Professors' Spring Returns [act 1] 'space aliens at home'

PRELUDE AND FANFARE:

(music - Imagination/Helen Reddy)

(music - Only You/Flying Pickets)

SUPERIMPOSE white on black, a moment:

BACK HOME IN THE UNIVERSE

FADE IN:

INT. KRWN-TV STUDIO, SOUTHERN NEVADA - NEWS-DESK TRANSFORMS

In the eye of a global hurricane and scaling-up NewsUpWind to professional Eye-Storm News, later to own SatNewsNetWork syndicate; BACKGROUND PERSONNEL scramble the telephones ad lib selling spots to big-name advertisers; DECORATOR CREWS upgrade desks, monitors, walls, personnel, NEWS-ANCHOR JANE from plain to sexy to executive, brushing, touching-up, connecting, hauling, in too-obvious stealth;

BLUESCREEN INSET, MONTAGE: 400 mph freak winds, upriver flooding; Europe, Japan, East China, Australia, South America, West Africa, Indonesia;

(facts)
N-SITA bank has rescued two people trapped in their vault for 3 days: We'll have the video, next!- Also, we're monitoring the U-FO landing site with cutovers throughout the day! And we've got good news on our three fighter pilots-- live! Also, the report from the meteorological center: We think we know where the U-FO came from! … This and more, right-up, on Kroown!--: (lighter)
Right-after, this Five-spot.…

CUT TO:

INT. THIRST-SLAKER KITCHEN - SUNNY MIDDAY (TV COMMERCIAL)

A GLASS OF ICE set alone on the cozy kitchen snack table:

OC: Soda can PULL-TOP opens,-- FIZZ; Slowly ZOOM-IN Glass;

OC: Drinker GULPS-DOWN the whole can …

(sing-song)
Slug! Per_simmon-says-Cherry^Co_la!

SUPERIMPOSE lower-right sign:

"85% real fruit juice before drinking"

HAND claps EMPTY CAN readably onto the table:-- ICE JINKLES.

OC: Drinker delights, a LONG "AHHH…" overlapping

Or,^Drink-it, if-you_want_to!

OC: Drinker CONTAINS A BIG BURP ….

END OF COMMERCIAL.

TV-RETURN, TO:

INT. NEWS-DESK - (RESUME)

Hi-Def BLUESCREEN WALL [Bank Vault Anteroom, extraction operation]; Jane in chic coiffure and bosomy peach blouse.

(facts)
Mr. George, a senior citizen, and Miss Day, the banker's daughter, were rescued this morning from the Nevada Senior Investment Trust Association Bank vault that had shut and sealed with its circuits shorted for 3 days since the high-pressure U-F-O landing triggered its explosion-detection mechanism while they accessed Mr. George's safe-deposit box. Their whereabouts were discovered only yesterday, And we will show their exit momentarily after the Army Extraction-team crew worked on the door all night using high-powered diamond-tipped drills to get into the door's control box.: (awaits)

ZOOM-OUT-LEFT HDTV News-desk, Jane, off Bluescreen of--

INT. BANK VAULT ANTEROOM - (DTV NEWS FILE)

US Army EXTRACTION TEAM drills with gear and diagrams; Bank Personnel, Police Officers, Ambulance Paramedics, watch ad lib; and an impressionable young BOY, BANK OWNER Mr. Day, and KRWN-TV SCENE-REPORTER:

(tight)
We're inside the vault anteroom of N-SITA Bank, where Army Extraction experts have been working all night to get into the door's control core shutdown since its circuits shorted and closed in Sunday's U-FO event.
Bank Owner turns from watching, and comes away;

(directed to look)
Here comes the bank's owner, Mr. Day.: (loud to Mr. Day)
Mr. Day!

(anticipates)
They're almost through: They're breaking into the control core presently.

(stereotype loud)
Why didn't they just dynamite, the door?!

(more to boy)
Wouldn't work: This vault was made by De-Guerre Vault Manufacturer, to withstand every sort of blast, from militants to nukes,-- even space-aliens, as we advertised,-- but we never really expected we'd meet, space-aliens.

SCENE IMAGING UPGRADES to HDTV-camera connection.

(details)
The door is made of several layers: The outer is a centimeter of rolled homogeneous armor steel; Behind it, is a soft-fill of ceramic balls and nitro-palm, backed by 5 centimeters of hard-spring steel. The strongest blast possible, contact-explosive, if used on this door, could rupture the outer layer, but the explosion would entropize as ceramic balls spread the force and crush; and the nitro-palm spews-out and ignites: It'd be a fiery mess for invaders.

(impressed)
The ceramic balls would shoot them!

Ahhh: No,-- not with enough force. But those balls would roll around the floor,-- and with the burning nitro-palm, the invaders would have a very tough time getting into the next level.: (grins)

(impressed for the door)
Wow! That'd make a neat video game!

Are you sure who's-ever in there has survived?

Fairly certain: The interior is air-conditioned with moisture-and carbon-dioxide-scrubbers:- the two biggest threats to documents make carbolic acid which eats old paper. It's tough to survive 3 days in the vault,- but if they didn't exercise or use-up oxygen …: (a pensive beat)
The door closed on them during the moment of extraordinary atmospheric pressure: They may actually have three times as much air as we have: This door has excellent triple-wiped seals.

ZOOM-IN-PIP News-Anchor Jane, back on to Vault left, clear;

Who, is, in there? Any clues yet?

(somber)
We've identified two mostly likely: My daughter, and Mr. George:-- He's a senior patron. My daughter was to have gone to Reno that evening with one of her college mates but in the melee her friend neglected to call me until yesterday afternoon; She apologized saying she thought she'd gone ahead. Mr. George, was in the bank that afternoon, --we confirmed him on video and contacted everyone who was here: We're the "Seniors-service-first" bank: That's our raison-d'etre!… We learned that Mr. George was missed by his neighbors, -but he's been reclusive since his wife Bertha passed-away a year ago; And everyone else has been seen or accounted-for.… We're supposing the explosion-detectors automatically closed the vault door on them when the U-F-O landed and no-one noticed its siren above the building exit alarms,- as everyone rushed out, thinking the building had blown-up!

(00:00 "hey-ey-ey" - What's Going On/DJ Miko)

And the voice-circuit shorted in the Statewide power outage surge-transients, and the siren's back-up battery drained after several hours,- which we didn't recognize when we got back inside much later. And when the siren triggered as the power was restored, we didn't realize that meant someone was inside, and we called the vault field-maintenance guys, only.

FRAME HEADER: Computer-database image-filing stats;

(urges more)
What if space-aliens, laser-blasted, the vault?!

(confides to Boy)
Well,- We're also one of twelve repositories in the world, for perfect counterfeit U.S.A. Treasury money: If space aliens did break into our bank, to get authentic U.S. money, to buy accoutrements, they wouldn't know which was real, and which was not: It's perfect, with all the threads, colors, inks, watermarks, chemtags, microprint,…

(slightly worried)
How would we, know the difference?

You wouldn't: It's worn, but it's never distributed. The government has special detector equipments for rapidly tracing this counterfeit money: It has special differences you can't know: Imperfections which all paper money has, thread placements which are meaningless otherwise; It's registered like real money: Can't detect that.

(impressed)
It can be spent like real money!?- How much perfect counterfeit money do you have?!

(to boy)
About ten million dollars, spread throughout the vault.

(worried)
How can you, tell it apart?

Liminal news-desk/camera-work LINGO spices-up the AUDIO;

Again: It's all accounted-for, and the owners are government special agents who live in the area: They have regular jobs, --some may be seniors,-- and they have special duties to attend their assets: We don't even know who they are.

(impressed)
Wow!- I'm going to be a special agent when I grow-up!

The drilling ceases; the Army Team reviews diagrams--

(bemused playful)
/1/ Do we cross the blue wires, or the red, today?
/2/ Well, We started yesterday, and that was Tuesday;-- that's 1-mod-2.
/3/ That's important only if you're playing Peas-Beans and you'll see me Tuesday and call me, Friday.
/2/ Ah, yeah: This ain't no science fiction story here.: (sobering)
/1/ Blue wire: my favorite color …
/3/ Cut, the, blue: It's only nitro-palm, not dynamite.

I think, they're into the control core;-- excuse me.: (goes to the Army Team)

Scene-Reporter CLOSES TOWARD the vault …

SLIP PIP Jane, to another corner right out of the way.

The VAULT DOOR NUDGES out;-- a LONG HISS of air release …

Quiet again, the Door swings slowly open,-- revealing …

(portentous)
The door is opening now …--

Mr. George (senior citizen), Ms. Day (college student; employee), of 3 days waiting, beaming smiles to APPLAUSE;

Here they come: They are smiling…!-: (CLOSER IN, elates)
They're beaming with gratitude!- They are really happy to see us!: (to them)
Welcome back out! You have missed 3 days of the greatest event since Columbus landed in America!- What do you have to say for yourselves?!

(sees, tears up, runs to)
Dad-dy!

(grinning)
I'm ready to go home, take a shower, and watch T-V!

(to George)
It must have been terrifying, locked-up for 3 days: What did you believe, had happened?!

FOOTER: station insignia, digital clock, news-feed streams;

(re-feels)
At first I thought it was a heart attack: I braced myself for the worst …: (a beat)
But, I felt all right,- and Miss Day said there was some kind of explosion forcing the door shut, and the timeout would not let us out for an hour.: (a beat, eerier)
Then, the night passed, and a day, And we were afraid Nevada had been hit by a nuclear I-C-B-M and there would be nothing to go outside for … Miss Day is a part-time nurse at the college, you know: She's a good chaperone, too.… Then, after 2 days we heard grinding at the door, And we knew it was the rescue team.: (upbeat)
I'm ready to go home, take a shower, and watch T-V!: (grins)

We're sorry to hear about the passing of your wife: This must all be a big bother to you.

(re-feels)
Bertha, was a good woman! But she couldn't stay: The world did not rest easy in her shoes: She was really proud of our grandson Michael, when he graduated summa cum laude; --he's now a professor of astronomy in California;-- But, modern technology was too much for her: She wanted more: She wanted: 3-D video-headgear for live-visits on the Internet with his family:-- Bertha wanted … The dance-of-life!: (beat)
The last thing she told me,--: (sniffles, getting heavy)
She said: George: They're almost here: Maybe a year, maybe two: You may get to meet them, George,-- she said.: (heaves-in, out; heavy)
I'm ready to go home; take a shower; and watch T-V.: (exits)

Thank, you, Mr. George.: (to camera)
That's it: We saved them,- after 3 grueling days, locked-away breathless, in the bank's vault!

ZOOM PIP-TO-FULL Jane, over this same, full Bluescreen,--

INT. NEWS-DESK - (CONTINUOUS)

An anchor-insigned taupe lace bodice tucks Jane's blouse; Stylists reshape her hair; BLUESCREEN [Bank], desktop PC MONITOR [same]; SUPRAFOOTER scrolls Jane's autocue "Next, The Report from Meteorology …" which she expounds--

(to desktop PC)
Thank you.: (to camera)
Next we turn to the report from the meteorological center:: (lighter)
Right-after this Ten-spot!

HDTV-BREAK, TO:

INT. BARE ESSENTIALS PC ROOM - WARM (DTV COMMERCIAL)

OVER-BLOWN MAN hangs on a chair, dearly poking his keyboard for control; legs morph, flagging into a Pentium 4 Computer hi-def display of a swirling galaxy black-hole; even FLOWER PETALS FALLING from a wall-hung painting, are sucked in;

(sincere)
Is your quad-Xeon 2-point-8-3 gigahertz Pentium 4, sucking you into the world-wide-web on a T-1…?!

A chic-sleek lightly dressed UNBLOWN WOMAN enters with her Sexium Computer Laptop … and stops at the man;

Jack it up to Sexium-2 Power-Rushed Quad-Lam at 33-point-9 triple-Ghz-peak performance with Cool-Power-Manager: And suck-back on a T-3…!

She caress-tickles the man's belly;

(giggles)
That tickles!

SUPERIMPOSE lower-right sign-- GLINTING:

"Sexium(TM) Inside"

(sly back to -us-)
What's a button for?- if it's not faster?: (a wink)

(finality)
Sexium-2: The Powers-to-be, getting your next-generation!

END OF COMMERCIAL.

DTV-FADE, TO:

INT. NEWS-DESK - (RESUME)

BLUESCREEN [Police Sketches of Gwen, Peter, Daniel]; sexier Jane watches a stacked trio of flat HDTV MONITORS [UFO-Live Scene-Reporter, new jacket; US Area 51 Army investigates at the stealth black UFO desert-landing site; Satellite view]:

(facts)
… That's right, Jane: The huge size of this U-FO, a kilometer long, a hundred meters wide and high: big as five aircraft carriers, -enough for a small city of ten-thousand people,- it's built for space and speed.… Its low detection profile let it sneak-up on planets!

Did they think our planet was easy?

Must have, Jane:- NASA spotted them passing the moon the same time the worldwide windstorms started.

An Aide helps Jane don an Eye-Storm News-anchor "U"-tuxedo;

(points out UFO parts)
The Area 51 Army guys have broken through its tough outer shell hard as carbon-composite, revealing a blue-green under-matrix beneath the stealth black;… And they've entered its command center and engineering decks through a portal left-open in the side. No aliens have been found aboard but three suspects are being sought by Nevada Sheriffs: Sketches are posted with nationwide A-P-B's, as they're believed to have taken a taxi-ride;-- These space-aliens are clever to learn our technologies!

A Stylist redefines Jane's hair, makeup and lipgloss; the [Satellite albedo view] zooms down to Area 51 tracks level;

Pentagon K-G satellite differential albedo detectors show automobile tracks fresh on the desert floor this week: We're postulating more space aliens kidnapped curious and unsuspecting campers approaching the U-FO. All travelers are advised to avoid space aliens and stay tuned to Kroown T-V-Radio for alien-updates;: (lighter)
And connect to our website for U-FO monitoring; And, Support our local advertisers: Buy their products in town before you visit Area 51: They need your patronage today, at their pressure-damaged-goods sales at all stores,- 50-to-80 percent markdown; Lot's of bargains: If the carton's not broken, it's on sale! And fresh produce will arrive next week from the Middle East which was not hit; Stores have finished mopping-up and U-N-M-C-R reports all patients have gone home but fifteen continue under remote observation.…

DTV BLUESCREEN [worldwide damaged-factory images collage];

T-V-2-Max Mobilized Repair Services phones are still ringing off-the-hook; They're calling-in retirees.… 30-percent of the solid state units have been repaired; 10-percent of the tube-types;- Replacements are jetting-in from Europe and Japan, where high winds damaged buildings more than T-V's, and shipping stock allows building-repairs to begin.

An Aide fits Jane with a Globe-Sat-Lite News iced necklet while she inspects herself with a given hand mirror;

Gold Star, China, says it is ready to dump tens of thousands of new TV sets per day, if our U.S. President will relax the antidumping trade restrictions imposed decades ago;- Meanwhile the crates are stacking ten meters high at International Beijing Airport …. And that's up-to-the-minute from Area 51, Jane!

Thank you! And our website visitor-stats show sixty million hits per day from around the world-wide-web.

Good to hear, Jane!

SUPERIMPOSE: TITLE CREDITS: (CONCURRENTLY)

Petry System Family Wision USA, and
N E M O Nuclear Emergency Management,
- present -
a Wision--SesQuaTercet USA production
-BACK HOME IN THE UNIVERSE-
PROFESSORS' SPRING RETURNS (sequel)
Raymond Kenneth Petry, Strategic Director

Okay…: (to camera, smiles)
That was the cutover to the U-F-O landing site!: (facts)
Up next, The report from the meteorological center: We know, where the U-F-O came-from! Then, an update on our three fighter pilots, following a technical explanation from their squadron leader!

ZOOM-OUT-ASIDE Jane, across Bluescreen [Sketches];

ZOOM-IN-UP from a bottom corner, to FULL:

INT. COMPUTER CENTER ROOM - LOW LIGHT (DTV NEWS FILE)

TRANSITION gradually back from the HDTV in the LIVINGROOM;

A computer Earth MAP IMAGES STORM DATA and satellite radar detection of a UFO entering Earth atmosphere over Nevada; KRWN-turtlenecked SCENE-REPORTER interviews white-jacketed NOAA METEOROLOGIST Doctor Shirokki explaining:

(pointing)
First, our GOES-west CONUS weather satellite computer sounded a storm-alert and we noted a ring of storms around the Earth;-- We deduced that if this had an external cause there should be a center of pressure …: (points)
Here, Nevada, which was also under the moon: We postulated a planetary nursery cloud focused by the moon's gravity had broadsided the Earth … but subsequent atmospheric spectral obscuration analyses proved null …. When we finally prompted NASA for a telescopy response, we learned they were tracking something incoming on radar, but they didn't know what ….: (pointing)
They tracked it moving toward Earth at an incredible speed of a million meters per hesit, which is the kind of speed we see in solar flares but it was not in the sun's direction;- And that's where we stand:-- Except the coincidental appearance of the U-F-O landing in Area 51, there's no evidence connecting the events: You know as much as we know!

Could there have been a space chase? -Maybe a space hunter was blasting at the U-FO;- Maybe that's why it had to land on Earth.…

Too highly speculative for the N-O-A-A. I can direct you to D-I-S, or Army Investigative:- They'll answer anything that's not classified. If space aliens are taking refuge in America, the I-N-S can help you.

(includes camera)
Thank you, Doctor Shirokki, of the U.S.A. N-O-A-A Weather Services.

ZOOM-OUT-ASIDE across Bluescreen [Sketches];

ZOOM-IN-ON from another corner, to full Bluescreen:

INT. US ARMY VIDEO SCREENING ROOM - DIM (DTV NEWS FILE)

(CUE FOREGROUND: LIVINGROOM)

A US Army Area 51 CAPTAIN explains the WING-CAMERA VIDEOS of 3 F-22 aircraft with air-to-air missiles attacking the UFO until their destructions halfway by laser blasts and flack from the UFO snout: Images are evasive-on-target:

ATA-MISSILE-VIDEO of UFO; machine GROWLS,--

The growl you hear is the A-T-A locking-on target;: (a beat)
Then in the next scene, missiles are launched on pilot command; But the flack-response from the U-FO quickly removes the ATA;

VIDEO BLANKS,-- SECOND LAUNCH-- BLANKS,-- THIRD;

After 3 launches the black-box shuts-down:: (a beat)
The F-22 was apparently detected as a threat and potential source of the ATA's;-- the pilots ejected:: (a beat)
All three pilots survived the ordeal: We can talk with them.

A HELMET-VIDEO in an F-22 fast-crash-descent … ejection;--

You can see from the helmet camera on this pilot that the F-22 went down quickly: apparently deflected by additional U-FO flack.

AGM MISSILE-VIDEO of UFO … till blankout;--

This missile-nose view is available on the A-G-M-62 Walleye, And again you can see it gets only halfway to the U-FO, before its transmission terminated.

REPLAY same missile-video at SLOW-speed;--

When we replay this in slow motion, we see the flack emanates from around the snout of the U-FO, but just before the flack hits there is a burst of laser-light we think, which blinds the camera …

VIDEO FLASH-BLANKS,--

There! And for the last remaining half-second the transmission is only guidance telemetry.: (a beat)
The Rockwell A-G-M-1-30-A with its M-K-84 warhead, fared no better …. We use the A-G-M's because the U-FO is a big slow target -cumbersome, is a better word: They're fast, but not agile;- We also have the Hughes Maverick A-G-M-65-B-A's, which are TV-guided.

DTV-CUT TO:

INT. US ARMY AREA 51 HOSPITAL BEDROOM - LIT (DTV NEWS FILE)

Mid-interview, US Army pilot CAPTAIN explains from bed--

(working breaths)
It was just huge! I've landed U.S. Navy decks before, Twice on the Enterprise, Aircraft Carrier, In special joint-missions, And this is just huge! We didn't know what to aim-at! We're sure it has a heart, But where that is, We don't know! We just fired A-T-A's, until we were blown-out of the sky!: (coughs)
Mission planning can't tell you, How terrified we feel up there, Against something that big! We flew evasive! We felt we were inside the terror! The open hills gave no solace! Facing that monstrous U-FO machine, We wondered whether the U-FO,-- Whether its pilots were semi-human, Or something bizarre, Like out of science fiction!

DTV-CUT TO:

EXT. CITY SIDEWALK - INTERVIEW - DAYLIGHT (DTV NEWS FILE)

Trite Personal Story, from a WOMAN and young DAUGHTER:

(petty emotes)
… It was terrible:- I'd just put Marsha's birthday cake in the oven, a half hour before, and as I stuck a toothpick in it to check on it, I watched in horror as the cake fell flat!- What was I going to tell the children when they arrived for the party?!

(grinning)
… I was blowing-up balloons for my birthday party but they all at once shriveled-up …. So, I blew-up more, and they all at once expanded by themselves and popped!- It was fun!: (laughs)

DTV-CUT TO:

INT. SMALL PRIVATE OFFICE - DIM (DTV NEWS FILE)

A private businessman UFOLOGIST in contra-Fresnel glasses, shows books and drawings of UFO's to a male TV-REPORTER--

(hyper responsive)
Nothing like we've ever reported in Blue-Book;-- maybe the cigar-shape, --really long cigar-- but up-close it's hollow: really hollow.

(steady pace)
Could these other shapes be shuttle crafts kept inside the mother-ship?

Mother-ship? I don't think this is, the mother-ship: This is huge, but it's built for space travel, not transport:- Initial reports from the Army tell us there's not much room onboard for passengers:-- a thousand, not ten thousand,- Nor extra shuttles: This is a warrior craft, but not, the mother-ship.

(repeats)
These other shapes: Could they be …

(clips)
Yes:: (points to book images)
These could be shuttles from the mother-ship;- but, Where is the mother-ship?- We don't know!

Where do these U-FOs come from?

(to star-map)
Prime territory is the Pleiades Six Sisters cluster-constellation: The literature includes Indian stories with sufficient detail to indict the Sisters in most cases; However, the Pleiadeans have most probably conquered galactic interstellar space and this ship could have come from any direction: Most likely it came from a planet around a nearby star:- Astronomers have found many good candidates.

How do the aliens escape detection?

The U-F-O?- It's stealth-technology from stem-to-stern: But we're catching-up!

(repeats)
How do the space aliens disguise themselves to pass as tourists?

Ah!- They probably have the same number of legs as we have; probably walk upright; two arms; their heads may be misshapen, but that can be disguised; Maybe they stole clothes to hide their other defects.

Are we in danger of species-alienation? Sexual-contact with mankind-like space aliens?

(refutes)
Nawh,- That's movie-hype: In the animal kingdom there's real mating only by homogenetic species: If they are mankind, you get mankind offspring; Rarely do species or their genera develop mules; And mules do not mate successfully:-- that's why they're called, mules. And if you're worried about mule-clones being used as expendable warriors, Don't believe any old-wives' succubae tales: They are probably castrated male-mules, to heighten their attack skills; Women should carry a gun in their purse, and an extra condom; should be safe enough.- The big danger is if they deposit saplings in our bodies.…: (big grin)

(includes camera)
Thank you, on behalf the half of us who can sleep half-better, than our better-half, tonight.: (equal grin)

DTV-BREAK, TO:

INT. WEBMASTER BROWSER - SALES - MIDNIGHT (HDTV COMMERCIAL)

CHRISTMAS-DREAM-CROPPED E-sop.com Emergent Shared-Online Processing web-sales-server:

Background Carolers buzzing, O Little Town of Bethlehem;

(emotes reminisce)
There I was, receiving a million online sales-hits per day, when--

SNIPPET of Jingle Bells,--

Christmas blew in,-- Brrrr…rumbug!

SNIPPET of Beethoven's V-th, dah-dah-dah-dum,--

What was I going to do?!- Clients, needed instantaneous-power twelve times the average throughput,- or cache-flow would choke before the competitors' eleven pipers piping!

SNIPPET of slack-droop orchestra,--

Then, I remembered: E-SOP-dot-com:- Emergent Shared-Online Processing!-

SNIPPET of cavalry bugle,--

By midmorning I was sales-mirrored, and displaying confidence, again!

CLICK: Sales Completion.

FINAL SNIPPET, Carolers up: "And peace, to men on-[line]!"

THANK-YOU RESPONSE;-- E-sop.com banner.

SUPERIMPOSE lower-right sign (CONCURRENT)-- GLINTING:

"Your ten Lords a-leaping …"

(sincere)
E-sop-dot-com:-- The most when you need more, is no fable.

END OF COMMERCIAL.

HDTV-FADE TO:

INT. NEWS-DESK - (RESUME)

BLUESCREEN [improved full-length Police sketches of Gwen, Peter, Daniel in their space-admiral formal arrival-wear];

(facts)
Summarizing the events at the U-F-O site: It's now been confirmed that this U-F-O is, unoccupied, but the campground was occupied at the time the U-F-O landed, Sunday afternoon; Nevada Sheriffs' Department has broadcast All-States Bulletins on three good leads, and we may have the space-aliens by the weekend; N-SITA Bank rescued 2 people trapped in their vault this morning; And, we've got the good news on the F-22 pilots;… We're monitoring the U-F-O landing site and will have cutovers throughout the day; Also the report from the meteorological center: We know where the U-F-O came from!

(begin KRWN music interlude)

This and lots more, right-up, as Royal Kroown TV, Nevada, keeps you informed, as events are unfolded.…

RECYCLE - edited News; alternate ads …

CODA

ALTERNATE AD:

INT. RECEPTIONIST'S OFFICE - MIDDAY (HDTV COMMERCIAL)

The busiest, pretty female PC SECRETARY in the world, works 4 tasks faster than seeming possible pumping 3 simultaneous clients with voice-actuated conversation switching; mouse-avoiding INSET [TV-SOAP]; Her company President recalls his decision to micromanage her Windows-task-hopping: Active-Focus-Time-Accounting service:

FOREGROUND: SWING ROUND:

(to first man)
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(CUE BACKGROUND)

(to first man)
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Thank you, very much, Mrs. Harmon. We'll see you at three … Bye! Grok.: (to first man)
Yes, we can increase the total contractual requirement, Mr. Colander. Grok.: (to second)
Then you'll just have to bring her on your next visit: I'm sure the President will be pleased to sample it. Grok.: (to third)
Wildfire: Replay dictation! Grok.: (to first man)
We'll have that delivered immediately for assembly: There will be no additional delay. Grok.: (to second)
Thursday, at four is just fine, Mr. Peabody: We'll be waiting. Grok.: (to third)
Wildfire: Begin replay! Grok.

BACKGROUND:

(narrating unrushed)
My secretary, The operations engine of this corporation, Works like an octopus on a dance floor …. To keep her toes un-stepped-on, Last year I installed her P-C with the Windows version of Micro Manager Active-Focus-Time-Accountant …. Now, We track every micro-hour divided on every contract … Automatically!- We call it our, Microman-ager, Because she hasn't grow older by years but micro-hours: And she's beautiful, these giga-micro-hours later ….

SUPERIMPOSE lower-right sign, GLINTING golden:

"MicroManager AFTA"
"What PC's are for!"

(sincere)
We have the documents, to prove it!

END OF COMMERCIAL.

CODA

FOREGROUND: (POST-TRANSITION)

INT. LIVINGROOM, SANTA CRUZ CA - SPRING MIDMORNING

PULLED BACK from the pedestalled console HDTV tuned to KRWN TV NewsUpWind-become Eye-Storm News, at the far side wall;-

Hors d'oeuvres table centered before the sofa on the right; full-width sliding glass back wall; far left front door is open except screen door; Kitchen is behind (OS);

PETER (27-30, tall slim blue-eyed male model), Christian, Republican, first-year nuclear physics research professor, lounges on the far end of the sofa, sipping green mint lemonade and watching HDTV; he's a potential suitor-up for

GWEN (OS) (35-40, tall slender blue-eyed blond Swedish Amer. female supermodel), Christian, demure listener, mathematics professor, CLOSES THE REFRIGERATOR DOOR (OS).

NB. Peter, Gwen, Daniel, Harry, eyes, hair, adjust live.

Reordering BEEPS (OS).

BLENDER REVS (OS).

SPATULA CLATTER (OS);--

(loud as to Gwen)
How's it been for you?- Focusing on your lectures?- Avoiding questions about space aliens in the desert?

It's okay.

Anyone discover your glow-in-the-dark speckles?

(glowers)
No,-- I've been going to bed before dark.

(pretend-examines a hand)
Strange stuff,-- keeps glowing days and weeks;-- Makes me feel spacey, on Earth.… Seen Dan yet?

Gwen enters with a plate of a dozen date-'n'-nut-butter-layered-corn-cake corner-cut-sandwiches and napkins,--

(nearing)
No;-- He called: Said he'd come-by early today, "semi-maybe".: (offers plate)
Have a date-'n'-nut-butter fault.: (eats one)

(sits-up, takes two)
Thanks.… I'm worried about Harry: We shouldn't have left him up there.: (eats)

(amid eats)
He can find his way home.

(amid eats)
He's not as navigation-skills oriented as you, Gwen;-- and those SafeGuard missiles were no toys.

He learns very fast,-- especially when he's confronted by big game maneuvers: He got that hole-shuttle going, in less than two minutes.

Mmm,-- and wouldn't come back until he scored:- But what's the score with him?

(sits mid-sofa)
He felt there was something inadequate to coming-back;-- Wasn't sure what it was: just his feeling.

(hesitates)
How … Gwen … Did he tell you that?!

(amid eats)
Yes.

(startles)
When?- While I was returning to the ring-city and galaxy-ship?

Coming down the cosmic elevator.

(knowing smile)
Oh….: (contemplates a bite)

And, he reminded me yesterday.

(rouses)
Yester-Whose-Day!? Gwen.

After you stopped-by …. Then Dan called: He said there's something else I should know, too.

(exasperates)
I'm not following, Gwen: Date-'n'-nut-butter faults, are great, but not as fractal-logic elucidators….

By communicator,- one from the galaxy ship…

Stifling as Kitchen back DOOR (OS) SLIDES OPEN … and SHUT.

FOOTSTEPS (OS) through the kitchen,--

Gwen's newly-extant college-hip smart sister DIANA (21-22, tall slender blue-eyed blond Germanic Swedish Amer. female supermodel), university Senior, concurrent chemistry grad student, Harry's fiancee, enters, eating,--

Hi, Peter.

(mildly surprised smile)
Hello?: (quieter unto Gwen)
Who's your friend?

(exasperates)
You, too, Peter!?-: (to Gwen)
How many more are there, of you?!

Just the three of us;- You'll get used to it, Diana: The desert doesn't forget,-- It's just slow sometimes.

Help, Gwen: What's going on here?- Diana, who?

(unamused)
I'm Gwen's "little" sister, Peter: You've known me for years: I'm grown-up, now, in the normal world.

Gwen: What did I miss?- You don't have a sister;-- A stepsister or someone,-- if I forgot?

As it turns-out, I do have a sister, Peter.…

(unimpressed)
Don't worry about it, Peter: I've figured out who you are, really:-- I know about your little glow-in-the-dark spots, too.

Surprising them both,--

(concerned unto Gwen)
What did you tell her, Gwen?!

(asserts)
She didn't tell me: I guessed;- And shook hands with her: It rubs-off;- I keep one in a vase: It's cute.

Gwen, Peter, are more, surprised, mutually.

DANIEL (30-35, med. tall trim male model), Jewish, Democrat, understandable Bostonian, engineering professor, KNOCKS at the front door--

(through the screen)
Helloooo!

(unto Daniel)
Come-on-in, Daniel.

(enters)
Hi, Gwen; Hi, Peter;: (checks Diana: smiles)
And, hello, cutie.

(unamused)
Hello, Daniel.

Daniel is pleased to be recognized but doesn't know her.

Dan, now that you're here: What did you want to tell Gwen about Harry?

(elates)
He's here!

(together)
He's what!?: (equally paced)
When, did-he, arrive/get-here?!: (and back)
How, did-he, get-here/arrive?!

(distresses)
Oh, Lord,- It's an invasion! Gwen: You told me there were only three of you: Now there's four!?

I didn't know Harry was here: He didn't go with us to the desert.

(checks)
Where, did he arrive?

That's the strange part: He's been here all the time: Never left town.

(calms 2 beats: muses)
That figures ….

(surprised)
Figures!?

(accelerates)
Dan: Meet Gwen's sister.

(smiles approval)
Hello?!: (unto Gwen)
You didn't tell me you had a cute sister, Gwen;-- Private school?: (takes sandwich, napkin)

(inserts low-dour)
Do I have to do this again?!: (lingering thought)

(helps, to Dan)
No: Undergraduate, Senior, with sufficient credits for graduation requirements: Diana is taking graduate courses concurrently but graduates with her Senior class, end of Spring.

Where? Here, at the U…?!

They all nod yes; Daniel puzzled, begins a bite;

Daniel: Do you have glowing spots, too?

(hangs-bite, worries)
Nnngh!?: (but eats, slowly)

She guessed, Dan;-- and, checked us out.

Well, actually I knew something was wrong when you guys didn't return from the desert on-schedule: I'd had terrifying dreams about you, the night before the U-F-O landed:- I couldn't reach you behind the shining lights: And the next night, I dreamt Gwen walked through my room.… I was relieved when you guys got home: But, the night after, I dreamed some kind of boxy space-craft left swiftly, like a hyper-shot …. I woke up trembling.

(chewing)
Well … well … We're here now.… What does this have to do with Harry?

Gwen talked with Harry, yesterday, by communicator…: (adjusts)
Radio satellite network.

(worries)
Are you sure we should be talking about this in front of, Diana?

It's okay by me: You-guys are some kind of angel, manifestations,- Right!?: (mystically)
Alien, plankton, life forms:- Replacements, for my-Gwen!?: (asserts)
I really appreciate what you are doing for me!

(chuckles)
Actually, We think we're quite normal.: (shifts gears)
O-kay.… You-guys put this little skit together to surprise me?!…: (forces)
Hah! Hah! Hah!: (to Diana)
But I've never had such a pretty woman so turned-on by my presence.

(sits abruptly with Gwen)
I'm going with you-guys!

Where are we going?

You're going back: aren't you?! You angels can't stay here forever: Can you?!

(curious)
Why are we going, anywhere?

Dan: Harry's still at the ring-city: Your campus-Harry is a double: He's not our Harry.

Daniel clears his throat, doubly astonished.

Are you sure you can come with us, Diana?

(wails, throw-hugs Gwen)
Don't leave me, alien-Gwen: You're all I have left of my-Gwen.

(understands, hugs)
We must have come down on top of them: We couldn't see directly below us:: (sincere)
I'm sorry.

(tears stop, leans-back)
I can go with you!?- Please!?

(unto Peter)
She can take Harry's place.

Can you trust her, Gwen? She's not really your sister: You've only known her this week.

(one-arm hug)
She is, -sort-of,- the sister I've always felt, I'd had:: (relates)
When I was a small child, Mom told me I was going to have a sister;-- I was excited, but, Years later I asked them, When, she was coming … And they were very sad and quiet;- We never spoke of it again; I know what it is, now,- but I don't want to lose her again: This world must have let her survive.

(agitates)
It's not so easily going to let us, survive: I checked the navy yard:- The submarine is back again but the place is busy; If they find bodies under the galaxy-ship, we may be tried for manslaughter …. Come to think of it, those three jets we downed …

(clips)
Then if we're going, we go tonight!

The kitchen TELEPHONE RINGS (OS),-- Gwen retreats for it,

How are you going to get us out of here, Peter? The galaxy-ship is overrun with U-F-O enthusiasts armed to their metal-detectors with U.S. military might.

The submarine, might be the easiest choice: the fewest challenges; The least presumptuous.: (grins)

(answers telephone)
Hello?!: (self-identifies)
Yes.

(CONCURRENT)

(ad lib admissives)

Yes … yes … yes … we did … yes …

(gathers service, exiting)
Take two Occam's razors, Dan, -that we may be counted among the physicists,- And, Let's go!

(funny-grins)
What's wrong with being a physicist?! …: (confides to Diana)
Your Physics T-A's say, the Creator is on the side of the physicists.…

(tart)
Really!?

They say, He fashioned matter with zero I-Q, to give physicists half a chance.: (grins)

(penetrates 2 beats)
And, Do they know which, half?!

Daniel chuckles. HDTV SOUND DISTINCT, They eat and watch:

…now been confirmed that this U-F-O is, unoccupied, but the campground was occupied at the time the U-F-O landed, Sunday afternoon; Nevada Sheriffs' Department has broadcast All-States Bulletins on three good leads, and we may have the space-aliens by the weekend!…

(begin KRWN music interlude)

Royal Kroown TV Channel 3, Nevada, will keep you informed as events are unfolded.

(finishes louder)
… yes … Tomorrow morning, 11 A-M … Yes … Thank you … Good Bye.: (hangs-up, calls to all)
We go tonight, guys! The cab driver has informed the Nevada Sheriffs,- and our local Police Chief wants to interview us, tomorrow morning,-- school schedule not-withstanding!

FADE TO DARK

FADE IN:

INT. LIVINGROOM - LATE EVENING, SINGLE LAMP

Front door closed; PASSING HEADLIGHTS illumine the drapes; HDTV plays a movie with KRWN News PIP; DVCAM atop ACTUALLY RECORDS this scene [REF Fling03]. On the floor are 4 black packs, 4 black boom boxes, a baton; on the table, 2 galaxy communicators. Of the black-attired blacked-faces foursome, Gwen, Peter, wear their formal space-admiral suits black, collars up; identical watches; Diana models her own chic black outfit and watch; They sit around the table, pointing and discussing strewn diagrams;

Daniel, space-admiral suit white, locks the front door and approaches … fingers the lapel:-- his jacket dims to black;

Somebody might be monitoring us:-: (points to front)
The car parked across the street.: (sits)

(to diagrams)
Why is this so hard: going-back, up?! It was so easy the first time out: We just ran and jumped, and walked and rode and flew.

(augments: moralizes)
And visited and turned-back.… Which suggests a moral: Obedience is easy learning as a child: But, Wisdom is difficult learning for adults,- as, Wisdom, retries your obedience to good, all over again.… I just hope there's not a next stage where learning becomes impossible ….

You angels have this all worked out.

And you'll have to keep-up with us every step-and-turn of the way, as we improvise:-- Easy as skiing!

Except that all this increases both potential and, kinetic energy:-: (snide)
Accelerating up-hill, is easier planned, than implemented!

(counts on fingers)
Really nothing to it, Diana:-- Same as before … This time, we: Run into trouble; Jump off the bandwagon; Walk on thin ice; Ride out the storm; And, fly off the bat ….: (grins)
I'm all ready,-- really.

Yeah: And then, we visit the iniquities, and turn back the clock.

(mock-seeks 6th finger)
Yeah: Forgot about six and seven: Ran out of fingers.

(points in diagrams)
The specific challenges and obstacles we can expect, are, -as we recall:-: (prioritizes)
First, staying ahead of our interview with our Police Chief tomorrow morning. Tonight: Bypassing the demolitions team at the submarine,-- and the destroyers and jet squadrons in the bay,-- and the battleships at sea, tomorrow…. The next afternoon or evening, Riding-out the missile attacks, the DEW line A-B-M's over the horizon, the SafeGuard missiles in LEO, and trans-lunar orbit, --but at least we're riding-out: not riding-in.-- Then: Flying around probable alien traffic in the aether-slipstream; and more at the metal-ring-city …: (tacks)
And, What do you think we may meet at the cosmic elevator, Peter?

You left your code-lock on the control panel: Hopefully no-one, once we're inside the elevator. In the garden, and out in the desert beyond, may be super-cosmosians….

Finding a full refrigerator, On schedule:- If there are people eating out in the cosmos already, Might be empty!

We'll be wasting no time looking for refrigerators: We're better prepared, this time.

Speaking of which: Harry said he's doing all right: He's found ample service supplies around the city; and tied into a cosmic information inter-plex: And he really doesn't want to come back to Earth.

(quiets)
That reminds me,-- excuse me.: (exits to kitchen phone)

(over-thinks)
A'round, the ring-city: 25-million miles, a'round!

One taste of heaven: satisfies the soul, forever.… Anything he wants, from this world?- Might be similar, enough: A replacement jacket?

Diana TOUCH-TONES (OS) the kitchen telephone;

No: He said, his "admiral" suit is amply warm;-- just very lonely: He really wants us, up there, Peter.

I think we've learned our lesson on that score, too.

(quiet-tones to phone)
Harry: I've called to say, good-bye.: (listens)
Yes, remember?- I explained this possibility: Gwen's gone tonight.: (listens longer)
Yes: Love you always, Harry.: (listens)
"God be with you", too, Harry: Bye.: (listens, hangs-up)

He did give me his communicator schedule: It takes about an hour,-- two kilohesits-- round-trip on our galaxy sector of his cosmo-net: a hundred times faster than our galaxy-ship travel: A reply message should be coming-in momentarily.

I hope Diana's parents can forgive her: We never got to tell our, folks!

(appends)
Nor friends and relatives!

It's, Not being able to communicate with them,- that's going to seem wrong: She's of age, not dead.

(considers communicator)
I'll watch-after her, Pete: You and Gwen work together better.

Diana returns to the livingroom--

(somber)
I'm finished,-- ready to go to heaven.

(looks at his watch)
Let's synchronize our watches: 12-point-5-50.: (holds it to Daniel)

Diana adjusts her own;

(holds his to Peter's)
So official.: (presses its button)
We'll tell you about, hesits, Diana.: (rechecks his time)

(glums)
Think time amounts to much where we're going?

Gwen holds hers to Peter's, presses its button, checks it.

Her COMMUNICATOR TINKLES-IN,--

She touches its actuator:-- CRYPTO CONNECTION BLURTS,--

(TINKLE-TINKLE)
Harry, Do you want us to bring you a spare jacket? Your size!?

(TINKLE-TINKLE)
No need, Gwen: This "admiral" suit is amply warm, but so lonely:: (emotes)
Just wishing you were all here.

(to communicator)
We're expediting on this, Harry.: (pauses)

(TINKLE)
Anything you think we're forgetting, Harry?

(TINKLE)
No,-- Plan sounds like a "Go" …: (TINKLE-TINKLE)
Gwen: Is Diana really up, on this?

(TINKLE)
Yes: She's written her power-of-attorney deposition: signed and sealed for Mom's lawyers.

(TINKLE)
Really smart kid, there,-- I hope I like her.

(TINKLE)
We'll advise you of our progress in this decision.

(TINKLE)
You guys are really waiting for me to say, break!?: (football-heroic)
Okay! Let's do this! Keep in touch! Break!

(to communicator)
Soon enough, Harry: Just keep your cap-ten alive.: (pauses)

A blue POLICE-CAR BEACON flashes outside, into the window;

They all notice pensively-- and recheck mutually …

COMMUNICATOR FINAL-TINKLES-out its disconnection;--

(00:00 - Run Away/Real McCoy - mix-over drone)

They snatch-up communicators, papers, boxes, gear, baton;

And head-out the backyard way.

FADE TO:

Petry System Family Wision USA

in conjunction with

project NEMO

presents

Professors' Spring Returns

an advanced space sciences romantic adventure comedy, PG-13 Sci⁴fi feature

Mr. Raymond Kenneth Petry, Strategic Director
a Wision--SesQuaTercet USA production

Four research professors took the ultimate Spring Break
and, now back home, they can't take being space aliens.

[index][script][music][sets&settings][budget][prospectus][roles]

[Music specified in this screenplay is the Strategic Director's selection]

Act 1

'space aliens at home'

[Act 2]

The theory of measurement propounded in this work is not to be cited (as) considering contraband or corpses; Nor are the intellectual appurtenances hereïn to be used for or in the commission of crimes against persons, peoples, properties, or powers (States).

© 1997-2009 Mr. Raymond Kenneth Petry

Petry System Family Wision USA

in conjunction with

project NEMO

presents

Professors' Spring Returns

an advanced space sciences romantic adventure comedy, PG-13 Sci4fi feature

Mr. Raymond Kenneth Petry, Strategic Director a Wision--SesQuaTercet USA production

Four research professors took the ultimate Spring Breakand, now back home, they can't take being space aliens.

[index][script][music][sets&settings][budget][prospectus][roles]

[Music specified in this screenplay is the Strategic Director's selection]

Act 1

'space aliens at home'

[Act 2]

The theory of measurement propounded in this work is not to be cited (as) considering contraband or corpses; Nor are the intellectual appurtenances hereïn to be used for or in the commission of crimes against persons, peoples, properties, or powers (States).

© 1997-2009 Mr. Raymond Kenneth Petry

an advanced space sciences romantic adventure comedy, PG-13 Sci⁴fi feature

Mr. Raymond Kenneth Petry, Strategic Director
a Wision--SesQuaTercet USA production

Four research professors took the ultimate Spring Break
and, now back home, they can't take being space aliens.