Offering Free Script For Any One Who Asks

[The Maverick]

I have a 50-page script which I was able to have J. Latham recreate and screenwrite from the original that never really got off of the ground. If you have Iclone, MS, TM or any mixture of the three, than it should be very easy to direct. In times past, I have often posted numerous script previews of it, but, no one on TMU has ever taken notice of it. If you'd like me to post the character info. and stuff like that, then please let me know. This is my attempt to show my greatest strength in story production, and that is writing. Even though only TM works properly on my computer, I have, however, tried to write around the limitations of the TM, and have made complete disasters from it (except Paix, which is an example of using few sets to make the story known- especially by honing my skills with (personal, and not internet) language translation- in which I was able to transform the original English first draft into a final draft in French- which accuracy was approved of by MikeDboing, who is a French Canadian). So, anyways, if you'd like to direct it, then please respond here. If you'd like to see that story information again that was posted in the other threads bygone to promote this, then just say so, but, I think by now the people would have remembered or not if it was a good interesting synopsis, or not. I cannot downplay myself anymore, and write around the limitations of The Movies, while also not being able to download mods anymore, or to have any made that accurately suits my vision. So, I'm desperately in need of one who can use those extras. Anyone?

[The Maverick]

BTW: Ken had printed the scripted at work in order to read it protably. So, there's a think you could do to read it. But, it's very easy to read easily on your computer.

[asa.oleary123]

He doesn't tell you its all in 72 font...

[The Maverick]

A transport shuttle flies through space. The sound of its rocket jets fills the stillness of the black. Two pilots silently maneuver the shuttle. In the back, a lone man, a nervous-looking sort, sits silently. He looks out the side hatches, into the darkness, as if wary of attack. He is dressed in a tan trenchcoat, over an olive green shirt and black tie. His glasses are the kind a doctor would wear, except these are of the latest model, with a sleek black frame and thin rims. A briefcase sits on the seat next to him. Save for the man, the passenger hold is empty.
Far in the distance, a white circular object can be seen. Upon closer inspection, it is seen to be a space station, floating in space. The shuttle is clearly heading towards it. Soon enough, the shuttle flies overhead, makes a sharp 180 turn and drifts downward to land inside the station.
The ship is largely corridors and larger rooms. The shuttle lands in a large shuttle bay, which is filled with several other shuttles. The man leaves the shuttle and heads for a set of automatic doors which open into a corridor. Another man stands here flanked by two men who appear to be police officers; they wear the dark blue jumpsuits (Police Pilot) of station police. The man in front of them is wearing casual clothing, clearly a man of some importance but not concerned with being formal. After all, the man who has just arrived is not interested in being formal. The station man approaches the arrival.

MAN
Dr. Bridwell, I’m Rudd, the manager. I’d just like to say, well…welcome to Acadia Station. The best place to be when you’re 48 million miles from earth.

DR. BRIDWELL
If you’ll remember, Mr. Rudd, I specified in my e-mail that I wanted to make as unnoticeable an arrival as possible.

RUDD
Yes, well, as you can see, it’s just me and my most trusted officers. This here-
(Indicates one of the officers)
-is Marshall Haber, the head officer of our police sector. And this-
(Indicates the other officer)
-is his second in command, Lieutenant Toschi. If for any reason you’ve cause to believe you’re in trouble, you can depend on these men to sort it out.
(Pause)
I’d also like to add…it’s an honor to have a person of such importance on our station.

DR. BRIDWELL
I appreciate it, Mr. Rudd, but I’d like to get to my room as soon as possible.

RUDD
Yes, of course. Haber, Toschi, room 943.

HABER
Right. This way, Dr. Bridwell.

HABER and TOSCHI lead BRIDWELL along several corridors and to an elevator, which they crowd inside and head up to the ninth floor. This leads to a brightly lit corridor which has several white doors branching off of it, clearly rooms people are meant to stay in. The group stops at one of these doors.

HABER
This is it, Doctor. Each room has its own bathroom, and there’s a phone that can connect to any department in the station, should you need to call. Will there be anything else?

DR. BRIDWELL
I don’t think so. Thank you, Marshall.

BRIDWELL quickly enters and shuts the door. HABER and TOSCHI stare at the door, then at each other as they walk back up the corridor to the elevator.

TOSCHI
He certainly seemed wired.

HABER
Figures. Did you see the headlines about him last week?

TOSCHI
If I had a hundred different corporations coming after me, I’d probably hole up out here too.

HABER
Whatever. Point is, he’s our problem now. Fifty other stations he could’ve picked in the galaxy, but we get stuck with him.

The elevator doors close on them.

The hotel room is a lot of dark grey walls, dimly lit by bulbs with blue filters. Through the window opposite the door, space extends endlessly. BRIDWELL is not particularly interested. He looks about the room nervously as he moves from the entranceway to the main room. He sees a television on a dresser against one wall and sets the briefcase next to it, in the nook between the TV and the corner.
Next, he enters the bathroom and runs the water for no real reason. Then he stares at himself in the mirror. He was lucky to reach this place. But the men after him will find out where he’s gone sooner or later. Then what?

Acadia’s justice sector is relatively small, comprising of the command center and a jail. In spite of this, it appears a relatively homey place, with all the accoutrements the officers have added to it. A few officers are milling about when HABER and TOSCHI arrive, there being little to do.

HABER
Montone, Delahunt, c’mere.

Two of the officers approach. What distinguishes these senior officers from the juniors is that their jumpsuits, like those of HABER and TOSCHI, are dark blue, while the junior officers wear a sky blue jumpsuit. One officer looks a bit confused, while the other looks relatively alert.

HABER
(To the confused officer)
Montone, pay attention now.

MONTONE
(Nervously)
Yes, sir, I’ve got your every word.

HABER
Right then, it’s up to us to make sure nothing happens to Dr. Bridwell. So we’ll have to keep that hallway monitored at all times. Each of us takes three two-hour shifts at the command station. I’ll go first, then Toschi, then Delahunt, finally Montone.

DELAHUNT
Sir, why not just assign a few juniors to him?

HABER
We’re trying to keep Dr. Bridwell safe and hidden. That would just call attention to him. The juniors should follow at a distance should he leave his room, in plainclothes. That should do for now.

DELAHUNT
If I may…what makes this guy so important?

TOSCHI
I suppose it wouldn’t revolutionize the world if exhaust fumes could be converted into energy?

DELAHUNT
Well, yeah. But if this is so important, why not share it with one of those corporations?

TOSCHI
….actually, I’m kinda confused about that one too.

HABER
You’re brain dead, all of you. Don’t you understand what kind of money could be made from this?

DELAHUNT
Off the chart amounts. Who can say they don’t love money?

HABER
This guy. He didn’t come up with this thing to make a bundle; he came up with it to solve exhaust pollution. But nobody cares about poisoning the atmosphere; they care about cold hard cash.

TOSCHI
….oh.

HABER
Yeah, oh. Now come on, let’s get to it. Toschi, round up those junior officers. I want Bridwell and his room under surveillance every minute; nothing can possibly happen while he’s here.

HABER leaves for the command center. TOSHI looks about the junior officers, sizing them up.

TOSCHI
Juniors, over here.
(They walk up)
We’ve been put in charge of a very important guest, in room 943. If he happens to leave his room, you will be notified by me or another senior officer. Two men in plainclothes are to shadow him until he returns to his room, simple as that. The groups are your decision to make. Is that understood?
(The men nod)
Good. Go on.


You were saying, Asa? I guess with material like that magnified, then it would be like thousands of pages.

[asa.oleary123]

Why do you post parts of scripts that no-one bothers to read?

It was a joke

It's called humour, H-U-M-O-U-R

[Kit06]

It says that whoever asks will get the script.

In that case I will ask for it, but I will not turn it into a movie.

[The Maverick]

Sorry. But even if you weren't being for real, people take stuff like that for granted. So, when it comes to me, unless you have an example, then please don't joke like that. Or, if not, then make it evident that it's a joke- and an amicable one at that. Yes, if they don't want to read it, then sadly, they are propagating to themselves that I will always be terrible. If they don't, then at least they can rightfully say, in an opinion (and not necessarily fact) that they still don't like my writing. That's a fact for everything in such cases.

[The Maverick]

Reminding people to request a free copy of the entire script.

Adapted and written- based on the original story by me- by J. Latham (writer of Pookashells' In The Cover of Darkness and Rough Transit)

[DL Watson]

Just by reading what you supplied, its full of un-needed description. Not saying its your fault, just that for me personally, all that description turns me off from wanting to take up the production.

I want to know what happened, not read a Stephen King novel.

you dont need to know that the rockets fill space with sound...cuz technically...there is no sound in space. lol nevertheless, a reader will only assume that when a ship passes by, it will rumble or make some kind of noise.

And now I've said way too much. I'm going to bed...I'm pooped, The Grey People wore me out today. Auditions went really well....

[The Maverick]

I'm glad, D.L. Ethanrunt had recently pointed out that mistake. I don't know how exactly to draw everybody in, but this seem'd like the most conventional method to attract people. I say the best selling point that doesn't cost a dime: request a free copy of the script. So far, people on both Moviestorm.co.uk and TMUnderground have hailed it as nothing short but exceptional. It was a failing idea to substantiate, but J. came in to save the story. Ken liked it, MGuppi liked it, and that's all enough to me to warrant a need to read it.

BTW: as adequately put as your reasoning was, and as logical as it was, the exorbitant details are chiefly for the director, for when he/she directs the camera, and their use of the proper animations- things that barely in a subliminal way catches the audience's attention until later on after they analyze the film.