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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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