Super16/Transcript

Transcript for Super16, episode 11 of Trichotomy.

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 INT: THE D. JAMES SOCIETY, NIGHTTIME  On the dancefloor, an assortment of clubbers seen dancing to the music.  CUT: At the decks, The Antler Man is seen, headphones and sunglasses equipped, leaned over his decks, really into the tunes.  ''The tune ends, ending off tonight's performance. He puts his hands in the air, followed by applause.''  ''CUT: Wide shot of the dancefloor a few minutes later. Most of the clubbers have left, but Sylvia is still there. She is seen walking towards the decks, where the Antler Man is still standing.''  ''CUT: Closer shot of the decks, the Antler Man is packing up his records. Sylvia enters the shot.''  SYLVIA:  Antlers!  The Antler Man turns to face Sylvia.  SYLVIA: (Cont'd)  Great set as usual. Say, you got some, well, some recommendations for me?  The Antler Man looks interested.  THE ANTLER MAN:  I Care Because You Do?  Sylvia nods, she's already listened to it.  THE ANTLER MAN: <p style="text-align:center;"> Bluff Limbo? <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Sylvia nods again. The Antler Man looks away for a moment, thinking of an album she may not have listened to.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> He looks back at her. <p style="text-align:center;"> THE ANTLER MAN: <p style="text-align:center;"> I dunno, Analog Worms Attack? <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Oh, of course! Crime not to hear that one! <p style="text-align:center;"> ''The Antler Man looks at her for a moment, a bit tired. He starts looking through his records he played, he grabs one out.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> THE ANTLER MAN: <p style="text-align:center;"> Y'know, just take this. <p style="text-align:center;"> He hands the record to Sylvia. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: Sylvia, looking at the album cover. She doesn't seem to have heard this one before.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Huh, never heard this one. <p style="text-align:center;"> CUT: The Antler Man. <p style="text-align:center;"> THE ANTLER MAN: <p style="text-align:center;"> You may like it, pretty fast stuff. <p style="text-align:center;"> BACK TO: Sylvia, looking at the album cover. <p style="text-align:center;"> INT: APARTMENT, BEDROOM <p style="text-align:center;"> ''In Sylvia's bedroom, we are focused on a turntable, record on the platter. Sylvia's hand comes onscreen, turning on the turntable. She puts the needle on the groove.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> CUT: Sylvia, headphones on, looking eager for what awaits her. <p style="text-align:center;"> After a beat, we see her expression of eagerness change slowly, showing more and more an expression of horror, this album is absolutely terrible. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: The turntable, now on the record's B-side. We've reached the end, and we see the needle go into the runout. Text appears onscreen.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> 30 minutes later... <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: Sylvia, headphones still on, she has a noticeable glare on her face. She slowly takes off her headphones.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: A different part of the room, we see a dresser with a telephone on it. Sylvia comes onscreen and starts dialing a number. She puts the phone to her ear.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> Beat. <p style="text-align:center;"> THE ANTLER MAN: (On the phone) <p style="text-align:center;"> Antler Enterprises speaking. <p style="text-align:center;"> Sylvia takes a deep breath in. <p style="text-align:center;"> THE ANTLER MAN: (On the phone) <p style="text-align:center;"> ...hello? Who is this? <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> You don't deserve my name anymore, I didn't like the album, that's all you need to know. <p style="text-align:center;"> THE ANTLER MAN: (On the phone) <p style="text-align:center;"> ...oh. Well uh, i'm sorry, I gue-- <p style="text-align:center;"> She hangs up the phone mid conversation. <p style="text-align:center;"> EXT: BIRDBUSTER, NIGHTTIME <p style="text-align:center;"> ''A video store, it is called Birdbuster. It's a blue building surrounded by larger buildings.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> INT: BIRDBUSTER <p style="text-align:center;"> At the counter, a bored worker is seen, wearing a uniform consisting of a blue button shirt and a blue hat. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Sylvia comes onscreen, a huge stack of DVDs in her arms, and puts them on the counter. The worker is surprised.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> WORKER: <p style="text-align:center;"> Uh, having a big movie night? <p style="text-align:center;"> CUT: Sylvia. <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> No. I listened to a bad album and I want to fill the void left by it. <p style="text-align:center;"> BACK TO: The worker, even more surprised. <p style="text-align:center;"> INT: APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM <p style="text-align:center;"> ''In the living room. Sylvia is seen sitting by the couch, staring into the TV blankly. A door is heard opening.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> What are you doing? <p style="text-align:center;"> CUT: Side shot of Sylvia, Linda seen in the background, standing by the door, looking confused. <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Trying to watch every movie ever made. You? <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Linda raises an eyebrow, she walks towards the TV. She picks up the stack of DVDs Sylvia rented. She flips through them.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> What even are some of these? Brazil...Network...Clockwork Orange...Videodrome? <p style="text-align:center;"> She chuckles for a bit. <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: (Cont'd) <p style="text-align:center;"> Oh, you'll be in for a ride when you watch that! <p style="text-align:center;"> Ryan comes in through the door, he tugs Linda by the shoulder. <p style="text-align:center;"> RYAN: <p style="text-align:center;"> Hey, you ready to go shopping? <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Linda nods at Ryan, He looks at Sylvia, and his eyes widen. He looks back at Linda.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> RYAN: <p style="text-align:center;"> What is she doing? <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> She's trying to watch every movie ever made. Y'know, typical Sylvia stuff. <p style="text-align:center;"> Sylvia looks over at the two, not turning her head. <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> You wanna watch with me? It's gonna be a loooong day. <p style="text-align:center;"> CUT: Close up of Ryan and Linda. <p style="text-align:center;"> RYAN: <p style="text-align:center;"> Depends, what are you watching? <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Blues Brothers. <p style="text-align:center;"> Ryan expression brightens up, he runs offscreen onto the couch. <p style="text-align:center;"> RYAN: <p style="text-align:center;"> I'm in! <p style="text-align:center;"> Linda now looks a little irritated at Ryan ditching the shopping plans. <p style="text-align:center;"> She gives a light groan and leaves the room. <p style="text-align:center;"> CUT: Side shot of Sylvia and Ryan. <p style="text-align:center;"> RYAN: <p style="text-align:center;"> First time watching this? <p style="text-align:center;"> Sylvia nods. <p style="text-align:center;"> RYAN: <p style="text-align:center;"> Oh, you'll be in for a treat, this is the twenty-four thousandth, five hundredth and ninety-seventh time I've seen this. True masterpiece, if you ask me. <p style="text-align:center;"> Beat. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: Same shot of the two, they have finished the movie. Sylvia looks blissfully shocked.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Oh my god. You were right, that was pretty good... <p style="text-align:center;"> Ryan nods, smirking. <p style="text-align:center;"> EXT: BEASTRILL CITY STREETS, DAYTIME <p style="text-align:center;"> Linda is seen walking along a sidewalk, holding a paper bag of groceries in her arms. <p style="text-align:center;"> We follow her as she walks along the street, she still looks pretty miffed about Ryan. <p style="text-align:center;"> She stops suddenly, looking up to the right. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: An unusual building, seemingly a store for psychic reading. It is predominately purple in color.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> BACK TO: Linda, she chuckles, and walks curiously into the store. <p style="text-align:center;"> INT: PSYCHIC STORE <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Dark, but somewhat comforting, the shop is riddled with shelves of photos and jars containing organic parts. Linda comes in through a door.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> She looks around the store, impressed. <p style="text-align:center;"> ???: <p style="text-align:center;"> Welcome, my child. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Linda bats her head around the store, surprised by the voice. She then looks towards the camera, past us.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: A darker part of the store. A cylindrical table is seen, with candles lit on each side and two chairs against it. A humanoid goat is seen sitting in one of them. She seems to be some kind of PSYCHIC. She is wearing purple-pink clothing.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Linda comes on screen, slowly stepping towards the other chair. She takes a seat.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> CUT: Side shot of the two. <p style="text-align:center;"> PSYCHIC: <p style="text-align:center;"> And what brings you here? <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Your door? I don't know, you tell me. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: Close up of the psychic. She puts her hands together and closes her eyes, she's "analyzing" what brought Linda into her store.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> PSYCHIC: <p style="text-align:center;"> Were you brought here... by chance? <p style="text-align:center;"> BACK TO: Linda, now smiling lightly, amused by the psychic. <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Well, what do you think? <p style="text-align:center;"> BACK TO: The psychic. <p style="text-align:center;"> PSYCHIC: <p style="text-align:center;"> I believe...you have, correct? <p style="text-align:center;"> BACK TO: Linda. <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Correct. <p style="text-align:center;"> BACK TO: The psychic. <p style="text-align:center;"> PSYCHIC: <p style="text-align:center;"> I hear...someone is calling out to me. It...it is your relative, one you loved very much. <p style="text-align:center;"> BACK TO: Linda, now grinning even more. <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Who is it? <p style="text-align:center;"> BACK TO: The psychic, looking a little conflicted for a second, this quickly fading back into muted confidence. <p style="text-align:center;"> PSYCHIC: <p style="text-align:center;"> They are your grandfather...Ronald. <p style="text-align:center;"> BACK TO: Linda, she looks unconvinced. <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> ...he isn't dead. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: Wide shot of the two, Linda gets up off her chair, she's seen enough. The psychic opens her eyes, now a little disheartened.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> Linda produces a single dollar. <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> I know this service prolly cost me a fortune, but I'll just give you this dollar of pity. <p style="text-align:center;"> She places it on the table. <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: (Cont'd) <p style="text-align:center;"> Use it wisely. <p style="text-align:center;"> CUT: Front shot of the the psychic, Linda picks up her groceries and exits the store. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''The psychic picks up a book, seemingly a collection of spells. Seems she wants to curse Linda.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> INT: APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM <p style="text-align:center;"> ''We are focused on the door to the living room. It opens to reveal Linda, groceries still in hand.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Hey Ryan, I got th--GOOD GOD! <p style="text-align:center;"> She immediately looks away to her left, absolutely mortified. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: Wider shot of the living room. Sylvia is still sitting on the couch, but she's only seen from the neck up.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Uh, Sylvia...why...why are you naked? <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> It got a bit warm in here. Besides, you should of knocked if you were going to react like this! God, you remind me of my dad... <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> I think I'll go outside for a little bit... <p style="text-align:center;"> She closes the door. <p style="text-align:center;"> EXT: BEASTRILL CITY STREETS, NIGHTTIME <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Linda is seen walking down the sidewalk again. She just so happens to be walking by The D. James Society.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Suddenly, the entrance doors blow open to reveal two security guards holding a man by each arm. They throw him out. This is BRODY GERMITS, a humanoid badger. He works as a news anchor for the local news channel in Beastrill City. At the moment, he is wearing a white shirt with blue jeans. He looks completely intoxicated.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> BRODY: <p style="text-align:center;"> Ah...you assholes, I...I will... <p style="text-align:center;"> ''He groans, he's too intoxicated to even make a threatening comeback. He takes notice to Linda.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> BRODY: <p style="text-align:center;"> Hey! Lady... <p style="text-align:center;"> He stumbles towards her. <p style="text-align:center;"> BRODY: (Cont'd) <p style="text-align:center;"> Can...can you bring me to...I don't know...where you live? <p style="text-align:center;"> CUT: Upwards facing shot of Linda. <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Um, don't you have a home? <p style="text-align:center;"> BRODY: <p style="text-align:center;"> God...I don't even know where I live! Did I ever even have a home? <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: Wide shot of the two. Brody collapses from his drunkenness. With no real alternative, Linda grabs Brody's legs and drags him back to the apartment.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> INT: APARTMENT, HALLWAY <p style="text-align:center;"> ''In the hallway of the apartment, Linda comes in shot, and arm around Brody. They are passing by the living room. Brody attempts to open the door in his drunken stupor.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Linda takes notice of this. She looks at the door, but turns back to bring Brody somewhere else.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> You wouldn't like that room. <p style="text-align:center;"> INT: LINDA'S BEDROOM <p style="text-align:center;"> ''We are focused on the door, the room is dark. The door blasts open to reveal Linda, she comes in, holding Brody, calmly dumping him on the floor. She flips a lightswitch in the room.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> Linda walks offscreen, probably getting ready for bed. <p style="text-align:center;"> EXT: APARTMENT COMPLEX, MORNING <p style="text-align:center;"> Establishing shot of the apartment complex early in the morning. <p style="text-align:center;"> INT: HALLWAY <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Front facing shot of the hallway. From the very end, Brody emeges, extremely hungover, seemingly without a clue where he is. He stumbles across the hallway.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> INT: LIVING ROOM <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Focused on the door. Brody enters the room, now holding a partially-eaten sandwich.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: Side shot of Sylvia, still watching TV. Brody walks towards her.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> BRODY: <p style="text-align:center;"> Hey kitty, can I sit here? <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Sylvia beckons him onto the couch, without looking away. He takes a seat.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: Sylvia and Brody on the couch. Brody takes another bite of his sandwich.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> BRODY: <p style="text-align:center;"> So, uh, what are you watching? <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Some black and white movie, has a really deformed dude. <p style="text-align:center;"> Brody watches the offscreen TV, looking intrigued. <p style="text-align:center;"> BRODY: <p style="text-align:center;"> Um...how long have you been here? You look pretty exhausted. <p style="text-align:center;"> Sylvia takes a moment to think about it. <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> I dunno, 30 hours? I've seen like eight films in that time. <p style="text-align:center;"> Brody looks a little shocked. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''This soon forms into a grin, however. He's just found an opportunity.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> BRODY: <p style="text-align:center;"> ...would you be interested in making some profits off this, perhaps? <p style="text-align:center;"> Sylvia raises an eyebrow, she turns to Brody. <p style="text-align:center;"> BRODY: (Cont'd) <p style="text-align:center;"> I'm an anchor for a local station. We could air you on the news in a little review segment, like those newspaper critics! I say you'd be better then Ebert! <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Sylvia takes a moment to consider. Her raised eyebrow goes down. She turns back to face the TV.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Go ahead. <p style="text-align:center;"> Brody's expression looks overjoyed, he jumps off his couch and runs out the room. <p style="text-align:center;"> Beat. <p style="text-align:center;"> RYAN: (O.S) <p style="text-align:center;"> Are you getting off that couch anytime soon? <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: Side shot of Sylvia, Ryan seen in the background. He looks worried.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> No. <p style="text-align:center;"> Ryan frowns. <p style="text-align:center;"> RYAN: <p style="text-align:center;"> You can't keep at this forever. You're gonna die soon if you keep at this, I guarantee it. <p style="text-align:center;"> He leaves the room. <p style="text-align:center;"> INT: LINDA'S ROOM <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Back to Linda, she is seen in bed, watching television and eating a bowl of popcorn. Text appears onscreen.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> TWO DAYS LATER <p style="text-align:center;"> ''CUT: The television screen, the news is on. Brody Germits is again seen in a newsroom, he is now wearing a blue suit. He has finished reporting on the news.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> BRODY: <p style="text-align:center;"> Truly horrible stuff going on in Beastrill City these days, how exactly is one supposed to cope? Well, with new movies, of course! Time now for The Cinephile Hour with Sylvia Dixens! <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Applause is heard. Brody's peppy expression fades away, he leans towards offscreen camera people.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> BRODY: (Quietly) <p style="text-align:center;"> God, people actually call themselves that? <p style="text-align:center;"> CUT: Sylvia on the couch, a microphone is by her, she looks even more tired then before. <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Mission Impossible 2? I don't believe in aliens personally, but I do sure believe this movie is pure bullshit! <p style="text-align:center;"> Her rating is shown onscreen, she has given it a 3/10. <p style="text-align:center;"> CUT: From behind her now, she turns around to face the audience. <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> What Women Want? 'S definitely not what I want, that's for sure. <p style="text-align:center;"> Her rating is shown, this time it's a 1/10. <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Although my ratings trend towards the negative, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel, as I saw Almost Famous! ...yeah, it was cool. <p style="text-align:center;"> Her rating is shown, a 9/10. <p style="text-align:center;"> CUT: Wide shot of Linda's bedroom, Linda looks absolutely shocked at what she has seen. <p style="text-align:center;"> BRODY: (On the TV, faintly) <p style="text-align:center;"> Well... cinema really has gone downhill hasn't it? <p style="text-align:center;"> Linda leaps out of her bed, running offscreen. <p style="text-align:center;"> INT: LIVING ROOM <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Sylvia, as usual, is still there, watching more movies. Wads of cash are sitting next to her on the couch.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> Linda bursts in through the door, looking furious. <p style="text-align:center;"> LINDA: <p style="text-align:center;"> Are you trying to publicize your own death or something?! <p style="text-align:center;"> Sylvia bats her eyes inattentively towards Linda, they quickly return to the television. <p style="text-align:center;"> More coming soon.