Ren Faire vs. Aliens - Act 1

Hm ren Fair Versus Aliens written by Harry Aspinwall.
Everybody was already all life. Nobody cares about the title.
Ren Fair Versus Aliens, Part one Exterior Battlefield day Dream
a battle rageous cries, clashing of steel, dull as though underwater.
Zoey Winter eighteen stands decked in resplendent armor, stained with
mud and blood. She wears a crown. She looks around everywhere.
Battle rages and her warriors are being cut down. One
swordsman Ben drops to his knees, clasping a fatal gut wound.
Another spearman Quinn, reaches out of blood soaked hand to.
Zoe, Please, my lady, save us.
Zoe is distraught. She pulls her sword from the chief,
but doesn't know which way to turn. A berserker Bridget,
face smeared with warpate, calls out.
To her and Queen, what should we do?
Zoe hesitates, I'm sure, sinister laughter resounds.
Quan this is.
Queen, a massive armored juggernaut. The enemy general looms over her.
Zoe raises her sword with shaking hands, true scooo oo.
Enemy warriors pour out from behind the general, overwhelming her.
Her sword flies from her hand, and she lands heavily
her ears ring. The General looms over her, stretching out
a brutal armored hand. Zoe fumbles for her sword, but
it's just out of reach. The ringing grows louder. Too late,
the General's hand closes over her face, blocking everything out.
The ringing reaches a crescendo, screechy, transforming into interior Winterhouse,
Zoe's bedroom day the ringing of her alarm clock. Zoe Winter,
recent high school grad, drags herself messily awake. Little armored
action figures with swords on her nightstand are scattered to
the floor as she tries to shut off the alarm.
She grabs her calendar and looks at it blearily. Today
the big day is circled. Zoe sighs. She rises and
gazes straight ahead at the wall.
I'm not sure about this?
What should I do?
On the wall is a poster of Game of Thrones
hero John Snow, looking pensive as ever.
You can do this, Zoe, I believe in you.
She smiles, Thank you.
It means a lot coming from you.
She leans in to kiss the poster once, then pulls
back a beat. Then she comes back in one more.
She kisses the poster. Interior Winterhouse Kitchen day. Zoe comes
downstairs very seriously practicing imaginary fight choreography sword swings with
her phone Mark Winter forties. Zoe's dad is at the
counter trying to wedge a spatula into a toaster morning
a tiger cub.
What are you doing?
I drop my staples with work card in the toaster.
Oh. She sits down and helps herself to a plate
of bacon and eggs. On the wall. Behind her is
a trophy shelf. It's completely empty save for one bronze
National Latin exam metal.
I have that dream again.
Yeah?
Wait, and that's my insurance card.
He continues to dig with a spatula. Then he registers
Zoe's silence.
Umm, does you want to talk about it?
He takes a cardon of milk from the fridge and
starts to pour it in his coffee.
Everyone was dying in battle, and I was like, wait,
She gestures to the milk, that's cow milk.
He freezes. She takes almond milk out of the fridge
and hands it to him.
Anyway, I was their leader. I felt like I was responsible,
Like everything rested.
On my shoulders.
Mark taps his fingers and tries to think of something
to say.
Hum, Hey, did I ever tell you about when I
first started my vet clinic. I'd been working so long
to open my own practice. The very first day, there
was a feline salmonilla outbreak, and I had to deal
with it completely by myself.
I knew I had to step up. It was all
on me what happened.
Mark wasn't expecting a follow up.
It was all on me, all over me, diary, everywhere
you went on the ceiling. I kept changing scrubs, but
I ran out before noon and spent the rest of
the day wrapped in a towel. It was a disaster,
worst day of life.
Silence, How the heck do they make almond milk?
That's just nuts?
By Dad?
She turns to go Zoe. For a moment, it seems
like he's about to say something hardfelt. Then he holds
out his truck.
Keys bring the steed back in one piece.
She grabs the keys, Mark holds onto them, then finally
forces himself to let go. Exterior winterhouse day, Zoe buckles
herself into her dad's pickup truck in the driveway and
starts the ignition. The radio comes on automatically, ignoring it,
she checks herself in the rear view.
Mirror from a team of NASA scientists who were being
told have breaking news at six point thirty nine this
morning the Department of Defense issued and notice the Associated
Press that in almost readings.
She heaves a heavy sigh, psyching herself up for the
day ahead, and switches the radio to bluetooth. A heavy
metal song thunders out of the vehicle. Exterior Hillsborough Street, Day,
A lovely day in a small town. A gardener tends
to her flower pots. An elderly man stands on the
sidewalk near the fields in the local state park, waiting
for his dog to finish peeing. He looks up as
the heavy metal booms down the street towards him. Recognizing Zoe,
he smiles and waves. Zoey waves back and rolls on
down from sleepy Little Hillsborough. Exterior Hillsborough Park Entrance day,
a dirt road between trees leading into Hillsborough's Little State
Park and fairground. Zoe practices her lines under her breath.
False young name. Thou must know that I show one
day be queen, and I show one day be queen and.
Trying to call up the line on her phone. She
narrowly avoids careening into the ditch. A cop car sits
nearby as Zoe swerves back onto the road. Two cops,
Benson and Jijik, look up from their phones and wave
to her. Zoe catches her breath and pulls up through
a white gate.
Here we go.
She passes under a banner. Hillsborough Renaissance Fair opening day
images of two impressive nights with gleaming swords fraying the
text resplendent interior park service building day Jeane Palumbo fifties.
The Renfairs King hands out wooden swords.
These are what we're legally allowed to have.
Use your imagination.
A shabby park service building. Rows of clothing wrecks have
been set up, holding veils, doublets, hose tights, and various
other articles of medieval and Renaissance garb. Zoe and her
high school friend Ben Ortega eighteen are half in costume,
leather armour, buckled over royal ruffles. Shakily muttering the moves,
Zoe practices their fight choreography with their wooden sword.
Has anyone seen, Mikayla, This is getting serious.
Quinn Sparcello forties, a very serious historical reenactor wearing a
T shirt and Jean shorts with a loud Gesture's hat
emerges at Jean's shoulder.
Has anyone seen the lady MICHAELA tis serious? Forsooth?
Zoe presses the attack jack red host block overhead sweep.
It's clumsy and painfully deliberate, a false move, and she
hits Ben in the elbow.
Oh fuck, that's not historically accurate.
Quinn gives Ben the side eye and adjusts as Jean shorts.
Why do you care?
Quinn? Quinn? Who is quinn i dug anatto hop frog?
The jester care because history is precious?
Forsooth tis a golden ear removed from a loads of
modern cares like social media and pop culture crippling crippling debt.
A thousand yards stare. Zoe turns to Jean, who has
his knee on the back of Bridget McMillan thirties, tough,
friendly and generally disinterested, tightening up her corset.
Hey, Jean, I'm not sure I'm actually ready for this.
What if maybe.
I don't have a fight scene or like any.
Lie a princess without a fight scene.
What kind of sense would that make a beat?
But what if someone gets hurt?
Look, Jean, He claps her on the shoulder.
Hey call me king, Dad.
No, don't sweat the fight scene or the lines. Just
have fun and leave the rest to me. I'm the king,
after all, It's all on my shoulders.
No one is gonna get hurt.
Cut to a bird's eye view of the training field,
A wider view the park, in the town, wider the
whole state, the whole US Earth. Gradually, a vast alien
mothership moves into view, blocking our view of the planet.
Title renin Fair versus Aliens. Exterior ren Fair Lane Day.
A few stalls have been set up to form a
lane near the park service building, selling turkey legs, fry, bread,
ale and mead, and the pseudohistorical knickknacks ubiquitous to Renaissance fairs.
It's very medieval kitchen. There's an archery course and a
pillary nearby. Beyond is the field of battle, ready for jousting.
In armored combat. A horse is tied to a hitching post.
There are penance everywhere. Quinn rushes past in full gesture gear,
very stressed, carrying bunting.
Well, dog too, mikes great paste. He knows the panu
timed to haste.
Zoe and Ben stride out into the lane. Ben's phone buzzes.
Zoe glances over. Carrie. Hey, Ben, I'm worried. I heard
on the news there's an unidentified fly.
Is that Carrie Santos again?
You've got to stop stringing her along, Master Ben? What
is that magical device?
I'm not stringing her along. I just don't want to
be cruel.
Literally, just tell her you're gay.
No, I should let her down easy, all ghost her.
Jean comes over with a satchel. He confiscates Ben's phone
and tosses it in before moving on to the other performers.
You know the rules.
You get these back when we break for lunch.
I've heard there's a deal on turkey legs today.
In the background, the turkey leg vender, a predictably greasy
man in his fifties, picks up a turkey leg off
the ground, tests it off, tosses it back in the tray,
and throws Gina thumbs.
Up half off for cast and crew eight dollars each.
Zoe bites her nails.
Can you chill out a bit?
This is a lot of pressure.
Being a princess. No, it isn't let them eat cake
or whatever.
Nearby, Bridget taps rapidly on her phone, hacking and slashing
on a loud and sparkly mobile game. That was Marie Antoinette.
She was decaptivated.
Jean scoops up her phone and tosses it in his satchel.
Kids these days in their gadgets.
I'm thirty eight, dude.
Why did you sign up for this if you knew
you'd hate it? I mean, I know you're a huge
fantasy nerd.
Zoe looks up, Time slows down, and Ben's words fade out.
In front of them is class stud Doug Kimora, eighteen,
clad in tight black leather armor, practicing archery, a real
fazoline on the lens. Moment Zoe is instantly sweating. Doug
takes a handful of water from a barrel and wets
his hair, then shakes his head, sending a thousand little
droplet sparkling through the early summer sunlight.
Seriously, God, just talk to him.
He shoves her. Zoe stumbles toward teen hartfrop Doug, who
glances over, oblivious and throws her a charming smile.
Oh hey, Zoe, please you can call me.
Yep Zoe, because.
That's an awkward pause. Ben looks on. Doug knocks an
arrow to his bow. He holds out his phone to Zoe.
Would you mind insert Doug's TikTok live stream?
Hey Doug's dance. I'm here at the opening day of
the Hills Renaissance Fair with my super good friends and
no cat. It's gonna be lit.
Confidently. He twists and looses his arrow at the target.
Zoe sums in, Wow, great shot, it's hit the outer ring.
It's an okay shot. Bullseye, it's not a bullseye. Doug
gestures into the lens, giving his signature catchphrase.
Dubby.
Jean's hand reaches in and plucks Doug's phone away.
Don't you know these things will give you cancer?
The phone drops into a dark satchel, and for a
moment high above, we can see a kingly face looking
in back to the fair.
They're dangerous.
Doug looses another arrow, which hits the frame and bounces back,
spinning past his face.
Are you ready for your big scene?
Zoe picks up the arrow. The head is snapped clean off.
She hands it to him, leaning in to covertly sniff him.
I'm so nervous, I think I'm gonna throw up.
Flash. Nearby is Charlie Vu twenties, a junior reporter for
the local paper, holding a camera. They blink blinded.
Whoops, I didn't need flash for that.
Hi.
I'm Charlie Vu Hillsboro Times, taking a few pictures.
Quinn races through, carrying more decorations.
Muster, Doug, help me with the bunting.
I'll see you dudes in the field of battle.
He wipes his sweaty forehead with a cloth, turns and
tosses the cloth aside, sauntering off. Zoey grabs the cloth
out of mid air.
Do you ever get that thing where all of your
autonomic bodily functions shut down for a hot minute?
She sniffs the cloth, disgusted and concerned. Battle on Ben's face. Flash,
damn it?
How do I turn that off?
Quinn rushes past again, jingling frantically.
God's blood, this all, mister Potter's.
If that guy doesn't chill out and drop character sometime,
he's going to give himself a heart attack.
It's Quinn, He never ever drops character. We can't all
be as naturally cool as you? Ben Fine?
I bet you he gets so stressed that he breaks
character and swears today.
If he does, you have to ask Doug to the
summer dance. And if he doesn't, and you have to
tell carry Santos the truth.
Sure Zoe sighs wearily.
Okay, I guess fifteen minutes.
People get ready?
Come on?
What's the worst that can happen?
Cut to exterior Hillsborough day montage. A shadow falls over
the gardener's flower pots. The elderly man looks up from
bagging dog poop. Is he the the dog a little
more poop? The elderly man looks up from bagging dog
poop as the alien mothership to send through the clouds,
He lets out a shriek. It's happening at last. On
another street, a couple of teens are taking a video
of some sweet skateboarding moves. One points to the sky
and the other whips her phone around to start filming
the spacecraft. A man eating a burger walks serenely down
the street. His phone buzzes and he pulls it out
Amber alert UFO in Hillsborough. He yells, hurls his burger
away and sprints down the street. Nearby, others are receiving
the same alert. A couple is making out in a
car nearby. As the reflection of the mother ship passes
over the window. The guy looks up, Oh shit, aliens.
He goes back to making out. An electronics store on
the TV, an emergency announcement is coming live on the
local TV station. The female anchor and male anchor address
the camera nervously.
Following hundreds of reports from towns in the area of
what some people are calling in alien spacecraft.
He gopes and wipes his brow.
There has been no official word from authorities yet on
where this apparent vessel might have come from or what
its passengers may want here in Hillsboro, but numerous videos circulating.
She pauses, sorry. The teleprompters a slam from a door
nearby in the studio, then the sound of a car
zooming off.
I can't do this.
We're gonna die. We're all gonna die.
He pulls off his love mic and leaps over the
desk toward a camera operator.
Tony, and I love you. Let the fuck.
Out of here.
He kisses the operator passionately. A small crowd gazes through
the window at a display of TV monitors, all showing
the news station's live footage of the anchor and the
camera operator making out. The footage cuts out and is
replaced with a technical difficulty screen. A beat, then the
crowd goes wildly. People run in all directions. A couple
heaved trash cans through the window and start monitors. A
police cruiser pulls through the streets, A panicking voice blaring
out of the PA system.
Full Love of Christ. Everyone remained calm.
An elderly couple sitting in lawn chairs watches the craft
without much interest.
Goddamn Aliens.
Interior Winterhouse Kitchen Day. The alien craft assumes low over
houses and heads towards the woods. Nearby. Mark Winter watches
through the kitchen window, mouth hanging open. Exterior Park Day.
The mothership descends into the trees. A booming, vibrating shock
wave resounds, and a vast dome of wavery purple energy
engulfs a few miles of parkland. Exterior Hillsborough Street Day.
As confusion reigns in Hillsboro, two sleek black cars and
a humpy pull into town, all of government plates. Exterior
Police Station Day Sheriff Schwartz, fifties, stands in front of
the station, drinking a cup of coffee. As the convoy
pulls up. Military troops pour out of the humviye, securing
the entrance to the police station, and FBI agent's emerge
from one black car, opening the doors of the other.
Commander Cook, a special ops officer in her fifties, steps out.
She's wearing sunglasses. She walks up to Schwartz and extends
a hand. Military and government units swarm around them.
Sheriff Schwartz, I'm Commander Katrina Cook. I'd like to be
filled in on everything.
Look, all I know is that about ten minutes ago
a giant alien spaceship.
Don't use that word, Sheriff alien.
What do you think this is?
The Russians?
We don't know yet what we're dealing with, but look
around you.
Sheriff Schwartz looks around at the officers and deputies running around.
Cook whips off her sunglasses.
These boobs are on the edge of losing it completely.
For their sake, let's not throw around provocative terms just yet.
Ooops Interior Police Station Day. The FBI agents are setting
up new monitors and workstations around the little office as
Schwartz and Cook enter, Papers are swept away and laptops
set up. Coffee cups are brushed onto the trash. Papers
are swept away and laptops set up. Coffee cups are
brushed into the trash, and system monitors appear in their place.
An old box of donuts is tossed aside, replaced with
a box of fresher, more expensive donuts. They're in this
for the long haul. Cook shouts out instructions while Schwartz
tags along finishing his coffee.
Call up any video or still footage of the object.
We need to know what we're dealing with.
Deputy Brunel thirties comes up with the fresh mug of
coffee for Schwartz, which he switches out with his empty mugg.
Brunell opens a video on his laptop. It's the skateboarding
teen's footage.
Look at this.
They gather around in the video. One kid does a trick,
then they spin to watch as the craft zooms overhead.
My god, he just pulled off a perfect laser flip.
Where did it go?
We need to be on the ground. We think it
touchdown somewhere near the state park.
She turns to the agents. It's go time.
I want to reconmission put together immediately.
Brunel skips to pictures of the force field.
A couple of minutes ago, a huge bubble appeared over
the park. I've never seen anything like it.
A bubble.
We're guessing it might be a force field of some kind.
And the uh.
Thing is inside.
Damn it.
Then it's too late. They've already sealed themselves off. There
must be someone inside, but who.
Frustration, Brunel turns to his desk, then spots something. His
eyes widen. He turns back to cooking Schwartz lifting up
a flyer, Cook and Schwartz leaning to get a closer look.
Hear ye, hear ye. Renaissance Fair and Hillsboro State Park
opens this Saturday. Beneath the words is a caricature of
a jovial armored king, obviously Jean, smiling broadly and raising
a tankard. Match cut two exterior park field day, Jeane
Weary lifts a massive plastic cup of iced coffee to
his mouth. One of the phones in Gene Satchel starts
to vibrate. More and more join in. One plays the
game of Fron's theme Jean glances down.
That's a lot of snapchats.
Bridget looks up at the ominous purple force field overhead.
Weird weather today.
Huh, Darren, who's going to joust with me? If Mikayla
doesn't show up, where the hell is she cut too?
Exterior Hillsborough Park Entrance day. Several cars have pulled up
on the verge, would be Renfair attendees or gathered around
the shimmering force field. One guy with a plastic Roman
helmet calls out.
Hey, are you guys open? Whow oop?
Sight along the path comes an armored Knight on horseback.
Mikhayla thirties late for the fair. The crowd parts and
watches her impressive approach. She trots up to the entrance,
lowers her lance, and touches the metal point to the
force field. A resounding boom echoes through the trees.
Ah, I'm so hungover.
Exterior Ren Fair Lane day. Benson and Jijik are eating
turkey lenks. Jijik has a temporary tattoo of a battle
axe on his forearm.
I'm telling you you're not supposed to use a paper towel.
You just gotta grab it and tear out a big bite.
The boom echoes distantly. Benson looks around at the woods.
Did you hear that?
Oh, I'm not sure.
Maybe we should go check the cruiser.
They head towards the parking lot. From the trees nearby,
A faint clicking something is watching them. Exterior parking lot Day.
Jijik is still munching his way through the turkey leg
as they approached the cruiser.
You owe me sixteen bucks.
By the way, the.
Car radio is going crazy.
Corn corne come in, Cornet.
Benson rushes up and grabs the transponder.
This is Benson.
We have ten seventy and your location reteen ten seventy
and your location.
Benson thinks for a moment.
Zoo animals, aliens.
Benson and Jijik turned to each other. A footfall in
the gravel nearby. Benson and Jijik turned slowly. Both grabbed
their guns. A flash of light, two piles of ash
and bones crumbled to the ground. Two badges and two
guns fall on top, followed by two turkey legs.
Benson, do you got me? Hets it.
Interior Police Station Day continuous. Brunell looks up from the transponder.
We lost them.
Damn it all right?
Call in the artillery.
Schwartz and Brunel exchange a look. Exterior Park, porta potties day.
Ben finishes peeing and starts buttoning himself up.
All these fucking buttons.
He hears strange footsteps and weird heavy breathing nearby. Looking
through the vent holes in the porta potty, he can
make out a shape moving around. He finishes buttoning up
and steps out.
Hello, is anyone there?
Wyatt clicking. Someone or something is watching Ben around the
side of the porta poddies. Not noticing, Ben shrugs and
wanders back towards the fair.
Probably just perverts again.
Exterior Hillsboro Street Day. A massive military tank rolls through
the streets, rounding a corner and crushing a flower pot.
The elderly couple is still sitting in front of their house,
listening to the Beach Boys and a record player. Interior
Police station day. An FBI agent comes up to cook
Rettlesnake is.
On the ground, ma'am, call them up on the monitor.
The agent taps a few keys, and a live feet
of the tank operator comes up on the screen, chewing
an enormous amount of gum.
Whoa, we're born in ma'am get in position, rattlesnake.
He blows a massive bubble.
Roger penn to Hillver State Park.
Exterior parking Lot day, whistling. Ben wanders through the parking lot.
He spots a pile of bones and ash and stops footsteps.
Something is following him.
Huh, that's no.
He keeps going. The footsteps get closer. At last, he
registers them and slowly turns around. A chipness insectoid alien
five or six feet tall with a bizarre gun like
weapon and a shimmering purplish headshield, looks back at him.
Its shiny eyes blink out of sink a beat. As
they stare at each other, Ben shakes his head.
Man, you are at the wrong fair.
He walks off, laughing to himself. Exterior Police Station Day.
A bike bell rings. The military and FBI guards stand
at alert. Mark Winter tears up on a BMX out
of breath. The FBI agent blocks his path.
Sir, this is a special operation. I cannot let you
in there. Martin charges past. Hey Hey, Interior Police Station
Day continuous. The live feet of the tank is still
up on the screen.
Snake is in position to matter? Do I take the shot?
Before Cook can answer, Mark bursts into the control center,
panting heavily. The FBI agent hot on his heel.
Please, whatever you're doing, be careful, Sorry, Madge, my daughter's
in there.
Your daughter, Yes, she's part of the rent Fair.
She signed up after her friend joined and then got
cast as the princess, which is actually kind of a her.
Deal because she decided not to go to college.
And I want to be cool about that.
But get to the point. O, right, of course, I'm
so bad at speaking frankly with her, But honestly, I've
been worried just not doing anything.
With her life, you know, Mark.
Bullet points.
Please, you're right.
I think her fear of attention makes her way to
self efacing, and then she falls beneath the radar. Is
it wrong for me to worry that without some kind
of push, she'll just be avoiding commitment forever. She's clearly
clinically afraid of responsibility.
The military squad rolls their eyes. Exterior ren Fair Lane
day continuous. Everyone's milling around, Quinn plays with his bells.
Jeane has a massive crown on his head.
Eight fifty nine everyone one minute.
Leaves crunch in the bushes. Something is sneaking up on
Quinn closer, closer, until at last it leaps out. Quinn
clunches his chest.
Oh god, zouks must have Benjamin, really nothing.
Here they come, everyone.
We've worked really hard for this. This is the first
Renaissance Fairy Hillsborough. Goddamn it, Here they come everyone. Now,
we've worked really hard for this.
This is the first Renaissance Fair Hillsborough's head in twenty.
Years, and you're the inaugural cast.
This is huge.
Ben turns to Zoe.
Hey, did you see that alien costume?
Guy?
Actually pretty cool.
I can't do this, I can't what.
She begins to make her way towards Jane Interior Police Station,
Day continuous.
So taking this ren Fair opportunity felt like a real
step toward growth and actually putting herself in a position
of responsibility, but leadership even And I wish we were
better telling her how proud I am.
The tank operator peers into the screen, trying to make
out what's going.
On the commander. Should I take the shot?
Affirmative?
Oh wait, exterior ren Fair Lane Day continuous.
We're all in this together, and I want you to
know that I would do anything for you.
I feel almost like.
A father.
Do you all I'm still there.
Zoe reaches Gene and touches his sho u Gene.
I might actually have to.
This is our glory day.
This is the day we make yard children proud.
This is the day our destinies are truly forged.
Right monologue, in your majesty, I'm gonna have to go.
There's an enormous boom in metallic echoing. Interior Police Station Day,
continuous silence in the HQ. Mark looks aghast at the screen.
A beat, then Commander, it didn't seem to do shit.
The feed cuts toy static exterior ren Fair Lane Day, continuous.
The cast gathers around Jean, looking out into the woods.
That was unusual.
Look everyone, customers.
A sharp buzzing sound. Sorry, major stomach sound. A sharp
gastic sound, resetting stomach am A sharp buzzing sound. From
the distant tree line comes a hovering pod, all shiny
metal and glowing lights, nine feet long. It stops some
fifty feet away, and a figure begins to emerge.
Welcome to the Hills Brow Renaissance.
An alien stares at them. They look at it. It
looks back as one. The reenactors draw their weapons. Immediately,
the alien levels its blaster and starts shooting at them.
The cast scatters, glowing projectiles fly around them, vaporizing bits
of stall and chunks of earth. The turkey leg vendor
stands up behind his stall ight. He is instantly blasted
into a pile of ash and turkey bones. Exterior park
field day. The cast regroups on the other side of
the park services building, crouching low.
What is happening?
This doesn't seem very historically accurate.
Quinn is hyperventilating fiercely, bells jangling with every breath.
God's wounds? Whoin's come these housests?
Oh? Come on, quiet everyone.
He peers around the corner. The alien pod emerges, then
zooms down the field. Jean watches in horror as the
alien gets out and starts setting up some kind of antenna.
Okie, doc, listen to.
I don't know what that thing wants, but I guarantee
you it's nothing good. All I know is that when
I hire you, I made a vow that I would.
Keep you safe.
What are you?
Monologue?
Right?
Way far, way too long, sacrifice, way too much?
This is our glory day. Being king means taking responsibility.
It'll be done if I let some alien ruin.
This runs up Quinn Helm.
Quinn catches the crowd as Jean flings it aside. He
places a massive helmet on Jean's head. Jean leaps up,
cover me with what. Jeane runs to his horse. Jeane
runs to his horse, tethered to a nearby post, unhitching it,
He mounts and grabs his lance. The others run out
from behind the building to watch for Bunny. He charges
epic slow motion, intense medieval metal music starts playing, hoofs
biting the earth. Lance couched, Jean's face looks up in
a grimace of rage. The alien looks up. The music builds.
The horse's mane flies in the wind, and alarm beats
in the pond, and boom, the mothership rises from behind
the trees, impossibly vast with a mighty roar, and light
engulfs Jean and the horse. Insert a burst up, blown
out sound on Doug's tik tok live feet still going
this whole time cuts out, The feed flashes white and ends.
After the briefest of beats, A pile of burning bones
scatters across the field. The mother ship settles back behind
the trees. A long pause. Charlie raises her camera to
take a picture. Everyone else dashes for the Park Services building.
Quinn drops to his knees. Zoe grabs him, and they
followed the others. Interior Park Service Building Day. The cast
huddles inside, peering out the grimy windows.
That guy had all our phones.
Quinn weeps on the floor, Oh, Flower of Princeton, gone,
gone from this world too soon. Through his tears, he
looks down at the crown, still clutched in his hands.
Choking back sobs, He looks up.
Do you know what this means? Earth, this doom?
We're not getting paid.
Quinn clamors to his feet. He holds out the crown
towards Zoe.
You're in charge now.
Her eyes opened wide in horror, white, he places the
crown on her head.
The king is dead. Long live the Queen.
She looks around. Everyone is watching her. Nope. Interior Police
Station Day. The monitor shows static. Everyone stares with bated breath.
Rattlesnake, come in, rattlesnake.
The fiend flashes back on.
Not the commander, not even a.
Dead Mark takes a huge breath.
There's one more thing a couple of minutes after impact
that don't wavered like it cut out for a split second.
Please don't do anything, Rash. I know the folks in there.
They're super weird, but they're good people.
Cook sizes him up. She turns to the monitor, head.
Back to basse Rattlesnake that I'm going to get your
daughter out of there. Mister Winter, you have my word.
There's a banging sound from the tank.
Feed way a moment.
Something's out there.
Cook rushes back to the monitor.
Rattlesnake, what is it? Come in?
Interior Tank day, continuous rhythmic banging on the side of
the tank.
What on earth?
He grabs a gun and makes his way up to
the hatch. Exterior field outside Hillsboro day continuous. The tank
is parked in a field near the road to the park,
not far off the force field shimmers. The hatch bangs open,
and the tank operator peers out gun at the ready.
Next to the tank is a fully armored mounted Knight
A beat.
Can I help you take me to your leader?
Okay?
Interior Park Service Building Day. The situation in the Park
Service building is grim. Harold Shell shocked expressions. Charlie sits
unnoticed near the door, panting. She scrolls through the photos
on her camera. She can't believe her luck. Aliens captured
on film for the first time, but the pictures are
blurry and distant. Damn too blurry.
Oh curse the day.
No court jest ought to lose his leege Lord officer,
foul of fashion, smooth the smellings? Why I fell helping
He's still really on top of that alliteration.
Bridget finishes, zipping up her tracksuit. She sighs heavily, sorrowfully.
What a loss. I put eighty one hours in against
an impact on that phone.
That's three hundred and sixty six dollars of micro transactions
I'll never get back.
It's cross saved on the cloud.
Okay, cool, this is fine.
People know we're here, right. All we have to do
is wait.
Quinn perks up. He rushes over to her and crouches
at her feet, cracking his knuckles.
What should we do, my queen, I don't know, I
don't know. Your word is my command? Order me?
Sire?
I beg concerned. Bridgid reaches out.
To him, Quinn duging a new hook frog don't touch me.
The bet still stands by the way.
What about me? So is there anything I can do
for you?
Ben catches her eye.
Hey, what should we do if we need to please?
Sp asking me things?
Just do what you think is right.
I don't know.
Pe a pause, Wait, where's the photographer?
They look around. Charlie is gone.
Worry not, your majesty, I shall discover her.
Quinn quiet us a shadow, bell's jangling. He darts out
the door, out the window. The others see him, dash
covertly into the field.
He'll be fine, right.
Quinn creeps up to jeans remains and gingerly picks up
his charred scum and regards it.
He's doing that Shakespeare thing.
Quinn shrieks at the top of his lungs and charges
into the woods. He'll be fine. Interior Police Station day,
Agents and officers hustle through the station phones ring, A
map lies open, a big circle drawn in pen.
This is the main field where they were setting up
the renfare.
Sheriff Schwartz drains his coffee, then nods sharply to Deputy Brunel,
who swiftly switches it out for a fresh mug.
Two of our officers were stationed in there, but we
haven't been able to reach them in ah nearly an hour.
Quiet, please, the hubbub dies down.
Mister Winter, you've tried calling a.
Loud clanking from outside?
Hey, you can't.
Just Mikayla, still fully armored, storms into the command center.
Wow, there is absolutely no security in here, Commander Cook.
With the limited visibility of her visor, She stumbles around,
knocking over computer screens and stacks of documents.
Hey, you can't come into a police station dressed like that?
Is it illegal?
A beat?
I'm not sure.
Brunell pulls up a book from a shelf and thrums
through it, studying.
I'm Cook, what do you have for me?
Anything you need to know about the renfair?
I can tell you I was supposed to be in there.
They regard the fully armored figure. No shit. Cook turns
to Deputy Brunell.
Deputy Brunelle, ma'am Deputy Brunell, disarmor this night?
Okay?
Exterior woods day, Charlie creeps through the undergrowth a cracking
sound ahead. She ducks through the ground and peers up
in a clearing a head. Two aliens are planning another
antenna in the ground. Once it's set. The beacon begins
pulsing the same purplish color as the shield dome. Charlie
leans forward and raises her camera to take a picture.
The aliens wheel around. Oh shit. Behind her, another alien
figure looms exterior Hillsboro Park entrance. Day. Quinn, panting slightly
laughing nervously, trots through the woods.
Well dog, connect do who is my name? Into making
Mary is My game?
Him?
Sid well dog can it?
Do?
Is my name? And making Mary's my game is a
sidey do? Who can fide? And I am feeling terrified.
He spots the shimmering barrier, Ah mighty to it. He
looks at it for a second, then picks up an
empty soda can and throws it zat The can bounces back.
He picks it up and throws it again. This time
he catches it. He starts getting into a rhythm throwing
and catching, and he smiles nervously. A crack from the
woods nearby get zooks. He scurries back up the road.
Exterior parking lot Day.
Will dagh Can I do that?
Disney?
And for my life I have to lee? I wish
instead I were in bed, but I'm afraid I'll soon.
Be something catches his ear and he jumps radio chatter.
He turns and begins walking cautiously towards the police cruiser.
Go four head to Myers Road and keep an eye
on that.
Dome and for Quinn reaches the ashes and bones of
the two police officers, He bends down and pulls out
a gun. His bell's djangle. Interior Police Station, Day Brunella
is with a dispatch officer. Intense murmurs passed between them.
Sheriff commander, we might have found something.
Cook, Schwartz, MICHAELA, and Mark all gather around. Schwartz grabs
the transponder. There's a clicking sound.
Carne ain't come in, Benson, who's there?
Static? Then? Uh?
Good?
More to be continued.
Should we bouse for a second?
Hey Jack, do you want to do for each act?