Scene 6.14 - Clash Of The Titans
ANIMATION STYLE 7
Halls Of The Supreme Council, Rio’s Veldt, 5th Dimension.
MS: TITAN THREE shaking CLARKE
(At least I think that sometimes I'm the coolest guy I ever met even if no one else thinks that, so I'm gonna just slip in, do my business and slip back out like a 61st-anniversary copulation or a trip to the portable-potty at an outdoor-wedding. I'm the cameo of the cameos, but I have to ensure I stay involved, even if they have to resurrect my body or my libido to do it. Like when I show someone how to tie line on a hook or a lure while fishing I always say exactly what I learned to say: “I’m only gonna show you this once,” I am only gonna write this once. Here’s how you tie a loose-end to catch a conclusion. I portray myself as JYNX. TITAN ONE is KID ONE. TITAN TWO is KID TWO. TITAN THREE is KID THREE. TITAN FOUR is CAMEO FOUR. TITAN FIVE is CAMEO THREE. TITAN SIX is CAMEO TWO. Two of the ladies were the two old bittys in the I-B-S studio, the other is FEMALE COMPUTER. The German Shepard from the Nazi chapter and the other dog we’ve seen in just about every other chapter both roam about and receive little commentary and little notice. The Halls Of The Supreme Council are massive and the arches to the doorways and columns in the room stretch hundreds of feet above, like standing at the ground level in a humongously-massive valley with clumps of rising-to-the-sky-Redwoods and patches of berry-making-bushes and a scattering of slowly-growing stalagmites and dips of scattered cave-pools and deep ravines holding crystal-clear creeks that give way to great dunes of fine, wind-blown sand. The odd room is lit from sunbeams pouring through an unseen canopy and there are many shadowed areas in the expansive room that dot-across a dusty, sandstone-and-granite flagstone, natural-mosaic floor. The room is decorated with examples of flora and fauna to appear more as an African veldt more-than anything else. African Violets dominate; being the primary, secondary-color compliment to the pastel pride -- [see below]. The dogs chase one another and play when not written into the action. The TITANS are giganticly-preportioned; ranging between seven and twelve feet tall. They all have telekenesis, telepathy and super-human strength. When interacting with human consciousness, they choose the appearance of three young boys and three middle-aged ladies. A person may feel-free to add business to this scene; i.e. physical slapstick. The Titans are mythical; they are the undisputed rulers of The Cosmos and they are all quite moody at times and they are seldom in agreement about anything. They are clad in skin-tight, nylon, secondary-colored, air-brushed body-suits respectively-adorned with hyena markings, tiger stripes, leopard rings, panther sheen, cheetah dots and lion hair. TITAN THREE holds CLARKE aloft, easily lifting him by bunching-up the cloth at CLARKE’S chest into his football-sized fist. CLARKE remains calm. The Titans voices are booming and echo-ey. THE BARON and ROMEO look on, afraid and only sure of one thing: These "mythical beings" are quite real here. SOUND: Echo-Underscore the lines of the actors to give it a haunted, surreal tone.)
CLARKE
Please, by "mental constructs," I merely meant that our attempts to rationalize others like yourself while in a type-three paradox-
TITAN THREE
(Smiling, ready. Euphemistic, subtle:) Fight me!
(A hand-to-hand fight ensues. CLARKE gets a beating for a while and then comes back with a few tricks of his own and TITAN THREE pulls out the stops and kinda almost loses his cool about getting a spanking but eventually bests CLARKE by lifting him with his mind. Inwardly, he is quite impressed at this mere-mortal’s mettle.)
JYNX V.O.
(Distant; echo-ey:) Hope.
TITAN THREE
You fail to understand; we know what you’ve been doing. We know what’s gonna happen. Any attempt to bargain with us is useless.
(Using powers, casually-tosses CLARKE ten feet away. CLARKE thuds into a sand dune, feeling lucky that his neck didn’t snap.)
CLARKE
I merely meant that you're not real, only constructs in our minds and you cannot willingly cause us true harm-
TITAN ONE
Silence! (Picks him up and lifts him high.) It’s too late for your friends; they’ve chosen to do things their way. Either you do this our way, or we’ll put you back on the shelf.
POV: CLARKE
(We suddenly notice along the cave wall, a ledge of nude, inanimate, human dolls in various postures of repose. None are recognizable, even by gender, nor do they have any specific features about them that make one more notable than another. The ledge holds the long line of dolls some twenty-five feet above ground. It stretches beyond the room’s horizon. A nude parade of souless meat.)
ROMEO
We just want things to be right again.
TITAN SIX
So do we. Verne Zero has lost his mind. Hasn’t he, Baron?
THE BARON
Now hold on-
TITAN FIVE
Silence! (Back-hands THE BARON; sending him flying. THE BARON is also-relieved that his neck didn’t snap.) You got two choices. Either go where we tell you and work on our problem, or go back the way you came and try to solve your problems on your own.
TITAN FOUR
You have messed with us more than any other has ever dared. Did you know that Zero imploded The Universe?
CLARKE
Yes. Can you please put me down gently? Thank you. Affirmative. We were made aware of that fact shortly after the occurence.
TITAN TWO
You’re real lucky we caught that one. You should have come to us earlier; it all would have been so easy to fix.
ROMEO
We only just now were able to-
TITAN THREE
(Lifts ROMEO as he had lifted CLARKE to end the fight -- with his mind. ROMEO braces for being tossed, but instead, TITAN THREE carries him to an area a few feet away.) Little toy! So nice you could visit! You want to see reality? Look in that pool! (Drops ROMEO, to ROMEO’S relief. A shallow pool of water begins reflecting another reality. A reality where all cast members are aboard a strange, saucer-looking spaceship built on a frame of three horizontal columns. An upside-down Tellusian water-slider. It’s marked U.S.S.S. Enrapture NCC-420. We see that it’s orbiting Tellusia. An unterraformed yet tamed multi-earth-tone-colored mud-ball known as New Trinity looms in the background. From the pool, faint audio is heard, sounding like a vinyl record with a scratch, or a scratched C-D endlessly repeating itself into feedback. Fields of video pass before the video repeats itself, apparently caught in a time-loop.) That’s reality. That’s a real ship. How do you think you’re gonna get back without us?
ROMEO
That’s us? I- I didn’t know.
TITAN FIVE
Not you, toy. You have three problems, and we've got one. You help us, we help you.
BARON
Only one problem?
TITAN ONE
One big problem. (We see ripples in the pool and hear water tinkling in.) Bell-shazzar! No!
(The dog quickly yelps a reply and scurries to join the German Shepard who was peacefully resting under a date tree.)
CLARKE
What can we do to help?
TITAN FOUR
Funny you should ask. Ever heard of the maroon room?
THE BARON
The maroon room? Say, what’s this about?
TITAN TWO
Okay wise guy, I'll tell you what this is about, even though it truly applies to your better half. (Is that truth from a Titan, or sarcasm? Upon hearing a mere idiom in that direction, the sensitive and immaculate BARON self-confirms his erroneous belief that he is truly the embodiment of the evil side of the initial VERNE division. The Titan knows the mortal's belief is erroneous, yet since he has no sympathy for those who cannot recognize Titanic sarcasm on a planetary level, he doesn't seem to care how his words might have come across to THE BARON.) Do you believe in ghosts, Baron?
THE BARON
(Pause.) No.
TITAN THREE
Just because you can’t perceive something doesn’t mean it isn't there. Hail, Titan!
(HEINLEIN emerges from the shadows.)
HEINLEIN
Ya got me. Mythical or not, I don’t want no trouble from any of ya...
(One dog barks. Better late than never. A Canine Master Of The Obvious.)
TITAN FIVE
Nebuh-Caw-Nezzar! Quiet! This is supposed to be like Africa... Be like a Besengi, no barking!
CLARKE
Mr. Heinlein -- you followed us?
HEINLEIN
I had to know what you were up to. Dealing with our phantasmic folklore, huh? We Heinleins own almost half of this planet and we run the other half, believe me, we all know what this is about... Whether my Supreme Council status has been suspended or not, I still have a right to know what in pear pie is going on all up in here. You beating up my friends? What’s this all about, guys?
TITAN SIX
(Scoops up HEINLEIN like an infant. Holds him endearingly.) I’ll tell you what this is aw-about, wittle Wio. You've always been so sweet. We wuv you. Sure, we know dis is your cwib, but it’s weally a cwib own-wee bee-cawz you’re still a wittle bitty baby to us. So you gotta go pway.
HEINLEIN
Put me down! What kid of deals are you making with these men?
TITAN SIX
Arthur and Womeo and De Baron are going to go work in the pwaypen in da mawoon woom to patch-up a few errant wealities for us and you’re gonna go help the others to see it our way for a change -- out in Verne’s wittle sandbox, okay-bee?
HEINLEIN
No, not okay-bee. Put me down already! I- I don’t understand what you're saying. What others? What sandbox?
TITAN FOUR
Are we decided?
TITAN ONE
For once, we’re all in agreement.
TITAN FIVE
No, we were also all in agreement when we decided not to go with paisley.
TITAN FOUR
And we all agreed that the jungle theme was way-better than the Southwestern motif...
TITAN THREE
And we all thought Make Them Watch Slowly was still a better movie than Udderly Delicious.
TITAN TWO
And we all agreed that we disagree too much.
THE BARON
I think you’re all around each other too much.
TITAN SIX
Let’s continue this discussion out-of-earshot of all the toy and its makers. Here, Rio, here’s a pacify-uh. (Gives him a titanic, lit, joint.) And a wittle wattle you can pway wiff.
(A small, unusual rattle.)
HEINLEIN
Let me go already!
TITAN SIX
Okay-bee! (Drops HEINLEIN. HEINLEIN disappears before reaching the ground.) Whoops! Imagine that! I’m so clumsy!
CLARKE
Wh- Where did he go?
TITAN SIX
(Laughs:) Ha! Nowhere. I dropped him into the black room.
CLARKE
The black room!
TITAN FIVE
You should be more worried about where you’re going, Arthur.
CLARKE
Wh- Where am I going?
TITAN ONE
Romeo, Arthur, Baron. It’s been real and it’s been fun, but I can’t say it’s been real fun. Come back and talk to us when you’ve all got a little more to offer. Peace out, homeys.
(The three men vanish.)
TITAN FIVE
Now what were we talking about before we were so rudely interrupted?
TITAN ONE
I was talking about The New Chicago Alleycats getting a different pitcher this year.
ALL OTHERS
Sports, we won’t agree.
TITAN TWO
Well, I was talking about the revelations of St. Desiree Of The Gardens-
ALL OTHERS
Religion, we won’t agree.
TITAN THREE
If conservatives will outnumber the liberals in the House next year-
ALL OTHERS
Politics, we won’t agree.
TITAN FOUR
And I was thinking it was gonna rain...
ALL OTHERS
We’ll never agree on the weather.
TITAN FIVE
How about art? We all like the museums...
ALL OTHERS
Forget it.
TITAN SIX
I guess that only leaves the one thing we always agree upon.
(She produces an example of the category of: “titanic-to-the-titanic of hog-legs.”)
ALL OTHERS
Do we have to use telepathy? Spark it, baby!
(The Titans gather in a circle and sit crossed-legged on the floor on quiet-time mats, kindergarten-style. Lights dance about the cavern, the dogs join the Titans to get a contact high.)
TITAN SIX V.O.
(Enjoying the hit, passes it. Doesn’t move lips, only smiles.) Ummm, dipped in Merlot. I’m glad we all have finally-reached a consensus.
ALL OTHERS V.O.
Umm-hmmm!
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