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My Mac Magazine #58, Feb. '00
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By:Mick O'Neil
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Gateshead: The Screenplay

Final Draft is an important program for a very specific purpose. It provides all the formatting and structural tools you need to create a professional screenplay. More importantly, the tools are easily accessible, thereby making their application less obtrusive and bringing the writer’s creativity to the fore. Next month, I’ll include a full-featured review of Final Draft.

What follows is Episode 2 of The Why Files series, imported into Final Draft and rewritten as a screenplay. (The whole series is available on MyMac.com.) After exporting the original story as a text file, it was relatively easy to open it with Final Draft and apply the built-in styles and macros to transform the document into a screenplay. Please note, however, that the Final Draft document is a fully formatted screenplay with Scene numbers, character lists, locations, and so on, while what you see below is Final Draft’s ASCII text export file. It’s quite readable as is, but does not fully depict Final Draft’s power.

This particular episode finds the Starship Gateshead, plagued with computer problems, traveling back in time to attempt to try to change the course of computer evolution on Earth:

 

INT. GATESHEAD BRIDGE - AFTERNOON

The Starship Gateshead had been exploring the Strata-9 Galactic Ring for some time now and the crew was ready for a break having just completed an in-depth spectral analysis of several binary systems collapsing towards Strata-8. It was tedious work that was exacerbated by the continuing failure of TADA, their WIN2240-based android, and the intermittent failure of many of the ship's onboard systems. The two RESTWIN specialists were putting in 20 hour days and Jean Louis, the ship's Captain, knew this couldn't go on much longer. He was assured by Admiral Dimwitz, the IT Chief on Starbase 11, that WIN2241 was a vast improvement over WIN2240 and although the final release of the operating system had been delayed, it would be possible to load a beta version once the Gateshead returned to station.

The ship's bridge is abuzz with activity. On the aft side, several crew members pore over manuals trying to reinstall communications software, while astern, Commander Warp works on assembly code for a new Pong game to be introduced on the 'Holideck.'

Dozing off in his recliner on the bridge, the Captain waits patiently for yet another computer glitch to be ironed out so that he could resume communications with StarFleet Command. First Officer Striker addresses Ensign Flusher. (Note: 'Flusher' was a nickname given to the young Ensign for causing a mess by not attending to the fine details in the shuttle's weightless toilet facilities.)

FIRST OFFICER STRIKER

Ensign Flusher, set in a course

to Starbase 11.

ENSIGN FLUSHER

My system's on the blink, sir.

What are the coordinates?

FIRST OFFICER STRIKER

Flusher, I'm tired of hearing you

whine about your computer being

down. Look the darn thing up.

ENSIGN FLUSHER

But sir, I keep getting this

restore WIN2240 error message and

the RESTWIN specialists are both

in sick bay.

FIRST OFFICER STRIKER

Ask TADA, then.

Flusher looks over at TADA and as if to prove a point:

ENSIGN FLUSHER

TADA, er, what are the

coordinates of Starbase 11?

TADA

Sorry, Ensign Flusher, I am

experiencing a WIN256 error.

Please reinstall the WIN256's or

restore WIN2240 from the original

media.

ENSIGN FLUSHER

Commander Striker, sir, I asked

TADA and he seems to be

experiencing another downtime.

FIRST OFFICER STRIKER

(Showing considerable

irritation,)

Flusher, we pay you to navigate

this ship. Set in a course for

Starbase 11.

ENSIGN FLUSHER

(coyly responds)

Sir, can you give me a hint as to

the possible direction?

FIRST OFFICER STRIKER

Yeah, Flusher, it's that way,

Striker points toward a distant star.

ENSIGN FLUSHER

Setting in a course for 'that

way.'

Treanna, the ship's counselor and a Deltazoid, noted the rising tension among the crew. Deltazoids could not only read emotions, but also knew instantly when members of the crew were 'distracted.' She enjoyed wearing her uniforms one size too small and then scanning the bridge to measure her impact. Lately, her impact was negligible and Treanna concluded it was time to talk to the Captain about the crew's other distractions.

She walks over to the Captain's chair, leans down, and whispers.

TREANNA

Captain, can I see you in your

quarters, NOW?

The Captain opens his eyes and sees two beautifully formed...

JEAN LOUIS

Why...eh...yes... make it so.

Upon entering his quarters, the Captain asks the counselor to have a seat, goes to the food dispenser and orders:

JEAN LOUIS (CONT'D)

Tea, Earl Grey, two cups

The dispenser console responds:

DISPENSER CONSOLE

Tea, Earl Grey, two cups

Missing UKTEA.DLL, please insert

media containing that file.

Jean Louis closes his eyes, sighs, and sits on his living room love seat...

TREANNA

That's exactly what we need to

talk about Captain,I sense that

you and the crew are becoming

emotionally strung out by all of

the shipboard errors.

Treanna sits next to the Captain, her uniform skirt rising well up above the knees.

JEAN LOUIS

Yes, that's true Treanna, but

things will get better when we

upgrade our ship's software.

Plus, StarFleet will soon enforce

a new directive that every

starship will be accompanied by a

technical support ship... and

that should eliminate many of our

problems.

TREANNA

But Jean Louis, who will keep the

technical support ship running?

JEAN LOUIS

Why, I assume eventually another

technical support ship.

Treanna senses a stirring in Jean Louis as their eyes lock. She

becomes flushed with excitement.

TREANNA

Jean Louis, you need to relax.

She leans closer and his hand finds hers.

JEAN LOUIS

Treanna...

At that very minute, as if on cue, R appeared. R is a creature from the R Continuum who has visited the ship on previous occasions just when things had gotten really dull. He is dressed in what appears to be late 20th Century Earth clothes and is sitting in one of Jean Louis's chairs with his feet up on the dining room table. His appearance startles both Treanna and the Captain.

JEAN LOUIS (CONT'D)

(with some disgust in his

voice)

What are you doing here and damn

it, take your feet off my table.

R

Now, now, Captain. No reason to

be unfriendly. Are you having a

bad hair day? Oh sorry...

JEAN LOUIS

Listen R. We have enough problems

around here without having to

deal with your sarcasm.

R

I know...I know. Jean Louis. I've

come to help.

JEAN LOUIS

Yes, you always come to help, but

it never turns out that way.

Besides, I thought you were

expelled from the Continuum.

R

Now who's not minding their own

business, Jean Louis?

JEAN LOUIS

Sorry R, but I am just not ready

for any more of your stunts right

now.

R

Captain, just what stunt are you

ready for right now?

JEAN LOUIS

(somewhat embarrassed)

That's none of your damn

business. What are you doing

here?

R

Actually, Captain, the Continuum

contacted me and asked if I'd

come to see you because of our

previous relationship.

JEAN LOUIS

What is you talking about R?

R

Is that good English, Jean Louis?

JEAN LOUIS

I don't know how else to put it.

R

Okay Captain... enough frivolity.

I'm here to talk about your

troubles. And they're more

serious than you know.

JEAN LOUIS

What is they R?

R

Stop talking like that!

JEAN LOUIS

What are you talking about R?

R

Your computer systems, Captain.

If we don't take some sort of

action, the Galactic Empire will

never evolve and StarFleet will

decay into a very small regional

power.

JEAN LOUIS

What kind of action, R?

R

Bear with me Captain, and let's

go on a short journey.

TIME WARP SPECIAL EFFECT

At this point, the Gateshead is transported through space and time to Earth orbit in the late 20th Century. Jean Louis finds himself standing on the observation deck with R, the Earth clearly visible in the distance.

JEAN LOUIS

R, exactly what are we doing

here?'

R

I brought you here to change the

course of computer evolution on

Earth. There was a point during

this period when your Information

Technology industry made a major

blunder that continues to haunt

your systems even today... and

that's why nothing on the

Gateshead works properly. Your

mission is to isolate that

blunder and undo it.

JEAN LOUIS

But R, how are we to make that

determination? None of our

systems work and no one on board

is familiar with the local

history of this period.

R

Yes, Captain. I thought you might

be frustrated. I could simply

undo the blunder myself but as

you know this would be contrary

to the Continuum's Code. And I

have stretched that code to bring

you here, but that's as far as I

can go... except to suggest you

detain an individual who might

through their absence affect the

turn of history. The name is

Mutter.

And with that last piece of information, R disappears into thin air, as it were.

JJFADE OUT.

FADE IN:

INT. WOLF'S BEDROOM - MORNING

CLOSE UP OF SCRABBLE BOARD. LONGEST WORD SPELLS:

EXTRATERRESTRIAL

Wolf Mutter sits at the game table poring over his Scrabble pieces. Directly across from him sits his eight year old sister, Asthmantha.

Wolf is dressed in a pair of old levis, a T-shirt, and a green Boy Scout belt. His dark hair is cut very short except for a small tuft in the front that has been waxed straight up. Asthmantha wears a yellow sun dress and sports horn rimmed glasses with smudged lenses. Her sandy hair is laced into two long pigtails that frame her narrow face.

'Asty' as Wolf is fond of calling her, is a mean Scrabble

player. In fact, though Wolf is a full four years older, he has never beaten his little sister at any board game. This game is close and Asty has seven letters left. Wolf has only four. If Asty can't use her letters, the points will be deducted from her score and Wolf is sure he will win. He is noticeably excited.

Wolf studies his four tiles: an F, two O's, and an M, while Asty hums some silly song she learned in Music class. Wolf is sure she has the high scoring 'Q' and perhaps a 'Z' that she can't use.

WOLF

(Looking at Asty with an air

of superiority in his voice

and manner)

It's your move and if you can't

play any letters the game is over

and I win.

Just as Asty begins to respond, an incredible thing happens. Over a period of about two seconds and accompanied by the strangest sound, Asty seems to fade into thin air. Wolf can hardly believe it. His emotions run the gamut from fear to disbelief and denial to disappointment, and finally back to fear. He screams at the top of his lungs, and only after this emotional release does he notice with some disgust that his four Scrabble tiles are also gone and therefore his Scrabble set is ruined.

FADE OUT.

INT. GATESHEAD BRIDGE - SOME 10 YEARS LATER

For years the Gateshead continuously orbited the Earth.

Commander Warp and the Security Detail kept a discrete

surveillance on the Mutter family in the event some sort of further intervention was necessary.

Meanwhile, Earth monitoring systems had reached a level of sophistication that kept the Gateshead crew busy. On occasion, it was necessary to create distractions like Warp's crop circles and TADA's abductions. The crop circles occupied the curious and TADA only abducted the 'intellectually challenged' and returned them almost immediately. As predicted, the Earth's popular media

debunked these stories and provided the Gateshead cover in the event of accidental detection.

Clearly, Wolf Mutter had something to do with the evolution of technology on Earth, but it seemed increasingly difficult to predict why. When he joined the FBI, Warp wanted to intervene, but the Captain said no.

R had mentioned a possible conspiracy, and perhaps, Wolf was to be instrumental in uncovering it. An FBI job could place him in the ideal position.

ENSIGN FLUSHER

(Apparently startled)

Captain, sensors are picking up

another ship heading away at warp

speed.

JEAN LOUIS

(puzzled and somewhat

irritated)

Why can we detect it heading away

when we never detected it in

Earth's orbit, Ensign?

ENSIGN FLUSHER

(sarcastically)

Well, Captain, it might have

something to do with the fact

that our sensors have been down

for several days due to computer

error.

FIRST OFFICER STRIKER

(in a severe command voice)

Ensign, you are being

insubordinate.

JEAN LOUIS

Later, Number One. Ensign, what

was the signature of that

vehicle?

ENSIGN FLUSHER

Sir, my system just went down

again, but before it froze, it

identified the ship as GORB with

a 60% probability.

Treanna sensed enormous anxiety growing on the bridge.

JEAN LOUIS

(to everyone on the bridge)

I fear Mr. Mutter has his work

cut out for him.

FADE OUT.

I/E. PARKING GARAGE, ALEXANDRIA, VA - EVENING

Wolf never got over that childhood loss Q both the loss of his sister and his failure to collect his Scrabble win. These incidents were deeply disturbing. Subconsciously at first, and now consciously, Wolf pursued the truth. He spent his first years as an FBI Agent exploring the world of the paranormal, inexplicable, and unbelievable, and he had been joined in this mission by his somewhat skeptical partner, Nada Sulky. After all of those searches through countless lies and exaggerations, Wolf finally felt he was on the right trail.

It had all started with innocent speculation about the

domination of the computer industry by one megalithic company despite far superior technology offered by another, and it had almost ended with an attempt on Wolf and Nada's life on Highway 1 outside of the District. Fearing that their work and home computers were being monitored via the Internet, Sulky and Mutter stayed strictly off-line. Using special contingency funds, the Why Files office hired college students around the country to do research and to FedEx it back to their office. On Tuesday evening of the week following the attempted murder, Sulky stayed at the office sifting through data and attempting to piece together a profile of the 'Chairman.' Meanwhile, Mutter rushed to a last minute meeting with CIGAR SMOKING MAN in an underground Alexandria garage.

Mutter leaves his car, looks both ways, and walks gingerly toward the black Cadillac. He then does one more visual scan of the area, opens the front right hand door, gets in, and gently closes the door behind him. CIGAR SMOKING MAN, sitting in the driver's seat, never looks over. He seemed to be sweatingm profusely and Mutter glances down at his seat belt lifting up and under his enormous belly. Mutter's gaze moves up to the outline of a snub-nosed Smith & Wesson Detective Special as it sits holstered on one of CIGAR SMOKING MAN's voluminous breasts.

CIGAR SMOKING MAN

(groaning and then labored

breathing)

You're getting close, but your

course needs some adjustment.

WOLF

What do you mean by 'some

adjustment?

CIGAR SMOKING MAN just sat there for what seemed to Mutter to be an interminable period of time, staring ahead into the darkness, and Mutter waited.

WOLF (CONT'D)

(musing to himself)

What is with this guy anyway? He

asks to meet with me and now he

just sits there like some sort of

jerk. On top of that he smells

like an enormous clove of garlic.

CIGAR SMOKING MAN

(sensing Mutter's disdain)

Get out Mutter. You're not ready.

WOLF

You don't get off that easy. If

you've got something to tell me,

let's hear it.

CIGAR SMOKING MAN

Get the hell out of the car.

As Mutter opens the door and begins sliding out, CIGAR SMOKING MAN hands him a small sticky note. Mutter pockets the note, hurries to his car, and watches the Cadillac drive off at high speed.

 

 

INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS - EVENING

Upon his return to the office, Sulky quizzes Mutter about his meeting.

WOLF

I don't know... CIGAR SMOKING MAN

said we were getting close but

implied that our 'course needed

some adjustment.'

SULKY

What do you think he meant,

Mutter?

WOLF

I just don't know, Sulky. Wait,

he also gave me a note.

Mutter fumbles around in his coat pocket, pulls out the yellow sticky, and is shocked to see four letters F, O, O, and M - the same letters, he explains to Sulky, that had disappeared from his Scrabble game with his sister many years earlier. He looks again at the note to confirm that for the very first time, he has an actual lead to his sister's fate.

WOLF (CONT'D)

Sulky, there's no one else on

this planet who knew about those

letters. I feel like it's finally

coming together.

SULKY

Wait a minute, Mutter, this could

all be a giant coincidence. Maybe

they stand for the name of an

organization or a password? Let's

see if the computer can come up

with a match...

WOLF

No, Sulky, don't. I have a

feeling they're important, but I

don't want to tip our hand.

What have you discovered from

your office research?

SULKY

Well...it seems that most of

Apple's woes appear self-inflicted.

There were the obvious

blunders like not licensing the

operating system until it was too

late, marketing the equipment

like they were out to save the

world, confusing the market with

dozens of different models,

making a hash of production,

giving the 'look and feel' of the

Mac to the Chairman, getting

distracted by the 'Knowledge

Navigator' crap, and so on. But,

Mutter, listen to this: there was

one major blunder that Apple

committed early on and never

fully recovered from.

WOLF

What was that Sulky?

SULKY

Apple never released a Macintosh

with the industry standard

parallel port.

WOLF

So what? Wasn't the Mac's serial

port just as fast?

SULKY

When the company introduced the

Mac, the whole rest of the

industry, including many Apple

II owners, used dot matrix

printers that attached to their

computer via a parallel port.

This meant that in order to

switch from a PC to a Mac, a user

had to buy a serial port-based

ImageWriter printer from Apple.

This was a positive disincentive

for anyone already owning a

printer to buy Macintosh.

WOLF

Now why would they do such a

thing, Sulky?

SULKY

Sorry to disappoint you, Mutter,

but I figure it was just bad

business.

WOLF

That's one explanation, Sulky.

There's also the possibility that

someone at Apple sabotaged the

Mac intentionally. We leave

tomorrow for Cupertino, Sulky.

FADE OUT.

INT. APPLE HEADQUARTERS - AFTERNOON

That Wednesday afternoon, Sulky and Mutter arrive for their appointment with the 'acting' Apple CEO at the Secret Research and Development Lab at Apple's Cupertino headquarters. The two are ushered through several security checks, forced to turn in their weapons, and finally are accompanied to what appears to be an ultra-secure area through iron-reinforced doors. Mutter is taken aback by the harsh clang of the doors as they slam shut.

The Venetian blinds on the hall window have been left open but otherwise they are bathed in artificial light. Mutter just catches the glimpse of a balding fat-joweled man in a rumpled black suit and bare feet hustling through open doors to a helipad. The security guard attempts to hamper his view, closes the blinds, and then proceeds down the hallway to what appears to be a vacated receptionist's desk. The guard ushers Sulky and Mutter into a small waiting room and explains that they'll be seen real soon now.

SULKY

(glancing at the bulletin

board covered with outtakes

from the company's

advertising campaigns)

Mutter, what do you think's going

on?

WOLF

I'd swear that was the acting CEO

who just left on a helicopter.

Sulky, do you smell something

odd...?

SULKY

As a matter of fact... but I

can't put my finger on it - sort

of a farm-like smell.

SULKY (CONT'D)

(pointing to a picture that

appeared to show a Cray

Super Computer)

What's this, Mutter?

WOLF

I read about that somewhere. The

company bought a supercomputer

some years ago and no one quite

knows why.

SULKY

What could you use a supercomputer

for?

WOLF

Well... I suppose anything from

playing solitaire to creating

genetic maps.

SULKY

Say, Mutter... have a look at

this.

Sulky had pulled the photo of the supercomputer off the board only to find another picture behind.

WOLF

What is it Sulky?

SULKY

I'm not sure, Mutter. Some sort

of animal... but nothing I've

seen before.

Their conversation is interrupted by a loud noise down the hall that sounds like a dog bark but is much louder and sort of muffled at the same time.

SULKY (CONT'D)

(alarmed that the sound

seemed to be getting closer)

What is that, Mutter?

Mutter ignores the sound and stares down a the photo that Sulky had uncovered. Beneath the picture of what appears to be a genetically engineered dog/cow combination is the single word, "MOOF."

WOLF

Wait a minute, Sulky, take

another look.

Mutter feels an enormous rush of adrenaline. He's so flushed he can hardly breathe. The four letter tiles that had disappeared so long ago are linked inextricably to the creature approaching their room.

By now the sound is deafening

DOGCOW

MOOF... MOOF

Both Sulky and Mutter back away from the door. Perhaps in shock, Mutter appears frozen by fear and an overwhelming sense of sadness and loss. Sulky looks frantically around the room for a weapon.

DOGCOW (CONT'D)

MOOF. MOOF,

The sound is literally shaking the building.

Sulky finds a pair of scissors in the desk drawer... The door swings open and Sulky and Mutter gaze in horror at the real intelligence behind Apple Computer...


Mick O'Neil
mickoneil@mymac.com


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