Sunday, July 20, 2014

episode 2 -- the one where the friends begin their quest

EXT. GALAPAGOS LODGING - NIGHT
A series of single-story, rectangular log cabins.  Joey and Chandalf stand on the porch, each smoking a cigarette.  They look out on the Galapagos beach, the waves crashing onto it.

                CHANDALF
        Look at those waves, Joe.  Beating themselves
        against the shore.  One after the other.  For all time.

                JOEY
        Until the ends of the earth.

                CHANDALF
        Remember your love of Doritoes?  Your hunger
        for those savory chips was insatiable.

                JOEY
        I recall you hiding a bag from me once, in the name
        of comedy.

                CHANDALF
        We did many things in the name of comedy.

                JOEY
        For amusement.

                CHANDALF
        Mirthful circumstances are in short supply
        these days, my old friend.  Remembering your
        affection for Doritoes snacks is the happiest
        thought I’ve had in months, maybe years.

                JOEY
        I wish we had some Doritoes snacks now.

Rachel enters.  She also smokes a cigarette.

                RACHEL
        Curfew, boys.  We have a long day ahead of
        us if we want to reunite with Monica.

Chandalf takes a drag, he says nothing.

                RACHEL (CONT’D)
        They have your son too, Chandalf.  DOn’t
        forget that.

                CHANDALF
        How could I? I don’t appreciate being patronized.

                RACHEL
        You;d be wise to count me among your
        allies, Chandalf.  I know Joey does.  Just ask him.

                CHANDALF
        We were the seven friends, like seven hearts
        beating as one.  Now I barely know if my own
        heart is beating.

                RACHEL
        You make no acknowledgment of my claims to Joey.

                CHANDALF
        I don’t make claims to anyone anymore.
        Except for my son.  And Monica was last
        before him.

                RACHEL
        Will you do what needs to be done?  If it
        comes to that?

Chandalf drops his cigarette.  He stamps it out.

                CHANDALF
        Survival of the fittest.  It’s written all over this
        island.

Chandalf walks away, into his room, leaving Joey and Rachel.      

                RACHEL
        Will I be sleeping alone tonight?

                JOEY
        Phobe tells me that Rud is powerful in the
        ways of lovemaking.

                RACHEL
        He is a famous actor.  Rud is in movies.

                JOEY
        You think that answers my question?

                RACHEL
        I know that it does.  But have you answered
        mine?  Will I sleep alone?

                JOEY
        I have already seen it.  This island lets me.
        I retire alone now, but I seek you out in the
        restless night.

                RACHEL
        I will be ready to receive you.

Rachel bites Joey’s earlobe, then leaves.  Joey exhales.

INT. RUD’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Phobe lies in Rud’s arms, under the covers, having just finished a session of lovemaking.

                PAUL RUD
        Did you know my first time acting on film
        was a story about Galapagos?

                PHOBE
        I’ve seen it.  I watched it once, when you
        were asleep.

                PAUL RUD
        Did you enjoy it?

                PHOBE
        You were virile.  Then as you are now.

                PAUL RUD
        The set was meant to imitate this island,
        but it does not do it justice.

                PHOBE
        Your films are injustice?

                PAUL RUD
        I am a famous actor.  Justice does not
        concern me on the screen.  But it concerns
        me here.  I fear our extraction of Monica
        will provide a surprise.

                PHOBE
        W’re marching in blind.

                PAUL RUD
        Rachel and Ross have confidence.  They
        think Monica is the captive.  I fear she may
        the captor.

                PHOBE
        Captor of who?

                PAUL RUD
        Maybe of us.

INT. BAR - NIGHT
Ross sits alone at a bar.  The BARTENDER leans against the wall, polishing glasses.

                BARTENDER
        Not tired yet, huh?

                ROSS
        I don’t require much sleep.  Especially
        not at a time like this.

                BARTENDER
        Gotta stay sharp, yes?  Keep your wits
        about you?

                ROSS
        If that’s a byproduct, I can be amenable.

                BARTENDER
        Let me ask you a riddle then, if clarity is
        your endgame -- what helps the afflicted
        see, and has been inside what you seek to
        be in now?

                ROSS
        Your words confuse me.

                BARTENDER
        Do you not see what is right in front of you?

                ROSS
        You?

                BARTENDER
        Why don’t you recognize me?  Why don’t
        you see my mustache?

                ROSS
        Richard Mustache.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Yes, Ross.  IT’s me, Richard Mustache.  I
        help people see, and I was used to be inside
        what you now seek to be inside of again.

                ROSS
        So she is on this island.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        That’s what brought me here.  That’s what
        led me to open this humble tavern.

                ROSS
        Business is booming.  THose tortosies are a
        thirsty crowd.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Spare me your saracaasm, Brother Gellar.

                ROSS
        How many times does she have to spurn
        your desires before you give up?  Move on
        with your life, Mustache Richard.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        She travels to a new plane of being.  Things
        will be different in the new plane.  She will
        need a companion.

                ROSS
        You know nothing of what you speak.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Where do you hope to find her?

                ROSS
        The jungle.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Ha.  The jungle.  I’ve combed that jungle.

                ROSS
        You’ve tried.  The jungle is vast.  I doubt
        you’ve seen much of it.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Why do you think your efforts can exceed
        mine?  My eyes are unparalelled?  I’m an
        eye doctor, you think I wouldn’t enhance
        my own vison?  You’ll never find her.

                ROSS
        Perhaps I come equipped with something
        beyond sight.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        There is nothing beyond sight, Brother
        Gellar. From one doctor to another, one
        scientist to another, let’s agree to stop
        playing games.  Sight is king of the senses.
        The peak of evolution.

Ross tips back the rest of his drink, places the glass gently on the bar.

                ROSS
        In the land of blind, the one-eyed man is king.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        No one here is blind, Brother Gellar.

                ROSS
        Don’t be so sure.

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EXT. CABIN DOOR - NIGHT
Joey stands in front of a door.  He twists the handle, the door glides open.

                RACHEL
        (from the darkness of the room) You
        found me again.

                JOEY
        I was guided here somehow.  I can find you.

                RACHEL
        It is your gift.

                JOEY
        I hesitate to call it that.

                RACHEL
        Your heart leads you to me.

                JOEY
        I fear it is something else.

                RACHEL
        I know what you speak of.  And now
        come and ravish me with it.

INT. CAFETERIA - MORNING
The six friends sit at a long table with plates of eggs.

                PAUL RUD
        Finish yor chicken eggs.  The guide
        will be here soon.

                RACHEL
        We didn’t agree to a guide.

                PAUL RUD
        The jungles are dense, unexplored.
        The origins of eveolution lie in that
        rainforest.  WE may have many skills
        and talents between us, but we are
        strangers in a strange land.

                ROSS
        This land is in all of us.

                BLACK MAN (O.S.)
        But I’m the only one ON this land,
        motherfucker.      

They all turn to look at the guide.  Paul Rud smiles.      

                PAUL RUD
        Samuel Jackson.

                BLACK MAN (SAMUEL JACKSON)
        Damn right, motherfucker.

                PAUL RUD
        Another famous movie actor.  And a famous
        guide of Galapagos.

                CHANDALF
        His skin.  What gives it that color?  Some
        curious galapagos affliction?

                PAUL RUD
        Diversity.  Beyond the seven friends there
        are great unseen wonders of appearance.

                CHANDALF
        Is his skin in pain?

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        My skin’s a-okay, motherfucer.  Worry a
        little more about those chicken egg,s and
        a little less about my motherfucking skin.

                RACHEL
        I like his coarse manner with language.  It
        stirs something in me.
     
                JOEY
        Do you say such things to tease me?

                RACHEL
        I speak the truth, Joey.  All the friends
        know I speak the turth.

Joey looks over at Phobe.  Phobe shakes her head.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Any moreof those chicken eggs,
        mothterfucker?

                PAUL RUD
        Take mine, Samuel.  You are the giver
        of diversity to all things, the least I can
        repay you with is to then give you my
        chiekn eggs.

EXT. GALAPAGOS TOWN - DAY
The six friends walk through the busy but small Galapagos village.  NATIVES walk past them.  Carts and street vendors line the road.

                PHOBE
        Will we hire a car?

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        A car?  Motherfucker, there are not
        roads in the jungle.  We’re getting a
        boat and we’re getting on teh river.

                ROSS
        Upriver.  Salt water mixing with the
        fresh.  Chaos meeting civilization.
        The known becoming the unknown.

                PAUL RUD
        Humans have barely explored the
        Galapagos since Darwin. Theyve been
        content to make their villages on the
        outskirts of the jungle, trade their goods,
        eat their food.  Living out their days at the
        foot of a mystery.

                JOEY
        Not unlike the citizens of America?

                CHANDALF
        The citizens of the world.  We all cloes
        ourself off to the wonders of nature.

                JOEY
        You’re beginning to understand that,
        Chandalf?

                CHANDALF
        My son is all the truth I need.  That
        escaped me for so long.  If I keep him
        in my mind, everything is worth doing
        to get him back.

They approach a long dock sticking out in the river.  FISHERMAN fish, WOMEN sell fish and other seafood.  A few OLD THIN MEN stand by their motorboats.    

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        W’eve come to the docks, motheruckers.
        Rud, hand me your money and I’ll hire a
        ride into the wilderness.

                PAUL RUD
        You have money, Jackson.  Youre’ a famous
        actor since before even me.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        I’m the motherfucking guide.  You already      
        hired me, now youre gonna hire a motherfucking
        boat.

SAmuel Jackson takes dollars from Rud and walks over to the boat captains.

                JOEY
        None of the boats are for sale to us.

                ROSS
        What did you say, Joseph?

Samuel Jackson walks back over to the friends.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Well, I’ve got good motherfucking news
        and bad motherfucking news.  The bad
        news is those Somalia-looking motherfuckers
        over there can;t sell us the boats.  The good
        news is, they told me who owns ‘em all and
        can sell one.

                PHOBE
        Whose the proprietor?

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Some motherfucker named...Richard Mustache.

INT. RICHARD MUSTACHE’S BAR - DAY
Richard Mustache polishes a glass as all the friends enter the bar.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        I thought I’d be seeing you all soon.  What
        are we drinking?

                ROSS
        Enough with the games Richard Mustache.
        I guess we were both playing our cards close
        to our chest last night.

                JOEY
        New ROss, you knew Richard Mustache
        was here?

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        What do you mean New Ross?

                ROSS
        You’re an eye man, Richard Mustache?
        Didn’t you see my blue eyes?  I’m a clone.
        Ross is dead.  God is dead.  Long live Ross.
        Long live God.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        And to Galapagos the prodigal son returns.
        The end of mankind comes to gaze backward
        to the dawn of the species.

                RACHEL
        His mustache, it stirs something within me.

                PAUL RUD
        I have American dollars, Richard Mustache.
        How many do you require for a seaworthy boat?
        We just need a stable craft of medium size.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Rud, I know you’re a fmaous movie actor, but
        you can keep your checkbook in your back pocket.

                JOEY
        He wants to come with us.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Just like it used to be.  The eight friends.  The
        eight of us.  We need to find Monica.  She was
        our leader.  She completes the circle.

                PHOBE
        You betray yourself.  We were a circle, not an
        octagon.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        My offer is final.  Take me with you and a
        vessel is yours.

                ROSS
        How do we know you won’t stab us in the back?

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Once we retrieve Monica it all will align.  I will
        have no need for the duplicitous tactics of this plane.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        You speak of the astral plane, motherfucker?

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Why else would Monica come to its gateway?
        Why else would I follow her here?

                SAMEL JACKSON
        That’s an old saggy-titted wives tale,
        motherfucker.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Do we have a deal?  Rud?  New Ross?

                PAUL RUD
        I guess if you’re coming along, then we
        should get the next bigger size of boat.

EXT. THE GALAPAGOS RIVER - DAY
The six friends, Samel Jackson and Richard Mustache in a speedboat, skim upriver.  The jungle drapes over both sides of the river.  The sun beats down on them.

                PAUL RUD
        New Ross, do you think she’s established
        herself by the river?

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        If she did I would have found her by now.

                PAUL RUD
        I didn’t ask you, Richard Mustache.

                ROSS
        My guess is no better than your’s, Rud.
        Ask Joey.

                JOEY
        I don’t know.  I can’t feel anything.

                RACHEL
        You can’t?  Or you don’t want to?

                JOEY
        I only feel that we’re here.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Does he think himself Plato?

                RACHEL
        Not Plato...Merlin.

                ROSS
        You’ll be thankful he’s in our company later.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        We’ll all be thankful to be in Moncia’s
        company when the time of the astral plane
        arrives.

                PHOBE
        Your philosophy unnerves me, Mustache.
        Like a spider along my spine.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Is your equilibrium so fragile that a
        window to the next plane challenges
        your well-being?

                PHOBE
        You take her words and promises like
        a drug.  That I recognize.  Your addiction
        is familiar to me.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Addiction will be nothing more than a
        baby crying for his bottle in the eternity
        of the astral plane.

                PAUL RUD
        (pointing) Look.  Something ahead.

The jungle recedes, revealing a portion of sandy beach fifty meters long.

                CHANDALF
        A beach of stones?

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Those aren’t stones, motherfucker.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Tortoises.

At the sound of the speedboat, the tortoises perk up, extend their necks.  There are hundreds of them and they descend into the river.

                RACHEL
        What is this formation?

The boat skims along normally for a moment, before WHAM, encoutnering the hard shell of a giant Galapagos tortoise.

The boat careens, but stays upright.  Then it HITS another tortoise.  The next one CRACKS the boat hull.  Water starts to rush in.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Get us to shore, motherfucker!

Ross cuts the wheel hard, sending the boat speeding toward the beach.  Another DIRECT HIT from a tortoise SNAPS the front of the boat off, into the water.

All the people in the boat tumble out into the water, with the tortises.

COMMERCIAL

EXT. RIVER/BEACH - DAY
The friends swim toward the shore.  A tortoise BITES Samel jackson on the hand.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Motherfucker bit me.

                PHOBE
        Swim to shore, Sam.  You can get medical
        attention once we’re all safe.

The friends swim to the shore.  They collapse on the beach, panting, out of breath.

Out on the river, the boat EXPLODES, sending nearby tortoises flying through the air.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Now that’s what I call motherfucking turtle soup.

                PHOBE
        It was almost as if those tortoises let us escape.
        They cleared a path for us to shore once we
        were in the water and the boat wasn’t a threat.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        I told you this was harder than you thought.

                PHOBE
        New Ross, I know you’re a scientist, did
        those tortoises seem to be behaving in a
        strange way?

                ROSS
        That’s just what I was thinking.  They stopped
        us.  They worked as a team.  They thought
        together, as one.

                CHANDALF
        Like the friends used to do.

                JOEY
        Like the friends will do again.

                CHANDALF
        Look around, Joey.  We’re stranded out here.
        In the middle of the jungle.  WE forgot to bring
        any food or any water, no weapons, our boat
        just got destroyed.  We’re shit out of luck.

                RACHEL
        Shut up, Chandalf.  Stop freaking out.  Samel
        jackson, Let me take a look at that hand.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Just a little cut.

                RACHEL
        You didn’t call me motherfcuker.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Maybe I see you a little differently that
        the rest of these motherfuckers.  Is that so
        impossible to believe?  Jsut because I’m a
        famous actor?

                RACHEL
        Maybe not.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Do you know me?

                RACHEL
        I’ve seen your posters.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        My movie posters?

                RACHEL
        Your wanted posters.

                JOEY
        Wanted posters?

                PAUL RUD
        Spare me the eagle scout act, Joey.  We’ve
        all got our demons and shameful pasts.
        Wat did you think Smuel Jackson was
        doing out here anyway?  A famous actor?
        Living on Galapagos?

                ROSS
        It may be where the cavemen were born,
        but it’s where actors come to die.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Fuck you, motherfucker.  I didn’t come
        here to die.  I came here to live.  THis island
        has properties, things I can’t explain.  You
        think all there is to life is being in
        mothrefucking movies?

                ROSS
        I’m sorry, Sam.  I didn’t know.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        I don’t believe in the motherfucking astral
        plane or that shit, but there’s something here.
        I came to find out.  I feel better every day.
        My heart rate is lower, I’m two inches taller,
        my cholesterol is down.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Maybe your hair will grow back.

                CHANDALF
        Maybe your skin will change color.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Fuck both you all motherfuckers.

                PHOBE
        Where to now?

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Where else? INto the jungle.  You think
        I’m taking my chances with those torise
        motherfuckers?

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        It’s all part of her plan.  The tortosies do
        her bidding.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Someone tell that motherfucker to shut
        his mouth.

                RACHEL
        I think you just did.

Rachel takes Samuel Jackson’s other hand.  Joey sees this.  He looks at Phobe, she nods.

                JOEY
        Wait.

                CHANDALF
        What?

                JOEY
        It’s not time for the jungle yet.

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        You need a motherfucking suntan first,
        motherfucker?

                JOEY
        No, first....we Need to dig.

EXT. BEACH - LATER
Ross and Rud dig with their hands through the sand.  The others wait, they’ve all been taking turns.  The hole is a few feet deep.

                PAUL RUD
        There’s something here.

                ROSS
        I feel it too!  Joey, your intuition was correct.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        I’m beginning to see why our chances of
        success together are increased with this crew.

                CHANDALF
        What is it?

Rud and Ross pull out an old treasure chest. Sand pours off of it as they hoist it out of the hole.

                JOEY
        I’m afraid to open it.

                PHOBE
        But it was you who it called to?

                JOEY
        It didn’t call to me.  I just saw it.  Does a
        door call to be opened?  No, you just see it,
        walk to it.

                CHANDALF
        Why do the contents of this chest irk you?

                JOEY
        Because I know we cannot make sense of it.
        It will harm us.

                RACHEL
        You suggest we bury it again?  Leave it on
        the beach for the next band of travelers to
        open?

                ROSS
        This is lunacy.  We dug with our hands,
        spent energy to unearth this.  What kind of
        paleontologist digs up a tresure and then
        pursues it no further?

                PAUL RUD
        Open it then, NEw Ross.  You have the
        identical face to Ross, perhaps you have
        more of his courage.

                PHOBE
        Or maybe more of his foolhardy.

                ROSS
        Ross was a God.  In his image I am made,
        in his wisdom he will reveal himself in time.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        I’m going to open the chest.

                ROSS
        Stick to your sticking place, Mustache.
        I will open it.

Ross yanks open the heavy lid of the chest and peers inside.  He pauses, confused.  He reaches in and pulls out the only thing inside it:

Friends -- Season One, on DVD.

                ROSS (CONT’D)
        What is this sorcery?

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        Why are your faces on that thin box?

                SAMUEL JACKSON
        Why does that box call you motherfuckers friends?

                PAUL RUD
        This is some Photographyshop trickery.  Famous
        actors are no strangers to the potential of PhotographShop.

Phobe takes and opens the DVD box, begins to look through it.

                PHOBE
        The events of our lives.  The very events of our lives.

                ROSS
        Perhaps Ross left this for me, a method of giving me t
        he memories of his I could never have.

                RICHARD MUSTACHE
        It is from Monica.  From the astral plane.

                CHANDALF
        I fear I may be still in the asylum.  In reality, are
        there walls mere feet from my outstretched hands?
        Is this quest a fiction of my mind?

                JOEY
        Put that worry to bed, Chandalf.  We are all here
        and this is real.  Though I would be less worried if
        we were in fact figments of your imagination.

Phobe looks at her photo on the box, then she looks around the scene, across the river, up to the sky, toward the jungle.

                PHOBE
        To call it just a haunting would fall short.  It's a
        spiritual haunting, a haunting of humanity’s soul.        
        This place.  Did we come to it?  Or did it bring
        us itself?

END OF APISODE 2

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