Our experience with
the Eye Of Odin proves that.
CLOSER ON THEM
The elevator doors open and they step in. As the doors close:
XANATOS
Which is why we'll test it
first.
CUT TO:
INT. DUNGEON - ON CAGE
Which contains the now-stone Hudson. REFIELD TO INCLUDE elevator doors, which open to reveal Owen and Xanatos. They
cross to the cage. During this:
XANATOS
Gargoyle physiology is similar
enough to humans to make
Hudson a good test subject.
CLOSE ON CAGE
On the floor of the cage we can see several shards of stone epidermis that Hudson shed the previous night. Xanatos' hand reaches IN and picks one up. PULL BACK TO INCLUDE him and Owen as he holds it up to examine it.
XANATOS (CONT'D)
Also, one of the key ingredients
for the cauldron's brew is the
stone skin of a gargoyle.
OWEN
Quite expedient.
XANATOS
Yes. And if the old gargoyle
is made young again, we'll
know it works.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Owen checks his watch.
OWEN
A pity we'll have to wait
twelve hours to test it.
ON XANATOS
Eyes all but glowing in anticipation.
XANATOS
Twelve hours isn't too long
to wait for eternity.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. WAREHOUSE ROOF - DUSK
Where the stone statues of Brooklyn and Goliath have been joined by Lexington and Broadway. Elisa is there waiting for them to wake up.
ANOTHER ANGLE
The sun vanishes beyond the western horizon and the four gargoyles SHATTER their stone skins and awaken.
BROOKLYN, GOLIATH, LEX, BROADWAY
(wake up)
FAVOR GARGOYLES
Lex's clan mates are surprised and overjoyed to see him. Lex is no less surprised at being there.
LEXINGTON
Hey -- I'm still alive!
BROOKLYN
It's a miracle!
Goliath looks over at Elisa, who smiles.
GOLIATH
Yes -- a miracle named Elisa.
WIDE ANGLE - ALL
The gargoyles crowd around Elisa.
LEXINGTON
How'd you save me from
shattering?
ELISA
That was easy. The hard part
was convincing the rug merchant
to have you and Broadway put up
on the roof.
(beat)
Now; I think I've earned the
right to know what's going on.
FAVOR GOLIATH
He picks Elisa up in his arms.
GOLIATH
We will show you.
CLAW WIPE TO:
EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT
Where "Hudson" keeps his lonely stone vigil. The gargoyles land, Goliath setting Elisa down. She's astonished.
ELISA
He's still stone!
ANOTHER ANGLE
Elisa touches "Hudson", unable to believe this.
ELISA (CONT'D)
But it's night time.
GOLIATH
Precisely. Macbeth put a spell
on him.
BROADWAY
We haven't figured out why --
or why he keeps attacking us.
FAVOR GOLIATH
Thinking hard about it.
GOLIATH
It's almost as though he's trying
to keep us off guard while
something else goes on ...
ANOTHER ANGLE - ALL
A POWER BOLT from O.S. SHATTERS the edge of the roof, nearly toppling them all into the street.
GARGOYLES, ELISA
(surprised cries)
WIDE ANGLE
Here comes Macbeth again, FIRING furiously.
MACBETH
Farewell, my enemies!
ON GARGOYLES AND ELISA
Elisa dives for cover behind a brick chimney, pulling her gun as she does so. The gargoyles take to the air as more BOLTS ZING THROUGH, some coming perilously close to Hudson.
AERIAL SHOT - WIDE
The gargoyles circle Macbeth, avoiding the POWER BLASTS.
GOLIATH
Keep him away from Hudson!
ON ELISA
Lying behind the chimney, unable to get a clear shot. She ducks and covers as another nearby BLAST PEPPERS the chimney with stone shrapnel.
CUT TO:
INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
The Cauldron now sits in the center of the Hall, filled with water. Xanatos and Owen watch. Hudson is there, arms held by a Steel Clan robot. Xanatos holds a handful of stone skin fragments in one hand and Hudson's sword in the other.
XANATOS
Now for the final ingredient ...
CLOSE ON CAULDRON
He tosses the fragments in the water, and they DISSOLVE in a mystical flash. A beat; then, though no fire burns beneath the cauldron, the water apparently begins to BOIL.
FAVOR XANATOS AND HUDSON
Xanatos turns to the old gargoyle.
XANATOS
Time for your bath, Hudson.
CUT TO:
EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
A POWER BOLT KNOCKS Broadway and Brooklyn out of the sky.
BROADWAY, BROOKLYN
(impact grunts)
They land on the roof's edge, half-stunned.
ON GOLIATH AND LEXINGTON
Swooping around for another pass. BOLTS SIZZLE THROUGH SHOT.
ON HUDSON STATUE
The POWER BOLTS are coming closer to it.
QUICK CUT - ELISA
She sees what's going to happen and reacts in horror.
QUICK CUT - LEXINGTON
He has the same reaction, but is too far away to do anything about it.
LEXINGTON
(gasps)
ON GOLIATH
Arrowing straight toward us, hands outstretched.
GOLIATH
Hudson --!!
ON "HUDSON"
As a POWER BOLT STRIKES the statue squarely, BLOWING it to hell and gone.
REACTION SHOT - GOLIATH
Utterly horrified, as we
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
The robot lifts Hudson from behind. Hudson struggles futilely.
HUDSON
(struggles)
WIDE ANGLE
The robot carries him toward the cauldron as we
CUT TO:
EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
The dust still settling from the destruction of the statue. Goliath drops INTO SHOT beside the fragments.
ON GOLIATH
His eyes blaze white. He is in a killing rage, angrier than we have ever seen him before. He glares up O.S. Another POWER BOLT BLISTERS the roof right next to him, but he doesn't even notice it. With a:
GOLIATH
(scream of rage)
he leaps from the roof and soars up O.S.
ON MACBETH
FIRING O.S. at the oncoming juggernaut.
ON GOLIATH - FLYING
He takes an almost-direct HIT by a BOLT; it knocks him back, but he flaps his wings and recovers, gets back on track.
GOLIATH
(growls)
He's HIT again, but nothing can stop him.
WIDE ANGLE - MACBETH'S FLYING PLATFORM
Goliath muscles his way through another BLAST by sheer force of will and lands on the platform.
CLOSER
Before Macbeth can fire again Goliath tears the weapon from his hands and CRUSHES it.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Goliath's to angry to notice Macbeth's lack of fear. He grabs the robot, sustaining a massive SHOCK doing so. But he doesn't let go. Holding on with one hand, ELECTRICITY CRACKLING the length of his arm, he cocks the other fist back.
GOLIATH
Murderer!!
CLOSE ON THEM
As Goliath SMASHES a piledriver blow straight into Macbeth's chest, CRUSHING it. Circuitry SPARKS, FLASHES. Macbeth spasms as his system shorts out. When he speaks his voice RUNS DOWN like a slowing tape:
MACBETH
You'll have ... to do ...
better ... than ... that ...
Goliath stares in disbelief.
CUT TO:
INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
Hudson's about to be dumped in the cauldron. He struggles.
HUDSON
(struggles)
FAVOR XANATOS
He holds up the sword tauntingly.
XANATOS
Relax, Hudson. Without your
sword, you're helpless.
CLOSE ON HUDSON
And we see that his struggles mask the sight of one hand reaching beneath his hauberk and pulling out a long sharp shard of epithelial stone.
HUDSON
Weaponless, maybe ...
WIDE ANGLE
As Hudson whips his arm around, driving the shard back directly into the face plate of the robot behind him. The robot SHORTS OUT spectacularly and falls away. During this:
HUDSON (CONT'D)
Helpless, never!
ANOTHER ANGLE
With one side free, Hudson drops his feet on the cauldron's side, balancing on the narrow lip, then leaps forward.
HUDSON
(battle cry)
PAN WITH HIM as he does a forward flip over the cauldron, wings folded, and IMPACTS feet-first squarely into Xanatos, KNOCKING the latter O.S. Owen reacts in surprise.
XANATOS
(impact grunt)
ON WALL
Xanatos SLAMS against it, dropping Hudson's sword. He then slides down to sprawl on the floor, stunned.
XANATOS
(stunned grunt)
ON HUDSON AND OWEN
Hudson grabs up his sword and whips about to face Owen. He points a warning finger at Xanatos' charge d'affaires.
HUDSON
Behave yourself, boy.
It's a Mexican stand-off for a beat, then:
ANGLE INCLUDES DOORS
Which SMASH open, revealing Goliath, Lexington, Broadway and Brooklyn, all of them decidedly pissed off.
GOLIATH
Xanatos, you will pay for --
He breaks off in astonishment at the sight of Hudson, alive and well.
BROOKLYN
Hudson?!
ANOTHER ANGLE
Hudson's clan mates rush to him.
HUDSON
It's about time you showed up.
LEXINGTON
We thought you were dead!
BROADWAY
We saw Macbeth shatter you!
BROOKLYN
Yeah -- we left Elisa to guard
your remains.
FAVOR HUDSON
He's got no idea what they're talking about.
HUDSON
Macbeth? Remains? Have ye all
gone daft?
FAVOR GOLIATH
He notices Owen, standing by Xanatos' stunned form and speaking sotto into a cellular phone.
GOLIATH
I think explanations had best
wait. Come!
CUT TO:
EXT. EYRIE BUILDING - CASTLE - NIGHT
The gargoyles leap from the battlements and soar away over the city just as several of Xanatos' COMMANDOS rush IN. They FIRE LASERBLASTS after them, but it's too late.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT
Elisa stands looking forlornly at "Hudson's" remains. The flying platform and the ruined Macbeth robot are nearby.
ELISA
I'm sorry, Hudson ... I wish
it hadn't turned out this
way ...
As she speaks, the gargoyles drop silently down INTO SHOT behind her. Hudson now has his sword in his belt. They grin as they hear Elisa's words.
HUDSON
All things considered, I'm
glad it did, lass.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Elisa whips about in comical astonishment.
ELISA
Hudson --? What --? You're
not --?
HUDSON
It's a long story, my bonnie,
and one best told over a hot
cup of tea.
WIDE ANGLE
Goliath scoops Elisa up. Hudson picks up the statue's head.
HUDSON
I think I'll keep this as a
souvenir. Not everyone can
reclaim their head after
losing it.
ON ROOF'S EDGE
The gargoyles glide into the night, Goliath holding Elisa.
WIPE TO:
EXT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT
Owen is helping Xanatos to his feet. The cauldron still BUBBLES in b.g. Xanatos is angry.
XANATOS
Blast it! I was so close to
finding out if the legend was
true. Now there's no one to
test it on.
REVERSE ANGLE
Owen crosses to the cauldron in f.g., pulling up his sleeve.
OWEN
Allow me, sir ...
CLOSE ON WATER
Owen plunges his fist into the "boiling" water.
TWO SHOT - OWEN AND XANATOS
Xanatos watches in surprise as Owen pulls his fist out. The fist and arm are now solid stone up to the cuff's edge. Owen reacts quite unemotionally to this.
OWEN
It would appear, sir, that
the cauldron's spell of
immortality has a price.
XANATOS
Yes ... what was the legend?
"A life as long as that of
stone itself."
(beat)
Thank you, Owen. That will
be all.
He turns and walks O.S., leaving Owen standing there with his new stone hand as we
FADE OUT
THE END
Here's a couple more chunks from the 1998 Roswell Conspiracies Bible...
3rd Chunk:
EURASIA - 1944
In the last year of World War II, a select group of Allied Intelligence operatives stumbled upon a threat to the planet Earth that would make the War seem like a church social.
Aliens -- extraterrestrials from half a dozen different planets --had invaded our world. Some of them had been here for centuries. Some could pose or pass as humans. Some had infiltrated our governments and institutions, insinuating themselves into positions of power throughout the world.
Leaders of four of the most prominent alien races had formed a CADRE. Using the chaos caused by the War, the Cadre was positioning itself to take our planet for themselves.
Fortunately, their plan was discovered by O.S.S. agent Warren Burdette. Burdette's only problem was that no one believed him. Still, he was determined to save humanity despite itself. He gathered evidence -- some of it living.
An earlier, more mundane intelligence operation had once resulted in Burdette saving the life of WINSTON CHURCHILL. Burdette called on Churchill again and presented his evidence. Churchill was convinced. He contacted FRANKLIN ROOSEVELT and "THE GLOBAL ALLIANCE" (T.G.A.) was officially chartered. At the time, it consisted of only two nations, the United States and Great Britain.
Burdette was named the Alliance's first NIGHT OFFICER, (a euphemism for Head Honcho). His team consisted of an elite group of spies, soldiers and scientists from both nations, as well as a few aliens with an interest in seeing the Cadre defeated. Early operatives included:
--Lieutenant William Hawking, British Intelligence;
--Doctor Michael Tyler, a British Biologist;
--Colonel Joseph Ten-Samsons, an American Fighter Pilot;
--Sergeant John Gerald McKay, an American Army Commando;
--Doctor Segundo Vasquez, an American Physicist;
--Aidan Maguire, an alien of the Sidhe race;
--Ya-Tuk, an alien of the Qua-Yeti race.
Burdette's first mission was to stop the Cadre. This was accomplished most elegantly by turning the four member races against each other. In September, 1945, after a final battle in the Himalayas, the Cadre was finally smashed.
But the Alliance's work had only just begun. Now that the Wars (both Wars) were over, the Alliance needed a permanent base to carry out their on-going mission: to protect Earth from both its alien inhabitants and any future invaders. All without panicking the human population of the planet.
1946 was spent preparing for this new scenario.
A site for the base was chosen in an intentionally unlikely location: Roswell, New Mexico -- the home town of Joseph Ten-Samsons.
Segundo Vasquez bought a ranch using Alliance money.
Jack McKay came to town from Texas. Word "somehow" got out that he was a war hero, and when he ran for Sheriff, he won handily. He hired Joseph Ten-Samsons as his deputy.
Will Hawking and Michael Tyler were carefully trained to speak "American." Tyler was given a new identity as a U.S. Army surgeon. Hawking was made a Captain in the U.S. Air Force. He was assigned to Walker Air Force Base.
Burdette became an instant Two-Star General.
British spy (and new recruit) Trish Ainsley became a wire service reporter.
By now, it was June, 1947. The stage was set.
4th Chunk:
THE BIG LIE
The Lie was designed to operate on four levels in order to achieve three objectives:
Level #1: An incident is created that presents a plausible scenario, including witnesses and some evidence, for the limited arrival of intelligent alien life on our planet.
Level #2: An equally plausible counter-scenario is offered, including witnesses and some evidence, detailing a mundane explanation for the same events.
Level #3: In order to explain discrepancies between the first two levels, Level #1 is embellished with supplementary testimony in order to suggest that a government cover-up and conspiracy exists designed to hide any evidence of alien contact.
Level #4: None of these scenarios are completely plausible. None are completely without the ring of truth. None of the pieces fit perfectly. No theory or explanation is beyond reproach. The evidence is limited, inaccessible and/or unreliable. Witnesses appear and disappear. They change their stories. Nothing is made 100% clear.
Objective A: People who are inclined to believe in an alien visitation are given a safe (and inaccurate) outlet for their curiosity. They can believe in aliens, be paranoid about conspiracies and investigate both to their hearts' content without ever getting close to the actual truth.
Objective B: People who are disinclined to believe in the paranormal are offered a suitable explanation and an excuse to regard anyone who does believe as a fanatic.
Objective C: In general, the sum total of all this is such a quagmire that most people -- even if they believe in the possibility of alien visitation and/or government conspiracy -- will quickly lose interest and simply go on with their daily lives.
To date, few government programs in history have been quite so successful at meeting all of their objectives as the Big Lie.
****************
That first chunk was pretty short. Hardly enough to pique your interest. So here's another piece...
ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO - June 14, 1947.
Rancher SEGUNDO VASQUEZ is sitting on his porch admiring the quiet desert night. Something, something fast, streaks across his field of vision. A shooting star? He's not sure. He doesn't get a good look. He stands and scans the sky. Suddenly a fiery explosion lights up the night! Now Vasquez can see flaming debris crashing to the Earth a few miles away. Thinking an airplane has gone down, he makes a quick call to the Sheriff, then gets in his pick-up truck and heads out into the desert to see if he can find any survivors.
Roswell Sheriff JACK MCKAY and his Deputy JOSEPH TEN-SAMSONS arrive on the scene an hour after Vasquez. McKay immediately radios his dispatch and has them connect him to WALKER AIR FORCE BASE.
Air Force Captain WILL HAWKING is dispatched to the site of the crash, with a full platoon of men.
The next morning, June 15, the news services report that a U.F.O. has crash-landed on the Vasquez Ranch near Roswell, New Mexico. Captain Hawking is quoted, and he confirms the story later that day.
June 16. The Air Force releases a correction. Two-Star General WARREN BURDETTE explains that Captain Hawking was mistaken. What he took for a U.F.O. was actually a weather balloon. Hawking cannot be reached for comment. And the Vasquez Ranch is off-limits to all non-military personnel.
July 7. The U.S. Armed Forces finally pulls its last transport out of Roswell. On July 8, in a SANTA FE motel room, Captain Hawking speaks to wire service reporter TRISH AINSLEY. Hawking maintains his original story. He saw a "saucer-shaped" vehicle broken into two distinct pieces with assorted small debris. He saw one corpse and one badly injured survivor. But neither individual was human. Their skin was grey. Their heads were disproportionately large. So were their eyes. They had no ears or nose or teeth. They had two long fingers and a thumb on each hand. Neither was over five feet tall. There's no doubt in Hawking's mind that what he saw was extra-terrestrial. An ALIEN SPACECRAFT from another world that had crashed on our planet, killing one occupant and injuring the other. Hawking claims that the U.S. Military knows all of this and is covering it up. They have removed the bodies and every trace of debris from the Vasquez ranch. Ainsley tries to get Hawking to call the aliens "Martians". She tries to get him to speculate as to what the government has done with the craft and the bodies. Hawking refuses to take the bait. He saw what he saw. The rest is as much of a mystery to him as to anyone. That night, Ainsley turns in her story. But her employers -- calling it preposterous -- refuse to put it on the wire.
July 9. Seven hours after the story is rejected, Captain Hawking resigns his commission. He phones Ainsley and tells her the resignation was less than voluntary. Then, he disappears.
July 16. Ainsley contacts Segundo Vasquez. But he won't talk to her. Won't even let her on the property. She goes to the Sheriff's office and speaks to McKay. McKay confirms the official version. He had seen everything Hawking had seen. There were no bodies. And the shattered craft was a weather balloon. McKay's deputy sits silently and listens to his boss speak. When Ainsley turns to Ten-Samsons, he simply stares back at her. He won't confirm. He won't deny. He won't open his mouth at all. That night, she confronts him in a local bar. He's silent. She presses. Finally, he speaks: "Don't ask me to talk to you. I have a son that I love." He leaves the bar. Ainsley doesn't follow.
But Trish Ainsley continues to pursue the story, to the detriment of her legitimate career as a journalist. Years pass, but she tracks down every army grunt who had ever set foot in Roswell, New Mexico. Most won't talk to her, and the few who will won't say anything on the record. But she begins to piece it together.
March 10, 1955. Following up on an anonymous tip, Ainsley finds an Army Surgeon, MAJOR MICHAEL TYLER, who claims to have seen and worked on the two recovered aliens.
January 4, 1961. Joseph Ten-Samsons dies of cancer.
December 12, 1961, Segundo Vasquez is on his deathbed, another cancer victim. Trish Ainsley arrives and speaks to him before he passes away early in the morning of December 13.
1964. Dr. Tyler retires from the U.S. Army and then seems to vanish off the face of the Earth.
Then in July, 1971, Will Hawking resurfaces after over two decades in hiding. Together, Hawking and Ainsley write a book: THE ROSWELL CONSPIRACIES.
May 1, 1972. Two weeks before the book is scheduled to be published, Trish Ainsley dies in a car accident. Hawking disappears again.
May 18, 1972. Nevertheless, the book is published. It reiterates Hawking's original story and expands upon it, using material that Hawking gathered while underground, combined with interviews that Ainsley had conducted over the last twenty plus years. These interviews include a startling 1961 deathbed confession from Segundo Vasquez, confirming Hawking's version of events. Vasquez explained his previous silence by detailing numerous threats against and attempts upon his life. He also hinted that his cancer was the result of his exposure to the broken and glowing alien spaceship all those years ago. Finally, Ainsley also claimed that in his last moments, Segundo had given Ainsley a piece of twisted metal from that craft that was clearly extra-terrestrial in origin.
The book also included Dr. Tyler's description of the alien autopsy, as well as his attempts to resuscitate the second, injured, alien. When it seemed certain that those attempts were failing, Dr. Tyler had been instructed to place both the dead alien and his still-breathing companion in cryogenic stasis. As late as 1963 (the last time either Hawking or Ainsley had seen Tyler), both alien popsicles were still in the custody of the Joint Chiefs.
The Roswell Conspiracies causes a minor sensation. It is on the non-fiction best-seller list for four weeks, peeking at #7. Although few legitimate scientists take it seriously, the Air Force issues an immediate and all-encompassing denial on June 2.
June 14, 1972. On the twenty-fifth anniversary of the Roswell Crash, Sheriff McKay actually holds a (fairly well-attended) press conference to debunk the book's findings. He reiterates his own version of events: simply put, there was a fallen balloon and some high-tech military debris on the Vasquez Ranch. Although, McKay doesn't pretend he could identify every bit of it, there was certainly nothing alien in it's design. And he literally scoffs at the notion that there were any bodies (living, dead, alien or human). The idea that exposure to the downed craft was carcinogenic seems to be belied by his own robust good-health.
At the press conference, McKay is joined by MARIA VASQUEZ DIENER, Segundo's daughter. Maria confirms that Ainsley had spoken with her father the night before he died. But Maria claims that in his delirium, her father spoke only in Spanish. Ainsley had admitted at the time that her command of that language was limited at best, but she nevertheless insisted on speaking to Segundo alone. Thus no one else heard this so-called confession, and the book gives no indication as to what language Segundo was using when he spoke these "startling revelations".
Maria is questioned about the piece of "alien metal" that her father supposedly gave to Ainsley. She confirms that her father had kept a piece of wreckage from the crash as a souvenir. This was no secret to his friends or family. It had been sitting on his mantel for over a decade. The Air Force had allowed him to keep it, so it couldn't have been too startling in anyone's version of events. A few days after the funeral, Maria noticed that the relic was missing. She can now only assume that Ainsley stole it. McKay chimes in with an observation. He acknowledges that Ainsley's death is a tragedy, but since the chunk of metal was conveniently missing from her effects, legitimate science has been prevented from examining it to confirm (or dispute) her conclusions.
At this point, reporter NICK KATERAS asks McKay if the timing of Ainsley's death isn't extremely suspicious. McKay agrees that it is. He's checked into it. Ainsley's body was cremated within 48 hours of her death, and the only person who identified that body was the now missing Hawking. McKay can't help wondering if Ainsley is actually dead, of if the whole thing isn't a publicity stunt that doubles as a way for her to dodge some tough questions. After all, if there really was a conspiracy that wanted her dead, wouldn't she have been killed BEFORE she wrote the book, or at least before she had delivered the manuscript to her publisher?
June 16, 1972. Jack McKay issues an apology to Trish Ainsley's "friends and family." It was insensitive to imply even in jest that she could or would have faked her own death for the sake of book sales.
The book drops off the best seller list, though it remains in print. Royalties are held in trust for Hawking. Ainsley has no living relatives. She does not resurface.
August, 1980. Maria Vasquez Diener's husband ERICH DIENER abandons her and her two children. She struggles to maintain the ranch.
June 1, 1982. Retired Four-Star General Warren Burdette dies of cancer. He was 83 years old. To the end, he refuses to comment on Roswell.
June 14, 1982. Will Hawking resurfaces on the thirty-fifth anniversary of the Roswell crash. He collects a substantial royalty check from his publisher and makes the rounds of all the morning talk shows. Jack McKay is a surprise guest on one of these, and Hawking and McKay engage in an intense and bitter debate on the air. Hawking is goaded into producing the "Roswell Fragment," the twisted piece of chrome-like metal that Ainsley either stole or received from Vasquez. Hawking insists that a battery of tests have already proven that the fragment is of extraterrestrial origins. McKay suggests that Hawking turn it over for independent testing, but Hawking refuses to let the evidence out of his sight.
December 13, 1986. Hawking uses his military pension and book royalties to buy the ranch adjacent to the old Vasquez place.
December 31, 1986. Jack McKay retires as Sheriff after 40 years in office. He purchases the old Vasquez place from Maria Vasquez Diener.
March 18, 1989. Maria Vasquez Diener dies of cancer. Her teen-age son ALEX DIENER claims that she lied about Segundo's last meeting with Trish Ainsley, because she was afraid of Jack McKay and his "friends."
June 14, 1992 - On the 45th Anniversary of the Roswell Incident, Jack McKay and Will Hawking once again do their point/counterpoint routine on television talk shows. They display hostility laced with humor and are a genuine success. Together, they are booked on lecture tours.
In 1995, after an investigation into the Roswell Incident intended to end the various rumors, the Air Force now maintains that the debris was part of Project Mogul, a formerly top secret operation using acoustic equipment on high altitude balloons in an effort to detect foreign atomic tests. When one of the Mogul balloons was downed in '47, the Air Force moved in to retrieve it before security could be further compromised.
The USAF also says that it conducted a variety of experiments in the same general area involving test dummies dropped from balloons and aircraft in order to measure the effects of falls from various altitudes. The dummies match the descriptions of the "aliens" reported by witnesses. The Air Force feels that the connection between the dummies and the balloon has been exaggerated over the years.
June 14, 1997. The 50th anniversary. Jack McKay now admits to having seen the dummies at the site. He claims he was asked not to mention them by the U.S. government, and he complied like any good patriot would. Hawking, his regular sparring partner, wonders aloud what else this patriot has lied about over the years. The debate that follows is lively, but it's clear that over the years Hawking and McKay have developed a strange little friendship. They actually like each other.
September, 1999. Roswell, New Mexico is both a serious tourist trap and a Mecca for true believers seeking knowledge about extra-terrestrials on this planet. Every Friday night, McKay and Hawking stage another debate about the Incident. Admission is a modest four dollars.
And by the way, almost none of the above is true.
Hi. In 1998, I started developing a series for BKN called "The Roswell Conspiracies". This was not an idea I created. (The credit for that, I believe, goes to Kaaren Brown.) But I did do extensive work on the project. I tried to create a detailed universe, and wrote a detailed bible, a timeline and a one hour pilot script (which some of you who attended Gathering 1999 in Dallas may recall). I wound up not doing the project, and my work was redeveloped by others before the show went on the air. I never saw the finished project so I have no idea (and little interest) in how it turned out. But I was thinking about it the other day and reread the materials. I think it's kinda some cool stuff. So I thought you might be interested in seeing it. (I figure the show's come and gone. I'm no longer revealing any secrets.) I'll post a chunk at a time here, as I have the time.
THE ROSWELL CONSPIRACIES:
Aliens, Myths & Legends
(development bible)
written by
Greg Weisman
SE: GDW
June 5, 1998
Revised: June 12, 1998
THE ROSWELL CONSPIRACIES:
Aliens, Myths & Legends
(development bible)
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - Present Day.
TONY MARKUS is an L.A.-based skip tracer, a bounty hunter employed by DOMINIC BAIL BONDS to track down deadbeats who skip out on their bail. Saying Markus is a loner doesn't quite do him justice. He's cynical, hard and generally uninterested in the human race. His cousin (and boss) FRANK DOMINIC is the only guy that Markus has any tolerance for, and that's only because Dom knows Tony well enough to leave him alone. None of this makes Markus a particularly pleasant dinner companion. But it's done wonders for his career. He's relentless. Unemotional. Unflinching. And he has a near-perfect track record. Only one guy ever successfully skipped on Markus, and that was a long time ago during his first month on the job, back when he was pretty darn green. But green or not, Markus didn't like failing. So he just doesn't fail anymore. When Dom gives Tony Markus a skip to trace, Dom knows his cousin is going to deliver.
Which brings us to Markus' current assignment: her name is SIOBHAN BARROW. She's skipped on a Felony Assault Charge, and Dom is potentially out fifty grand on her bail. The trail is three days cold by the time Markus is on the hunt. But that's not the problem. Barrow is fleeing across state lines, from CALIFORNIA to ARIZONA and finally into NEW MEXICO. But that's not the problem either. She's also tougher than she looks, leaving a fair number of additional assault victims in her wake. But even that's not the problem.
The problem is that Markus isn't the only guy hunting her down. Two FEDERALES are after her too. At least he thinks they're Feds. They act like Feds, pretending to be Honeymooning Tourists. And then there are the TALL WOMEN. Scary types, but bearing a certain family resemblance to his quarry. They could be trying to help Ms. Barrow get away. Except that Siobhan Barrow seems more afraid of them than anyone. Markus doesn't know why there's a crowd after Siobhan, he only knows that he's going to be the one to run her down first.
The chase leads all interested parties to ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO. And that's when things really start to cook.
Second question, well topic of question, is on Oberon's Children: You described them as descendant from Will O' Wisps, (or at least I think I read that).-
-1- Do you mean descendent from WO'W like we say humans descend from apes- ie. common ancestor closer (in our eyes) to that branch then our own- or do you mean literally?
-2- When did the fae (assumably pre-Oberon's rule) begin having children? Was it a gradual change, or was it an all of the sudden happenstance that was duplicated by others? Basically- did Oberon's children evolve, or come into being via sudden change?
[I am making assumption that WO'W aren't born in a biologically equivalent way to humans. Is that correct?]
-3- Assuming they did not evolve, are there still Oberati around who were not born, who made the jump from WO'W to sentience, instead of being born to it, or are all the current Oberati the product of two (?) parents?
-4- Continuing on the same assumption- when they discovered parentage and birth, was there an explosion in the birthrate, or did they slowly get used to it? [It would be an interesting source of all the half magical bastards of legend.]
-4i- If they did go a little crazy about the possibility and did not confine themselves to their own kind, would there be a very high percentage of humans with trace elements of their magic in their history?
Not the sort of thing to make them wizards or sorcerers, just enough to cause a resonance or immunity that is not recognized as such because it is so common.
-5- While I can imagine an extremely long life span might potentially weaken the parental bond, the newness and 'ownness' of it might strengthen it, (or give it a 'new toy' aspect). Which scenario is closer to fact?
-6- Where the do the WO'W come from? All I now of them is something vague about bright lights darting about luring people from the path, possibly taking on aspects of humans to do so. Did they get so used to appearing as mortals that the jump to taking on a more permanent solid form was a natural thing to slid into?
-7- As just plain ordinanry WO'Ws, do they have mass, or are they only energy?
-7i- ibid for Oberati in 'natural form'?
-7ii- and what of halflings raised fae?
1. We're talking a form of evolution. (Again, humans did not descend from Apes. As you noted they have a common ancestor.)
2. You're assuming facts not in evidence about the Will O'the Wisps. Again, we're talking evolution.
3. Again, the race did evolve in my mind, so I think the question is moot.
4. See above.
5. We're still going down an odd path here.
6. They evolved from the magical soup of Earth. Just as we evolved from the biological soup.
7. I'm guessing the latter, but I won't be held to it.
7i. I'm not sure I understand this question? We've yet to define 'natural forms' for the Children of Oberon.
7ii. See above.
Third is another short one: In Gargoyles 2198, you keep using the phrase "side of the angels" when referring to Demona, and I do not think I heard any concrete mention of Macbeth. This is a really wild idea, but is Demona, in any way, well, dead?
Nope.
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