Detritus; “I do Not believe, You!”
INT. HUMMER (FLYING) – UNIVERSE – NEAR EARTH – DAY
#scriptdick.com
Morgan turns around to the backseat, makes a playful face. Libby sits in the middle of the backseat, pants.
LIBBY
“Bark, bark.”
MORGAN
“Libby’s such a good girl. Yes she is.”
Morgan reaches over the backseat with both hands, rubs Libby’s neck.
John both hands on the wheel, turns to Morgan.
JOHN
“She is a good girl.”
He turns towards the windshield, appears surprised.
O.S. (off screen) JOHN; “Hang on, we’re going in!”
Morgan turns around, grabs her seat-belt, buckles up, looks out the windshield.
O.S. JOHN; “Home.”
O.S. (off screen) JOHN; “Beautiful.”
John turns to Morgan who sits very still, eyes shut, appears relaxed. John appears intrigued.
JOHN
“Morgan.”
She turns to John with an expressionless look.
JOHN
“You feel something.”
MORGAN
“We need to go down, now.”
John turns to the instrument cluster.
JUST THEN
O.S. (off screen) loud bang.
Both John and Morgan’s heads jolt, they appear surprised, scared. John looks up in the rear-view mirror.
JOHN
“What the?!”
O.S.(off screen) Libby barks twice, growls.
John turns to Morgan, appears intense.
JOHN
“Hit it!
Morgan slaps the yellow-button on the instrument cluster with her hand.
John and Morgan both pinned to their seats, grab hold of the straps on their doors. The Hummer spins in circles. John and Morgan appear dizzy.
John turns to Morgan, head pinned to the headrest.
JOHN
“I’m done with pyramids!”
He presses a button on the instrument cluster.
Morgan with her hand on his. John looks at her hand, looks her in the eyes. She gently shakes her head no. She turns to the windshield. John turns, looks ahead.
EXT. CERVINIA VILLAGE – ITALIAN ALPS – DAY
John and Morgan stand in front of a church, Libby stands by their side, wags her tail. They turn to each other. Morgan looks up at John. He appears reflective.
JOHN
“It’s been a while.”
Morgan gives John a look of approval. They turn, walk towards the church.
INT. CHURCH – CONFESSIONAL BOOTH – CERVINA ITALY – ALPS – DAY
FATHER ANDREW, thirties, stoic looking, sits in the shadows behind the confessional-screen.
FATHER ANDREW
“Yes. You are, children of the variable code.”
O.S.(off screen) JOHN; “What does that mean, father Andrew?”
O.S. (off screen) MORGAN “It means we know….”
FATHER ANDREW
“You know the difference between good and evil.”
O.S. (off screen) JOHN, “Father, everybody knows the difference between good and evil.”
FATHER ANDREW
“In the cosmos all planets are in harmony with Source, save a few.”
O.S. (off screen) JOHN; “Source?”
FATHER ANDREW
“Humans say, God. This planet is mineral rich and of great value. But the inhabitants are considered detritus, a viral danger to the well being of the entire cosmos.”
O.S. (off screen) JOHN; “Father Andrew, I think you are full of shit.”
Father Andrew leans against the confessional wall, has an expressionless look. His right eye turns black, green digital code scrolls down it.
CONGREGANTS SIDE OF THE CONFESSIONAL
John turns to Morgan who sits next to him on the confessional pew. She shakes her head with disapproval. She turns to the confessional screen.
MORGAN
“Father Andrew. What is the first commandment?”
A MOMENT PASSES.
Morgan turns to John, mouths silently (He’s one of them.) John looks at the pistol on the pew next to them. He picks it up, loads and locks the clip.
John holds the pistol, extends his arm out, aims at the confessional-screen, pulls the trigger.
#scriptdick.com