EXT. – FUTURISTIC METROPOLIS, DAY (2075) [A MAN hangs on to the third-story corner of a large skyscraper, the only tall building in a mostly flat and green metropolis. An electric truck pulls up in a silent kind of ‘whoosh’ out front.] NARRATOR: After its long descent into depravity, things on Earth in the year 2075 had well and
INT. EGYPTIAN PALACE – DAY [A PHARAOH paces in his palace room nervously. The sound of horns. The massive doors to the room open. Two small cats enter flanking TINKERS, a gigantic two legged hominoid cat woman twice the size of the pharaoh. Seeing Tinkers, the pharaoh promptly drops to his knees and prostrates himself on the
It had been a difficult year, what with the divorce, losing half the house, half the kids, not to mention half the company (therefore). Simon had half a mind left to take his ex-wife back to court, but then he knew he might just lose everything. Anyway, not all was lost. Rather conveniently, Simon’s mother
INT. ARTIST’S STUDIO – DAY [Knock at the door. A young woman (an ARTIST) opens the door to see a young man (a MODEL). The artist ushers him inside.] MODEL: Where do you want me? ARTIST: [She gestures for the model to take his place on the sofa on one side of the studio.] Just over there, thanks. [The artist sets
INT. PSYCHIATRIST’S OFFICE – DAY [A PSYCHIATRIST SITS BY HIS DESK, CLIPBOARD AND PEN IN HAND. THE GRIM REAPER MEANWHILE IS RECLINED ON A LEATHER COUCH.] PSYCHIATRIST: Love. GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Good? GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Peace. GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Work. GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Marriage. GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Death? GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST:
INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT [PITCH BLACK ROOM.] GIRL (V.O.): Auntie Jan? JAN (V.O.): Oh no! No! No! I sense darkness! Darkness! GIRL (V.O.): Shall I turn the light back on? JAN (V.O.): Yes please. THE END.
EXT. CHURCH ENTRANCE, SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE – DAY [A LONE TOURIST, A MAN, STANDS WAITING ON A STREET CORNER AT THE ENTRANCE OF A CHURCH WITH A LARGE MAP IN HIS HANDS, APPARENTLY LOST. AFTER A SHORT WHILE, A WOMAN APPROACHES HIM WITH A CAMERA IN HAND.] WOMAN: Excuse me? MAN: Sure, I’ll take your picture.
INT. APARTMENT, KITCHEN – DAY Toast pops up in the toaster. A young man, alone in the apartment, butters it and covers it with thick red jam. A large orange tomcat walks into the room and stops for a moment to look at the man curiously as the man puts on a set of thick oven mitts.
INT. DAY – URBAN “CAREER CENTRE” [A CAREER GUIDANCE COUNSELLOR SITS BEHIND A SMALL DESK AND A COMPUTER. ON THE OTHER SIDE SITS A MIDDLE-AGED BEARDED LEONARD DA VINCI.] COUNSELLOR: So, Leonardo, can I call you Leo? What kind of job do you think you might be well-suited for? DA VINCI: I do quite like biology,
[A MAN AND A WOMAN SIT AT AN EMPTY DINNER TABLE.] WOMAN: Look, I’m breaking up with you. I can’t do this anymore. MAN: What isa dis? You tinka you’re jusa gonna run outona me? Who a gonna look after you like I do? Who a gonna provide for you like I do? Whosa a