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Written by: svengali2
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On
the ragged outcrop beneath the Elephant Tower we see a figure in a
wetsuit lying face down at the water’s edge, with long blond hair covering the shoulders. On a
road a white Mazda Miata races toward the scene. Butchie is at the
wheel, Mitch is riding shotgun. Perched behind the front seats are Freddy and Bill, who hold onto each other,
trying to stay in the car as it speeds over the bumps in the road. The Miata
brakes and skids to a stop at a distance from the fence. Bill and Freddy climb down with difficulty and grumbles, and everyone starts to walk down the path to the Elephant Cage while looking around.
Bill: (rubbing his neck) Yes,
he informed me we should search here, at the elephant tower. Fuck if
I know the exact spot! It's a bird, for Christ's sake, not a fucking
GPS!
Freddy: Yeah, whose
fucking place is on a wall, stuffed and mounted! If we follow your prophetic parrot instructions, we’d be wandering around this fucking cage for the next seven years and... and get irradiated! (he looks with suspicion at the buildings in the Elephant Cage.)
Bill: Oh, this bird’s got more
brains then you, pal. If you'd just taken off your glasses, you would see
what’s under your feet, you’re shuffling ... like a zombie.
Freddy: (indignantly) These are prescription glasses, for reading. They are not tinted, don't you notice?
Bill: (nods) Which proves my fucking point!
Butchie: You see anything Dad? I gotta tell you, driving a
Miata without a stick is like Surfline saying the waves are double overhead and you fucking get there, it's only chest high and backed the fuck off!
Mitch: There certainly was no need for speeding. Freddy and Bill were clinging on for dear life. (Butchie chuckles) If your mother sees that the tank is almost empty, you know... Better fill it up on the way back. (after a pause) You think we should
be here in the first place?
Butchie: C’mon, Dad, after all the shit that happened, Bill's parrot gets my vote. Hundred percent!
Mitch: I think Bill, as a serious aviculturist, might consider Zippy a nanday conure, a parakeet, that is a species of parrot...
Butchie: (taking a sideways glance at Mitch) Huh? A Monday parakeet? Shit, Dad, whatever, thanks for the fucking pointers!
Back on the road roars a motorcycle, raising a cloud of dust. Moana and Palaka dismount and run to the group.
Palaka: Boss, boss, only two minutes behind, here I am! Nothing to worry about, made it here in one piece!
Freddy: No, you should be dead from fucking stupidity. Look at this jackass, he got there! You think anybody’s safe?
The sound of squealing car brakes followed by a loud scream “Motherfucker!” is heard from the road.
Mitch: That must be Cissy.
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Cissy and Tina, not looking at
each other, join the group.
Cissy: (to no one in particular) I’ve learned how to downshift at
fifteen.
Tina: I've learned a few things, Cissy!
Cissy: Oh, what? So now you can say “fuck me” in French?
Tina: What if I can?
From above we see a car with the roof of blue solar panels stop next to the
Miata. Dwayne jumps out of the car leaving the door open. He
is wearing a t-shirt with LUDDITES printed on the front. On his head are
massive goggles with a wide black band.
Dwayne: We should go down to the water! There is someone there, I see
it!
Bill: Through those things on your head? Do they also take your fucking
pulse and blood pressure?
Dwayne: Uhh, why? Yes, sure.
(Bill shakes his head in disgust.)
Cissy: (looking at Mitch) Are you going to tell me what the fuck
we are doing here?
Butchie: Dad?
Mitch: I didn't tell her. (to himself) What could I possibly say
- a bird issued an order? I really have no idea myself why...
Tina: (suddenly proclaims very loudly) Va te faire foutre! (leaving
everyone and, most of all herself, dumbfounded)
.
translation: va te faire fourtre - fuck off
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"Through those things on your head? Do they also take your fucking pulse and blood pressure?"
"Uhh, why? Yes, sure.
"Are you going to tell me what the fuck we are doing here?"
Outside the fence Dwayne cries in pain. He grabs and pulls off the goggles and begins to turn them in his hands, examining them.
Dwayne: I don't know how it could... Have they... are they testing an upgrade? ...We went live!
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Somewhere in Southern California in a house overlooking the ocean, Linc is staring at the pounding surf through a big window in his room. It is sparsely furnished and looks unlived in as a hotel room. Turning away from the window, Linc sees John in a black wetsuit.
Linc: Fuck me! Tell me I’m not dreaming, John. Tell me you are not a garbled transmission, all pixelated, floating like a genie from a bottle!
John approaches Linc with an outstretched hand.
John: Give me a pound! (they bump their fists) We are coming...
Linc: 9-11-14, I know. Time forward... or ... are you counting backward John? Crosswise? Right to left? What's your system? Who’s been teaching you math, John?
John: ( agreeable) Backward and forward! Who's been teaching YOU math, Linc? (smiles) Tina learned a few things. Cissy learned how to downshift at fifteen!
Linc: Downshifting, I've heard of it, my brother. Slow down and green up, is that what you’re talking about? (He motions his hand around the room) Couldn't find me a yurt with creature comforts, don't like to shit in the woods, but you won't see me eating foie gras, John. Never developed the taste.
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While the first minutes of the music are playing, a wide panoramic view of the ocean, endless and powerful, ever moving and changing fills the screen.
Cass: If you are anywhere, you are everywhere.
Down on the shore at the water Butchie and Moana are the first to reach a still figure in a black wetsuit. They gently turn the body. The long blond hair falls to the side uncovering the face of an unconscious young man with a scraggly, unkempt beard.
Butchie: (slipping on the wet sand and landing on his knees.) Jesus fucking Christ! (incredulously) Shaunie?
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Bill, Freddy, Mitch, Palaka and Dwayne run down the slope and surround unconscious Shaun. They stand aside to let Cissy and Tina through. Cissy, out of breath, unceremoniously pushes Moana away. She slides down to the sand and pulls Shaun up into her lap, cradling his head in her arms.
Butchie: What the fuck! He’s surfing in Indonesia!
Cissy and Mitch:( together) In Hawaii!
Bill, Palaka and Freddy: In Australia!
Dwayne: (whispers) M-m-mexico.
Confused, they look at each other.
Shaun opens his eyes, sees his father's clean shaven face few inches from his own and giggles.
Shaun: Dad, you look like a... captain!
Butchie: Yeah, buddy, it's me, a fucking space ship commander!
Cissy: (scoffs) Yeah, sitting on your ass on the ground. (Shaun's eyes close, as he again loses consciousness)
Tina is standing at Shaun's feet silent, with tears in her eyes.
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Linc and John walk out of the house at the ocean.
Linc: So, a bringer of news, is push coming to shove... ahead of schedule?
John: I don't know Butchie instead!
Linc: You know, John, eight times out of ten when I jump in the pool, there is water in it! (to himself) Shouldn't ask why, or what, or when, that will end in another mind fuck... What the fuck am I supposed to do?
John: (smiling) Get in the fucking thing and drive Linc!
Linc: Fucking Uber now sends helos on request? Who's your friend John - Camp or Kalanick? I'm guessing it's both.
John: (tilting his head) Uber doesn't ring a bell!
"Eight times out of ten when I jump in the pool there's water in it" and "Get in the fucking thing and drive" are direct quotes from David Milch presentations, - a commentary to the Ep.10 of JFC and a talk at The Writers Guild Foundation in 2006.
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Beneath the Elephant Tower.
John and Linc run to the helicopter, hands covering eyes against the whirling sand. When the door to the cabin slides open, we see a tall figure in camouflage with aviator sunglasses and a cap that shadows the face. The man helps Linc and John climb in, points them to the seats in the back and plugs in a headset, showing Linc how to turn it on. He smiles to John, then proceeds to the pilot's seat.
Man: May I welcome you aboard The Flying Whale, my good friends! Not the best accommodations for our upcoming travels, as I myself am first to acknowledge and apologize for subjecting you to a certain discomfort... (John starts to wiggle in his seat and make grimaces) Alas, that was the only vessel we, attorney Dickstein and I, could legally acquire on such a short notice, as I should say in our defense!
Linc: Hell freezes over! Barry?
Barry: (softly laughing) Ah, a souvenir of our tender times! And dare I say the title may have foretold our harmonious reunion in the sky!
John is listening to the conversation while holding his hands over his ears, imitating headphones.
Barry slowly begins to whistle a tune.
Linc: Where did you learn to... uh, whistle?
Barry: (looking through the cabin's wraparound glass down to the ground, distracted) Joe has wonderful friends with impressive skills and generosity of heart... and spirit... Oh, you meant whistling? That, too, is a kind gift for which I am eternally grateful... from our young friend, Adam! That boy.... whose many talents I not so secretly admire and envy.... we spent quite a few afternoons in the Snug Harbor courtyard... me listening and trying to follow, and him whistling and singing...
Beautiful voice! I'm doubting I would hear those songs again...
Cut to the Internet Café. In front it’s the same tables and chairs and a food display. In the back, behind a glass partition, is an improvised office with computer stations, a ping pong table and a blackboard covered in drawings and numbers. Seven people of different age are working at their computers.
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In the El Camino Butchie is settled in the bed of the truck, he is holding Shaun in his lap; next to them distraught Tina is wiping her tears.
Butchie: Hey, c'mon, Tina. He's gonna be fine!
Tina: (sniffling) What happened to him?
Butchie: (wraps his arm around Tina's shoulders.) We'll figure it out.
Palaka is in the driver's seat of the El Camino, Freddy and Bill are standing at the metal railings looking out.
Mitch: Are we being kidnapped?
Freddy is climbing over the railing intent to jump down when Bill tries to stop him.
(Palaka opens the door of the El Camino and gets out, pulling out a gun tucked under his belt. He looks to Freddy, waiting for a signal)
Cissy: Are you fucking kidding? I am not going anywhere with you, dipshit!
(Alejandro grabs Cissy by the arm and pulls her to the van; the men drag resisting Mitch along)
Bill: Zippy!... Goddamn Zippy has him on probation!
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Cut to the helicopter.
Linc looks down to the road along the shore, leading to Imperial Beach where the El Camino is in pursuit of a white van.
The helicopter flies above the palms and sprawling roads of IB. The El Camino and the white van are lost in the street traffic.
John: (appearing next to Linc, smiles) Help you think? That's what I'm good at!
Linc: (laughing) Pay dirt, my brother!
Barry: (dreamily) Star dust...
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