Pilot Scene 9
Elizabeth is at her desk writing when harper walks in.
Harper:
Someone just sent this through, said you would like to see it.
Elizabeth looks up at it and takes the document from Harper
Elizabeth:
Who was it?
Harper:
Some guy, said he used to work with you when you worked for that television company.
Elizabeth seems shocked
Elizabeth:
It wasn’t Mark was it?
Harper:
The writer? No some weird dude with glasses, said he worked on the social media team.
Elizabeth nods and begins reading the document.
Harper:
Wasn’t Mark your boyfriend?
Elizabeth:
He was.
Harper:
What happened?
Elizabeth:
Never date a genius.
Harper:
Why not?
Elizabeth’s eyes widen as she continues to read the paper.
Harper:
What is it?
Elizabeth:
Down stairs, are they covering the school?
Harper:
Yeah.
Elizabeth:
Any updates?
Harper:
He’s still there, they are trying to get demands to him. We have a source that believes they are going to storm the place.
Elizabeth:
Oh Mark.
She slowly places down the piece of paper.
Elizabeth:
We all told you not to do it.
Harper seems confused.
Harper:
What is it?
Elizabeth:
It’s the script for the pilot that is about to start shooting. The pilots written by Mark and it says that Incels deserve to die.
Harper:
A good time to be saying that. What are you going to do?
Elizabeth:
I’m going to write an article about it. Same old Mark Wilson taking out his personal vendetta on Incel’s. Sparking hatred and isolation for a group whose spend all their lives feeling hatred and isolation.
Harper:
He always seems so good on the TV. Is he really like that?
Elizabeth smiles sadly.
Elizabeth:
No but its what the media will want to hear.
end scene
That was the final word spoken. The twins launched from the earth and landed with a flurry of water and flame onto many waiting archers. A great wind rose up and Sirgrin lifted on his wingsuit and from above, he rained fire down upon the waiting Graul. Dusan found cover and from there he fired his metal tipped arrows into any Graul that fled from Sirgrin’s and the twin’s onslaught.
Suda stood back, still afraid to reveal himself, so it was Ogra who attacked the southern lord. A great many metal knives Ogra threw, all of them tossed aside and from the sky, the lord brought lightening that crashed into the ground with a tremendous bang. Ogra whipped his Lucrax forward, causing the Ilma lord to backtrack, hurling pieces of stone and water to deflect the spinning blade. More lightning strikes landed, causing Dusan and Loxa to take cover but Ogra ignored it all, constantly forcing back his enemy. There was another flash in the sky and a bolt of lightning charged towards Ogra, but he knew not who he faced. The Lucrax, made of a special metal, that channelled the power of the user, shot towards the heavens and the bolt of lightning soared into it. It glowed a violent red and with that increased power, Ogra drove it through the Ilma lord’s chest. His eyes dilated and a venomous curse fell from his lips as he collapsed at the feet of Ogra. The remainder of the Graul fell swiftly to their barrage and calm silence filled the near lifeless town.
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“I hate it.” Idris said as he walked in, pulling at his own red shirt. His red hair was combed backwards, held there by a band of leather.
“Behave.” Lavia said as she came in behind him. She now wore a gown of white, beautifully framing her body.
“Father.” Idris said, standing in front of Suda, hands on his hips, “Why do I have to wear this?”
A girl followed him in. She was also dressed in white, and she had a silver ribbon in her red hair. Alina, Suda’s oldest daughter, smiled at him. Finally, a toddler stumbled into the room. Belia was Suda’s youngest child, and she also pulled at the dress she was wearing.
Suda knelt in front of his son, “Now Idris.” His voice was stern, “Tonight we celebrate Gadrika and the food that he blessed us with. We must dress for such an occasion.” A smile appeared on Suda’s face, and he whispered, “And if you are good, I will let you stay up late to watch the fire dancers.”
A smile grew on Idris’s face, and he bounced on the balls of his feet.
Lavia coughed, “Have you forgotten Suda?”
“No I have not.” He replied as he stood and walked to his dresser. He pulled from it a small scabbard, which held a short metal knife. He turned, smiling at the young boy who watched the knife curiously, “Now Idris.” Suda knelt before his son, “Today you are six harvest festivals away from becoming a ward. For this reason, you shall receive your first blade, as I did at your age.” Idris smiled gleefully as Suda fastened the blade to the boy’s belt, “Look after it well. My father had it made for me.”
Idris nodded and charged out of the room, most likely to show his friends. Alina and Belia ran up to Suda expectantly.
“I have not forgotten you both.” He said and walking back to his dresser, he pulled out two bright red flowers. Kneeling beside them, he wove the stems into both of the girls silver bands, “These grow only in the soil around Amoradrage, or upon lands where the Drage family have lived. They are a gift from Livella, showing our connection to her. Wear them tonight and the vassal of light will bless this house.”
The two girls left, both standing taller, like grace personified.
Suda stood and kissed his wife upon her lips. From his desk he took up another cutting of livora and handed it to Lavia, “For the one who holds my heart.” He whispered.
She smiled and wove the flower into a loop at her breast. Together they left for the grand reception hall. Musicians played and Ilma from the merchant families danced, drank, and ate.
At their entrance there was silence and Suda stood, arm in arm with his wife and addressed the crowd, “Happy harvest to you all.” His voice echoed in the hall, “Bless Gadrika for the life that he has given to us. May the tapestry that he weaves continue to bring you all and the realm of Dragor prosperity. Today we shall celebrate the gift that Gadrika has given us and celebrate the gift of eachother. May the stars guide you all.”
A cheer went up in the hall and then the guests went back to their feasting and dancing. Suda stepped towards an old woman. Her hair was white, and her face wrinkled. She knelt by Alina and entertained the girl with a trick that made the fire the old woman produced, change colours. It was rare for a woman of the Ilma to be able to still use her power at that age. With every child of the Ilma born, the mother diminished, part of her own power going into the child. That was the reason twins were rare, or it was unusual for women to have more than three children. Lavia could barely produce a flame now but what she lost in power; motherhood gave back in beauty.
“Mother.” Suda smiled as he approached the old woman. Alina looked fondly at her father before running off to follow Idris. The old woman turned towards Suda.
“You look regal my son.” His mother said, her gaze fell downwards as she examined the sword at his belt.
“It suited father better.” He replied. His gaze swept across the party goers. He had spent many harvest festivals with his men, staying in inns where no one cared that he was the heir apparent to Dragor.
“Your father never liked the harvest festival.”
“He never liked celebrating.”
His mother gave a hearty laugh, “He was a pious man. He believed in celebrating the gods every day, but you are not cut from his cloth.”
Suda nodded as his mother left him in search of food. His father had not been a ward for any lord or learned much of fighting. Unlike all the other first born of the house of Dragor, his father had spent the years between his coming of age and his rise to lordship, studying in the church of Brinsita. Suda believed that was why, when need for battle came, that he had been wounded so badly.
Lavia came and kissed her husband before taking the children out to enjoy the festival. As he sat, Ordin and Loxa grabbed harps and began to sing for the hall. Their voices were sweet, and they sang songs of Gadrika, just as well as they sang songs of debauchery in small village taverns. As they sang, Sirgrin came and sat next to him, “My lord.” He whispered, “You should go to the square and be amongst your people.”
Suda’s heart warmed at the thought, but he shook his head, “My father never went out to the festival grounds.”
“Your father believed he must rule from inside these walls.” Sirgrin said, “But you are not your father, and you are well loved by the people. You can be a different lord than he.”
Others would not have spoken to him so, but Suda had helped raise Sirgrin and he trusted his counsel above most others.
Suda nodded and stood, his shirt feeling a bit lighter as he stepped out into the cool autumn air. Two Graul soldiers followed him, there red shirts shining, a black dragon embroided on their chests. People cheered at the sight of their lord and Suda walked through the streets, smiling at Graul and Ilma who danced and sang under the stars.
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Pilot: Scene 8
Pilot Scene 8
Mark enters into the set warehouse and looks around. Smiles at a worker before walking towards Sarah.
Mark:
Sarah, the concept art just came through.
Sarah walks over and takes it from him.
Sarah:
This is perfect. I will hand it over to our design team and see what they can come up with.
What do you reckon?
Mark looks over to the bar and pulls out his notebook.
Mark:
Yeah its great. Do you mind if I go and have a look?
Sarah:
It’s your set.
Mark walks over to a bar set and starts making some notes in his notebook.
Adam:
Mr Wilson.
Mark turns around and smiles.
Mark:
Yeah?
Adam:
Can I get you anything?
Mark:
A coffee would be great thanks. Adam right?
Adam:
Yes sir.
Mark: Just a coffee, milk no sugar. Cheers.
Adam disappears and Mark continues to look at the set. Suddenly Sarah comes back.
Sarah:
Like it?
Mark walks around the set.
Mark:
Yeah its perfect. How many days are we shooting in here?
Sarah:
You are booked in for four days before we tear the space down for a bedroom.
Mark looks around again.
Mark:
I can make it two. If we put a camera here and here. *Add que* the focal point of the scene stays just in this area. We can get both shots in one hit.
Sarah:
Would make our life easier on the day.
Mark:
Speak to Josh, the camera man, he will get the rigs set up.
Mark looks over at another set being built. He swallows hard.
Mark:
Is that the school?
Sarah smiles.
Sarah:
Yeah, should have it finished in a couple of days.
Mark:
Great. He pauses. I’m just going to have a walk around.
Adam:
Mr Wilson, your coffee.
Mark takes the coffee and starts walking around. He suddenly Notices Andrew sat at a desk.
Mark:
Hey.
Andrew stands up and the two men hug.
Mark:
What are you doing down here?
Andrew:
They are just sorting me out with wardrobe.
Mark:
Already?
Andrew:
Well no one seems to be able to tell me when we are going to start shooting.
Mark:
We are getting there.
Andrew:
Really?
Mark:
Yeah the pilots almost ready just finalising the last bit now. Trust me once we start it will fly by these things take time. Apparently
Andrew:
I know Mark this isn’t my first Tv show.
Mark laughs.
Mark:
No but it is mine. Trust me if I knew it was going to be this much trouble I would have took the teaching job and never been a writer.
Andrew:
I don’t know kid. I think you have a talent for it. I haven’t had the chance yet to thank you for this.
Mark:
It’s fine man really.
Mark leans on a table
Andrew:
How’s David?
Mark:
Grouchy as ever, I don’t know why he took this job but he’s likely to give himself a heart attack.
Andrew:
Probably wanted to get out the house. How is his wife?
Mark:
Fine yeah. Mark suddenly notices the screen. Horses?Andrew:
I’m not gambling I swear.
Mark stands up.
Mark:
Come on Andrew. You promised me when I got you this job that you wasn’t going to be gambling anymore. I have enough problems I can’t have you doi-
Andrew:
Mark, I just stuck it on. I’m not gambling I swear.
Mark:
Good.
A little bit of tension.
Mark:
Listen. Fancy getting a drink down the oyster tonight? Get out and forget all the nonsense going around.
Andrew:
Yeah sounds good
Mark:
Half seven then
Mark drinks his coffee. Andrew looks at him.
Andrew:
This school thing?
Mark:
It’s not going to be an issue. Hey I’ve got to get back I’ve left Daniel writing a scene and if I don’t get back he may have gone off my notes but trust me a couple of weeks and we can start shooting. This is the way to the top my friend. I assure you.
Andrew:
I believe you.
Camera pans around Andrew as he stares at the screen fiddling with a coin in his pocket.
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Pilot: Scene 7
Pilot Scene 7
Scene time: 1.12
David goes and meets Peter in a restaurant, he sits down with the studio head and the waitress comes over. Silent conversation as David orders.
Peter:
A salad is a bit light isn’t it.
David:
Mark usually grabs us all something greasy when he comes back from the studio. I’m looking forward to it.
Peter:
That stuff will kill you.
Peter stops as David looks down.
Peter:
I’m Sorry. How is Abby?
David:
She’s responding well to the treatment, the nights are still tough but I think she will get through it.
Peter nods.
Peter:
How are things going with the show?
David:
We are getting there slowly The last few pieces are fitting into place. Once we get the script finalised, we should be ready to start
Peter:
I’ve got studio heads chomping at the bit for this adaptation.
David looks up excitedly
Peter:
Not to mention the media hype that Mark’s working on the project.
David:
Anyone made us an offer yet?
Peter:
No. News keeps getting out about delays and casting troubles. People think we are dead in the water already.
David:
Daniel and Mark are putting together an amazing pilot and the books a best seller.
Peter shrugs
Peter:
A point we could get across if we had a media manager.
David:
No-one wants the role.
Peter:
Why?
David:
We keep making very public mistakes.
Peter:
Someone told me about a line in the book about children or something. Is it going to be an issue?
David:
Mark doesn’t think so
Peter:
What about everyone else?
David:
They think it’s going to be an issue. Only if it gets out though.
Peter:
Mark might be loved for his sharp wit and smile by teenage girls but the intellectuals hate him.
David:
That’s what you get for being a genius.
Peter:
It will get out and if It’s in the show it will re-surface in six months time.
David:
I know. But try telling that to a writer
Peter shrugs
Peter:
Send him to me, I will have a talk with him.
David:
You might be the only one who can get into him.
End Scene.
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Pilot: Scene 6
Pilot Scene 6
Daniel walks in where his assistant Louise was waiting for him.
Louise:
Good morning. Seen the news?
Daniel:
Let’s not go there.
Louise stands up and walks around to stand by Daniel.
Louise:
What does Mark thin8k?
Daniel:
That it won’t be an issue.
Louise:
It shouldn’t be. It’s not Mark’s fault that this stuff happens.
Daniel:
He doesn’t help though.
Louise sits down and smiles, pulling out a notebook.
Louise:
David ask you to work on an alternative scene?
Daniel sits down and looks nervous. Daniel:
Yeah.
Louise:
Where do we start?
Daniel:
We don’t.
Louise looks confused.
Louise:
Why not?
Daniel sighs.
Daniel:
I don’t know. It’s Mark’s scene. His favourite scene I think, I don’t want to tread on his toes.
Louise:
You are the writer you know.
Daniel:
So are you, would you want to do it?
Louise smiles.
Louise:
Change that scene? Hell no.
Daniel:
Then you know what I mean.
Louise:
So what are we working on?Daniel:
The confrontation for episode three.
Louise:
Mark wants us to write the confrontation?
Daniel:
So he says.
Louise:
I will print the pages.
Daniel:
Also print the two pages before.
Louise:
Why?
Daniel:
I want to work on the scene before first.
Louise:
The build-up scene, there is a full day of work in that.
Daniel:
We can’t write the confrontation without the scene before.
Louise:
We have the chance to work on a big scene. At Mark’s request might I add and you want to focus on the small scene before, that Mark would have you writing anyway. Why not get this scene done before he comes and does it all himself anyway instead of wasting our time on a build up scene.
Daniel:
One, we are paid to write the build up scenes and two, well Mark’s having a rough time with this on the news. He might not admit it but he is and I want to make sure this is perfect so we are going to work on the build up, get our setting and our frame of mind in the right place so that when I hand it to him, he isn’t going to want to change everything.
Louise stands up.
Louise:
I’m going to print those pages.
Daniel:
Can you print off Mark’s notes for this scene as well please. He will kill me if I don’t use them.
Louise shakes her head.
Louise:
Whatever you say boss.
“Release the flood.”
My heart stopped and my breath caught in my throat. I heard Selosa yell and saw the spit coming from her mouth. Borgarinda had power over water, yet he could not stop such a bombardment and I wondered what hope we would then have. Suddenly Selosa’s cry seemed to slow. The window’s shattered and I could see every shard, see every vibration as people screamed. I looked down at myself, amazed by the blue flames that seemed to dance upon my body. All of a sudden, those blue flames burst forth like a great swirling tornado. My aura charged at the oncoming wave with a crash that shook the tower. I screamed as the blue flames broke the control of the Thera-ilma, until Selosa and Aila smote them.
The wave crashed to the floor, and I fully released my aura, breaking the wave apart so that it fell harmlessly to the floor as a gentle wave. The hallway became silent as the Thera-ilma and Graul that remained fell to their knees, begging for our mercy.
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Pilot: Scene 5
Pilot Scene 5
Mark walks back into the office. Hugo and Beth have gone, Daniel and David are left seated.
David:
What was it?
Mark places the folder down on the table.
Mark:
New concept art for the warehouse.
Daniel:
Any good?
Mark sits down.
Mark:
I haven’t looked yet.
David:
Get someone to take them down to the studio today and give them to Sarah.
Mark:
I can do it.
David:
Send Anni, or one of the aids.
Mark:
It’s fine. I need to go see what they have done for the pub to see if I have all my ques sorted.
Daniel:
I thought we were going to look at the confrontation for Episode three?
Mark shrugs
Mark:
You can handle it.
Daniel looks startled.
David:
You are going to let him write it on his own?
Mark:
Don’t look so horrified, that’s what we hire script writers for.
Daniel:
This is a first.
David:
If you are sure
Mark:
What are you doing?
David:
I’m going to see Peter.
Mark:
After more money?
David:
I want to make sure we are still able to do our jobs.
Daniel:
Give him our best
David:
If that’s all gentleman then I think we better get to work.
David leaves the office. Daniel grabs his things and Mark stands up and opens up the folder.
Daniel:
Mark, thanks for letting me do this on my own.
Mark taps him on the shoulder.
Mark:
No worries its about time you did some things solo.
Daniel smiles.
Daniel:
Is there anything specific you want in it?
Mark:
No I trust you. *pause* You have book everything is in there.
Daniel:
So nothing?
Mark:
Nothing.
Mark goes off screen then hastily re-appears.
Mark:
Remember to put notes down for the choreographers they will try and do it all themselves but work with what is in the book.
Daniel nods. Mark turns to leave but turns back.
Mark:
Also don’t forget about the line for the scar.
Daniel:
Got it.
Mark:
And I want to see an advanced copy before it goes anywhere near David.
Daniel:
Alright.
Mark:
Yeah you got this.
Mark leaves, image fades. End scene
End scene
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Pilot: Scene 4
Pilot- scene 4
Andrew is asleep in the chair, betting channel is on the TV. Suddenly the door opens and Grace walks in with a coffee.
Grace:
Really?
Andrew is startled awake.
Grace:
I thought you were done with this?
Grace grabs the remote and turns off the Tv.
Andrew:
I wasn’t gambling, I was just watching the racing.
Grace looks at him in disbelief.
Grace:
For an actor you really are a bad liar
Andrew stands up and starts to rub his face, he takes the coffee that Grace offers him.
Grace:
You need to see this.
Grace turns the tv back on and changes it to the news. Andrew watches it show the hostage situation.
Andrew:
God dammit.
Grace:
Sound familiar
Grace comes up to him and starts hugging him.
Grace:
This is your chance to get back to where you were before that disgusting habit knocked you down. Don’t let anything ruin it.
Andrew Smiles.
Andrew:
Mark’s a good guy. If he keeps a level head then we go up together. You just wait and see.
Grace:
I need to go to work but I will be here when you get back movie star. *Flirtatious*
Grace releases him.
Andrew:
Soon.
Grace gives Andrew a peck on the cheek before leaving. Andrew runs a hand through his hair before turning the Tv back onto the betting channel.
End Scene
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