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               A Screenplay by
               Sean Ryan
               
	        UTOPIA-1
               (The Awakening)
                
               Copyright 2003/2004
               registered with the 
               Screenwriter's Guild
               All Rights Reserved

               
               Contact: seansshack@oceanfree.net
               EXT. SPACE - ENDLESS AND DARK.

               A dark shape slowly materializes. The moon's dark side. The
               moon rotates showing a man-made complex, lit with high-tech
               building structures. It is encased in a transparent dome. 

               MONTAGE DURING INSERTS

               Facility construction, 

               The EIFEL tower melting in nuclear explosion. 

               Street riots. 

               The Earth's surface, hordes of abandoned satellite
               equipment.

               The earth's surface, littered with storms.



               INSERT: COMPUTER TEXT SCROLLS ACROSS THE SCREEN

               2010: Global warming worsens. Scientists forecast
               increasing climate changes and overcrowding, prompting the
               search for alternative real estate off-planet.

               2015: Development starts on the Earth's first off-planet
               facility, on the moon. Project name : Utopia-1.

               2020: A nuclear bomb explodes in France during global peace
               talks, most of the World's leaders perish. Governments
               fall. Terror rules. A Global Government is formed. 

               2022: Utopia-1 is rushed into completion fuelled by 3rd
               party funding and fear of more attacks. Entrance fee - Ten
               million.

               2025: The first inhabitants move into Utopia-1. A safe
               location for Government, being beyond the range of
               conventional nuclear weapons. Tonight all that will change.

               BACK TO SCENE



               EXT. UTOPIA-1 - ABOVE A CITY - NIGHT 

               FRANK WEBSTER is standing in the centre of a bay window. He
               is the Global President, tall, mid fifties and average
               weight.



               INT. UTOPIA-1 - PRESIDENTS OFFICE - NIGHT

               A man enters the room. He is DAVID MARSH, aid to the
               President.

                                   DAVID MARSH
                             (American accent)
                         Mr. President. They are ready for
                         you now.

               Frank Webster turns to face Marsh. He nods, but doesn't
               speak.

               Marsh leaves the room, moments later Webster follows.

               Earth shown through the window. The view is from Utopia-1. 



               INT. UTOPIA-1 - CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT   

               Marsh stands with various officials and Military figures as
               Webster enters.

                                   WEBSTER
                         How are we looking?

                                   MARSH
                         Sir, the team is in place on the
                         vessel. Live feed is about to
                         start.

               The room lights up with huge definition 3D Holographic
               video, as various screens show different angles of the same
               location.

               The main screen shows a Satellite image of a large tanker
               rocking wildly in the stormy water.

               The 3D image shows first person view from one of the team
               members.

                                   WEBSTER
                         Who are we traveling with?

                                   MARSH
                         Sergeant Davidson.

               The 3D image clears as the perspective changes to live
               images.

               One man BREAKS from the group and makes his way to a higher
               position. The lone soldier climbs a ladder to a crane at
               the rear of the ship. He is MIKE SHAW, he aims his weapon
               at an unseen target.

               SNIPER SCOPE (NIGHT VISION):

               The scope FOLLOWS THE MAN for a few seconds, waiting for
               confirmation.

               The remaining group is split into two teams. Alpha team is
               lead by COMMANDER JACK PHILLIPS while Bravo is lead by SEAN
               DAVIDSON.

                                   PHILLIPS 
                             (INTO HEADSET)
                         Take him.

               THE SOLDIER FIRES. The bullet reaches its target with a
               DEAFENING THUD. The target FALLS.

                                   SHAW 
                             (INTO HEADSET)
                         Dropped him. Tango down. Moving
                         to over watch.

               With rehearsed precision, the remaining members SPLIT INTO
               TWO GROUPS. One group moves out of frame.

                                   PHILLIPS 
                             (INTO HEADSET)
                         Go GO Go. 

               INTERCUT: from room to room showing various precision
               kills. Bodies fall, rooms clear of smoke, both rooms fall
               silent with only the team members left standing.

               SCREAMING AND CRYING are the only sounds heard, as the
               hostages go into shock. 

                                   PHILLIPS
                             (American accent)
                         Secure the hostages and prepare
                         for transport.

               JACK PHILLIPS removes his Balaclava. He is leader of this
               special anti terrorist group. A large framed man in his mid
               forties looks fitter than men half his age.  

                                   PHILLIPS
                         How did we do, Sergeant Davidson?
                         Any better than your last unit?

               Davidson approaches Phillips. 

                                   DAVIDSON (O.S.)
                             (English accent)
                         Well the S.A.S. are good,
                         Commander Phillips, but not this
                         good.

                                   PHILLIPS
                             (Into Headset)
                         Command. Mission complete.
                         Request bomb disposal units and
                         evac.

                                   COMMAND 
                         Roger Commander Phillips. ETA 10
                         minutes. Cold ones are on me.

                                   PHILLIPS
                             (Into headset)
                         Always aim to please.

               Webster and the others start to clap.

                                   WEBSTER
                         Great work men, great work.

               Webster turns to Marsh.

                                   WEBSTER
                         Keep me informed on the device.
                         Time for a little showbiz.

               Webster turns and leaves the room.



               INT. UTOPIA-1 - CORRIDOR - NIGHT

               Webster approaches the end of the hallway where two men
               stand guard. 



               INT. UTOPIA-1 - BANQUET HALL - NIGHT

               The door opens. Webster is greeted with loud applause. He
               walks through the crowd standing at dinner tables and
               approaches the head table.

               The applause and CAMERA FLASHING continues until he reaches
               his seat. He motions the crowd to stop and the applause
               slowly drowns out.

                                   WEBSTER 
                             (speaking into
                              microphone)
                         Thank you, thank you. Adjustment
                         to a single global Government has
                         taken considerable work and
                         effort from us all. One problem
                         still plagues us no matter what
                         our cultural differences.
                         Terrorism. As I speak,
                         authorities are closing in on the
                         leader of one these groups,
                         Joseph Blake. Within hours he
                         should be in custody. These acts
                         of terror will no longer be
                         tolerated. No longer be funded.
                         We will hunt these people down
                         and we will treat them as they
                         have treated their victims.
                         With NO MERCY, with NO
                         COMPASSION. We will exterminate
                         them as the cancer there are.

               Everyone is on their feet now. A standing ovation.

                                   WEBSTER
                         There are no more hiding places.

               CLAPPING AND CHEERING. Webster whispers to Marsh.

                                   WEBSTER
                         Lets just hope we get the funding
                         we need to keep to this promise.

               Webster smiles to the crowd, raising both hands in a "V"
               for victory sign. The CROWD ROARS.



               INT. EARTH - SMALL DARKENED ROOM - NIGHT

               Nine military dressed bodies lie dead on a floor. The air
               is fresh with the smoke of gunfire. 

               A man sits back in a chair with a cigar in his mouth. He
               reaches into the pocket of one of the dead and removes a
               pack of matches. He LIGHTS the cigar and takes a long drag.

               He is JOSEPH BLAKE, leader of NEW WORLD ORDER. In his early
               forties. Slim with cropped graying hair.

               A woman in her mid twenties ENTERS. She is MARIA CROWE,
               Blake's second in command.

                                   BLAKE
                             (English accent)
                         Looks like we alter the schedule
                         a little. That was too close.

                                   CROWE
                             (South African accent)
                         Don't tell me the great Joseph
                         Blake is getting nervous?  When
                         do we leave?

                                   BLAKE
                         Immediately, Maria, immediately.

               Blake TOSSES the cigar across the room and it erupts in
               flames.



               EXT. MOONS SURFACE (DARK SIDE)

               A figure dressed in a space suit is taking slow moon steps.

                                   ENGINEER 1
                         Hey, quit goofing around. You
                         look like Neil Armstrong on
                         speed.

                                   ENGINEER 2
                         Yehaa. Come on dude , how in
                         sweet jesus can you not be
                         getting a buzz out of this shit.

               Engineer 2 slowly somersaults through the air.

                                   ENGINEER 1
                         Jesus, quit the shit will you. I
                         just don't like being on this
                         side. You've heard the stories?

                                   ENGINEER 2
                         Dude, don't tell me you believe
                         those freaky ghost stories?

                                   ENGINEER 1
                         I just want to get this unit
                         repaired so I can get out of
                         here.

               Engineer 2 leans over to open a toolkit. He turns back to
               Engineer 1 but he is gone.

                                   ENGINEER 2
                         Hey dude, quit with the fucking
                         magician disappearing act shit.

               Engineer two scans the area then pulls the life line
               between them, it is loose. He continues to pull the line,
               suddenly it stops. He pulls harder but with no luck.

                                   ENGINEER 2
                         What the fu...

               The life line rips in the other direction , and drags the
               man flat on his face across the surface towards a small
               crater.

                                   ENGINEER 2
                         Shiiiiittttt. Control, come in
                         control...

               He is dragged onto a crater and into a crater.

                                   ENGINEER 2
                         Jesus fucking christ ...

               Teeth and yellow eyes in the reflection of his helmet , the
               man screams as is dragged inside. 

               Snarls , screams and ripping flesh. Static. 

                                   CONTROL (O.S.)
                         Come in team 2.
                             (static)



               INT. UTOPIA-1 - PRESIDENTIAL OFFICE - NIGHT

               Webster is sitting at head of a u shaped table. The table
               seats ten other men and one woman. The door opens and Marsh
               enters the room.

               A large glass dome sits in the middle of the table. Encased
               in the dome is the Apollo 11 American flag still planted in
               the original spot on the Moon's surface. 

                                   WEBSTER
                         General Marshall. We understand
                         you have an update of the device
                         on the ship.

                                   GENERAL MARSHALL 
                             (on intercom)
                         That's correct Mr. President. It
                         was not the device we have been
                         hunting. Just a standard dirty
                         bomb, bound for London.

                                   WEBSTER
                         What? God damn it General.

                                   GENERAL MARSHALL
                         Sir, with all due respect we can
                         only act on the accuracy of
                         intelligence. 

                                   MARSH. 
                         After what this group did in '20,
                         it would be political suicide for
                         a repeat of that disaster.

                                   WEBSTER
                         To hell with politics. Think
                         about the casualties, the
                         disease, the panic. Keep on it
                         and keep me informed.

                                   GENERAL MARSHALL
                         Yes, Sir.

               Webster SLAMS THE TABLE with both hands in frustration.



               INT. EARTH - NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT

               Team is celebrating and looking drunk. Shaw is DANCING on
               the stage with a band. He joins in with the back up
               singers.

               Davidson and Phillips are absent from the crowd.

                                                              CUT TO:



               EXT. EARTH - EMPTY STREET - NIGHT

               It is dark and raining. The area is poor and slum like. 

               Davidson pulls his hood up,takes a mask out of his pocket
               and places it over his nose and mouth. He hails a cab. None
               can be seen.

               He walks, passing empty shops and street walkers.
               Everything is rundown and poorly maintained.

               Further on is a street riot. Police are dispersing the
               crowd with water cannons. He attempts to hail another cab.
               One stops.

                                   TAXI DRIVER
                         Get in, quick.

               Davidson gets in and the cab drives away.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. EARTH - PHILLIPS' HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

               Phillips is sitting at a Dinner Table with his wife and
               kids. Phillips' wife LISA, middle aged, blonde and fit,
               collects his plate and he kisses her on the cheek.

               His youngest Daughter DAYNA, 3 years of age, blonde hair,
               sits at his left hand side.

               She is hiding her face behind her hands, playing.

               Phillips copies her, sticking his tongue through his
               fingers. DAYNA copies his actions and starts to laugh. 

               Phillips stands up, smiles and picks the girl up in his
               arms. His older daughter GRACE, 5 years of age, also blond,
               runs over to join the hug and laughter.

                                                            FADE OUT.



               INT. EARTH - NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT

               The team are now locked together, arms around each others
               heads and singing. Shaw walks up to a blonde woman sitting
               on her own.

                                   SHAW
                             (Slurring slightly)
                         Hello there.

               The woman smiles. Shaw goes for a chair and SLIDES RIGHT
               BACK OFF COMING TO A HALT ON THE FLOOR. He is flat on his
               back.

                                   SHAW
                         Bollock.
                             (looking up at woman)
                         Could you give me a hand my dear. 

               Woman,looking down in disgust gets up and walks away.

                                   SHAW
                         Charming.

               Ryan and Dupee help him to a stool. MARTIN observes the
               scene from across the room.

                                   MARTIN
                         You keep getting it wrong Shaw.
                         She is supposed to fall for your
                         charms. Not the other way around.

               Shaw turns and gives her the finger.

                                   MARTIN
                         Always the charmer.

                                   SHAW
                         Just because you don't like men,
                         Jordan. No need to bust my balls.

                                   MARTIN
                         Most of my old boyfriends could
                         be described as men of sorts. But
                         describing you as a man, kind of
                         stretches the term a little.

               Shaw blows her a kiss from across the room. She catches it
               and smiles. Shaw turns to face Miller, Ryan and Dupee.

                                   SHAW
                         Another round? 

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. EARTH - DAVIDSON'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

               Davidson enters the bathroom. He is coughing heavily. He
               leans over a sink and throws up. A black ooze is in the
               sink. Lungs poisoned from the polluted smog outside.
               Davidson looks at his respirator and notices the tear.

                                   DAVIDSON.
                         Cheap foreign crap.

               Davidson THROWS it across the room into a trash bucket.

               He goes to the fridge. It is half full with bottles of
               spring water. He removes a bottle and opens it.

               Davidson lies down on the bed and removes a photograph from
               his wallet.



               INSERT: PICTURE:

               Two boys eight and ten, kneeling in front of a Christmas
               tree. A man, (not Davidson) has his arms around them. His
               face is strangely smeared.

               BACK TO SCENE

               He RAISES his bottle of water to salute.

                                   DAVIDSON
                         Night, lads.

               He takes a few sips of the water and turns on the large
               wall plasma screen. His eyes are watery.

               The screen fills with newscasts of street demonstrations
               and violence, different stations showing similar scenes.

                                   DAVIDSON 
                         Lovely fucking world.

                                                            FADE OUT.



               INT. EARTH - DAVIDSON'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 

               Davidson is lying on the bed. Something is ringing. 

                                   DAVIDSON.
                         Take call.

               The Plasma screen flickers and the face of Commander
               Phillips appears.

                                   PHILLIPS
                         We have a big problem. I have
                         assembled the team.

                                   DAVIDSON.
                         How bad?

                                   PHILLIPS
                         Can't say too much on this line.
                         Let's just say it's Global.
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