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[Elisha Cuthbert]

Well, 21 I'm gonna work on today and tomorrow, with it possibly being finished either Sunday or Saturday night and ready for whoever to edit. It's going to be very different in tone from anything we've ever seen on the show before, while similar in other ways.....

 

[Movies205]

Well, 21 I'm gonna work on today and tomorrow, with it possibly being finished either Sunday or Saturday night and ready for whoever to edit. It's going to be very different in tone from anything we've ever seen on the show before, while similar in other ways.....

I keep forgetting is this a continuation of what I wrote or the other thing ?

 

[Elisha Cuthbert]

I keep forgetting is this a continuation of what I wrote or the other thing ?

This is the "other" thing that we talked about, Movies.

 

[Movies205]

This is the "other" thing that we talked about, Movies.

Oh that thing... Why didn't you say so

 

[Master Chief]

Be Gone MC

I SAY NAY NAY! !!

hah.

 

[Movies205]

I SAY NAY NAY! !!

hah.

Well hello Mr. I love too much...

 

[Master Chief]

This series is Claire Bennet.
I am Nathan Petrelli.
JJohny is Noah Bennet.
You are Sylar.
Socs is Micah Sanders.

lol.

 

[Elisha Cuthbert]

This series is Claire Bennet.
I am Nathan Petrelli.
JJohny is Noah Bennet.
You are Sylar.
Socs is Micah Sanders.

lol.

ha ha ha ha ha...I have to admit, I had this weird feeling when I started really getting into Heroes, especially when they went into the history of Hiro's sword and when Claire gets the necklace, like holy ****, they're stealing my stuff. That turned me off to Heroes for awhile but I'm sort of back into it now...it's okay I guess.

 

[Vilya]

Great job! i loved my part t:

 

[Movies205]

Great job! i loved my part t:

Then you died

 

[Master Chief]

ha ha ha ha ha...I have to admit, I had this weird feeling when I started really getting into Heroes, especially when they went into the history of Hiro's sword and when Claire gets the necklace, like holy ****, they're stealing my stuff. That turned me off to Heroes for awhile but I'm sort of back into it now...it's okay I guess.

I burned through the first season in a few days.

I like how they had great episode after great episode, then the finale comes along and it sucked, hahah. Thanks the jeebus their worst episode is the one they left us with until volume 2.

 

[Elisha Cuthbert]

alright well I'm still not done, because i went back and reread what i had and it was all crap. Like, really bad crap. So uh, maybe it will be finished tomorrow or the next day and someone can edit it.

 

[Movies205]

Yousa got it homeslice...

 

[Socrates]

This series is Claire Bennet.
I am Nathan Petrelli.
JJohny is Noah Bennet.
You are Sylar.
Socs is Micah Sanders.

lol.

Spoiler

Nathan is Claire's biological father, right? Are you insinuating this series is somehow your daughter?

 

[Master Chief]

F*****K YEAAAAAAH!!!

Way back when me and JJ were making up bulls**t scripts. I was like, why not make something like a TV show? Where we'd release new scripts every week? And he was like, "FUUK YEAH!!" lol. So it was my baby, but I gave it to JJ. He raised this s**t, he owns this story. And now Movies is trying to eat his brain. lol. And you can talk to machines, so that's wickedass stuff.

Not that movies trying to eat JJ's brain is bad, it's just. Yes. Referencerial purposes.

 

[Elisha Cuthbert]

F*****K YEAAAAAAH!!!

Way back when me and JJ were making up bulls**t scripts. I was like, why not make something like a TV show? Where we'd release new scripts every week? And he was like, "FUUK YEAH!!" lol. So it was my baby, but I gave it to JJ. He raised this s**t, he owns this story. And now Movies is trying to eat his brain. lol. And you can talk to machines, so that's wickedass stuff.

Not that movies trying to eat JJ's brain is bad, it's just. Yes. Referencerial purposes.

Stop bringing this up before i eat your brains.
Anyways I'm back so the episode should be done if i really get on my ass by tuesday night. And the lineage of this show is a lot more like that new Chuck P. book I just finished reading, Rant: with MC as Rant Casey, Me as Chester Casey, Movies205 as Green Taylor Simms, Socrates as Shot Dunyun and the series as rabies.

 

[Rorschach II]

Name: Rorschach II
Past History: Based on a vigilante (from an alternate universe) known as Rorschach, I wear a white mask with an ever-changing black ink blot as well as a coat and fedora on my quest to fight crime.
Super Powers (if any): I'm a bad ass.
Survival techniques: I use everyday objects as weapons to get out of sticky situations and I have a grappling hook.

 

[Elisha Cuthbert]

EPISODE 22: "EUTHYPHRO"
Written by Jolly Johnny AKA Elisha Cuthbert AKA Murray
Edited by Movies205 AKA Agent M205 AKA Green Arrow

​

Ext. The limousine - Night
Fade into a limousine a junkie named MIRKO sits in between a lascivious woman named MISTRESS WEB and a slightly overweight man named ERIC H. EMMA. Across from them is NICK STRAHLER. The woman is straight out of those old movie pictures, red dress, big ****, and trouble. However the junkie looks pitiful especially since he has a black eye.

Mirko (V.O.)

The woman next to me, has it all body, rits, etc… So I said what any upstanding gent would say, "Blow me
(Beat)
Please?" That's the story of the black-eye… However how I got here is something else entirely.

​

Ext. the prarie - day
A TITLE CARD - "MANY MOONS AGO"
A prairie stretches across a thin and desolate landscape. Its scale is vast and unfathomable. Miles and miles of nothing stretch out into a beautiful sunset. We see a young kid. He walks down a beaten path slowly. There is a black spot on his right eye. His clothes are ragged are ripped, his new shoes are covered in mud. In his right hand he carries a batch of muddy, ruined papers.

In front of this boy is a yellow house… well, it's not exactly yellow. The wood chips falling off of it turn it into more of a tan color. A gruff-looking older woman sits on her rocking chair, rocking back and forth. She looks at the boy through slanted eyes.

ELDER WOMAN
What happened to you? You look terrible.


YOUNG BOY
It was just some guys from school, a kid named Yang… he was calling me a wuss. Mom, in the fight, my story got ruined. You can't even read it now.

​

The young boy hands his mother the ruined papers. They are indeed muddy, broken in pieces and unreadable. She sighs, and motions the young boy toward her.

ELDER WOMAN
I have something for you, Mirko. It's a gift I was waiting to save for later, but I may as well give this to you…it's a little something from the depot.

​

Mirko's mom reaches into her bag that lays next to her, and pulls out a slender piece of magazine pulp. It is a comic-book, and the inscription reads "DAREDEVIL". She hands it to the young man, who looks at it confused.

MIRKO
But I wanted Spider-man!


ELDER WOMAN
The man at the counter said this was just as good, if not better. Go ahead, read it.
​

Mirko flips through, a little uneasy about the whole thing. The pictures entice him, and then he starts to read the writing.

MIRKO
Who's Frank Miller?

ELDER WOMAN
I don't know, but maybe you'll get to meet him someday.


MIRKO
You really think so?
​

Mirko's mom smiles a wide, pretty smile.

MIRKO'S MOM
You'll see one day, Mirko. You'll be someone people look up to, you'll be someone special. Just keep going with your writing, and one day, you'll be so rich, powerful and famous that bullies like Yang will wish they'd never done such stuff to you… Mirko, my little angel.
​

Mirko's Mom and Mirko hug, FREEZE FRAME

MIRKO (v.O.)
This is my only surviving memory of my mom, perhaps my only happy memory... Perhaps it's more of a curse... Or perhaps it was a dream... All I know is that pops makes millions in New York.
​

Int. Office - new york
Mirko as a little kid however this time he's waiting in an office, the chairs are so high up his feet don't even touch the group, the secretary keeps looking at him since he keeps fidgeting.

MirkO
Where's my dad?

Secretary
Just be quiet!

MIRKO
FINE!
​

Mirko is quiet all of sudden a proud man in a business suit comes out of the office, Mirko yells out "DAD!"

MIRKO's Dad
QUIET! I can't take you anywhere with you embarrassing me.
​

Mirko is ashamed.

MIRKO'S DAD (CONT'D)
Also what's this I hear about you writing stories? Writing is for ****, your going become a businessman.
​

Mikro's Dad's face is one of stout anger, FREEZE FRAME.

MiRKO (V.O.)
That's the memory I have of my father, the only memory. All I know is drugs, writing, and those two memories.
​

TITLE CARD: MANY YEARS LATER…
FADE IN.
EXT. BACK ALLEY – NIGHT
Rats run rampant over vomit-filled streets, puddles full of liquor for them to splash through. Mirko has grown older. His face is hidden, weary. He looks like ****. He has no shame about anything anymore.

He looks down at his hands. His knuckles are bloody, and open scabs caress wrinkled skin. He sighs.

MIRKO (V.O.)
How I got to this point I do not know the drugs have stolen that from me, my memory's not to good anymore.

MIRKO (CONT'D)
Mother ****er!
​

He picks himself up, making squishy sounds with his bare feet. On the side of a graffiti covered wall, beer bottles lie on the ground. Mirko picks one of them up and drowns it, taking in only the aftertaste. He looks forward, and in the distance sees a man looking at himself in the mirror, grinning at the mirror and winking. Mirko shakes his head and picks up a sack that is lying on the floor. He enters through the back door of some building.

INT. BAR
Mirko walks into the bar, keeping his head down to avoid the smiles from the other patrons. Behind the bar counter the bartender laughs and jeers. A sombrero hangs on top of his head. When he sees Mirko, his smile fades.

BARTENDER IN SOMBRERO
What are you doing here, Mirko? You're gonna get me fired.

MIRKO
You'll keep your job like always, Andrew.

ANDREW
I'm serious, Mirko. I mean, I'm usually a care-free guy, even when I'm drunk. But your little shenanigans are really starting to get me a little pissed, and not in the British sense of the word.

MIRKO
Oh, cool your pipes or whatever, I just want a drink.
​

Andrew shakes his head and points to the front door.

ANDREW
You already know what the answer to that is, Mirko. Get out of my store before I call the cops on you.

MIRKO
Fine…I wouldn't like your beer anyway. It's always warm—tastes like dried piss.
​

Mirko heads for the door when he hears a familiar voice that cuts him down and makes him stand still if only for a moment, the hairs on his skin rising.

VOICE
MIRKO!
​

Mirko turns around to see a well-dressed man in a tuxedo. He has ruffled brown hair that has been combed, probably to make him look cool or something. He wears an extravagant blue suit. Mirko walks over to him, and the man motions to the seat in front of him. Mirko reluctantly sits down in front of him.

OLD MAN
Hello, son. I've missed you…how has the lack of common sense, decency and goodwill been treating you?

MIRKO
Just fine, actually. How'd you find me, by the way?

OLD MAN
I looked in every bar in the district. Not that hard really.

MIRKO
I guess not. So the next question is: why are you here, dad?

OLD MAN
Well I would say that I was here to see how you're doing but you know I could give less of a ****. No, I'm afraid I'm here on bad news.
​

Mirko grimaces. Seeing this man has brought a hate up inside of him…it wasn't like he wasn't perpetually angry, but this just made it worse.

MIRKO
Well its not like you ever bring me any good news, is it?

OLD MAN
No, I'm afraid not. Your sister called me the other day, leaving a hysterical message. I of course just thought she was being silly. Then I found out…that she was in trouble.

MIRKO
What kind of trouble?

OLD MAN
Let me cut to the chase: she's dead Mirko. She died from drug overdose.
​

Mirko backs away in his chair.

MIRKO
She what? But--

OLD MAN
I cried when I found out but I got over it and I'm sure you will too. I just need you to promise me that you won't go to the funeral.

MIRKO
You ****ing ****. I deserve to at least know—

OLD MAN
You don't deserve anything. Tell me Mirko, what's in the bag? More meth for you to ruin your life with?
​

Mirko takes the bag off his shoulders and stares straight at his father. Then he unzips the bag and pours book after book onto the table. Behind Mirko, Andrew is calling security.

Mirko's father looks at the books, bemused. He picks up each one on the table and examines it. He starts to laugh.

OLD MAN
What is this? "A history of the mafia"? "The feminine mystique"? "The Holocaust: then and now"? East ****ing Timore? Plato? Sigmund Freud? You've been collecting books, Mirko?

MIRKO
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance, dad.

OLD MAN
Who said that?

MIRKO
Socrates.
​

Mirko's father shakes his head in an unbelieving manner and tosses a book aside.

OLD MAN
That guy was probably an ******* anyway. What do you know about philosophy?

MIRKO
I know enough. What do you know, dad?

OLD MAN
I know that this "writing" of yours, if you can call it that, is what really got you here in the first place. If you had just stopped and came to work with me, I could have pretended like I didn't know about your drug dependency and none of this would have happened.
​

Mirko flips his dad the bird in an uncaring manner. Mirko's father shakes his head and gets up to leave.

OLD MAN (CONT'D)
This was a mistake to even come here.

MIRKO
I'm going to that funeral dad.

OLD MAN
You do and I'll have you thrown in jail like the rest of your hippie friends.

MIRKO
I'm not a hippie…

OLD MAN
No you're a failure.
​

Mirko makes two fists and then starts pounding his father, then he lifts his head up suddenly as if waking up to breath, there's a flash, he's in the subway, he has a letter in his hands.

Int. SUBway - day
Mirko gets up and he's freaked out, and he's looking all around.

MirkO
WHAT THE **** IS GOING ON!
​

He looks down and sees the letter in his hand it's from his mother, saying that she doesn't want junkie coming to his sister's funeral however it's out in Kansas.

MiRKO (CONT'D)
I have a sister?
​

Trains starts rushing past him really fast, he starts to scream, all of a sudden he's once again pouring beers down his throat in the subway. Cars pass and the roar of the train can be heard in the background, and all that this does is give Mirko an even bigger headache. Mirko isn't paying attention when another man comes from around the corner and shoves a sandwich in Mirko's face.

VOICE
Hey, you hungry?
​

Mirko looks up and sees a semi-overweight bearded man with ketchup stains on his superman t-shirt. He looks down at Mirko smiling. Mirko looks up at him confused.

MIRKO
You're… you're offering me your sandwich?

SEMI-OVERWEIGHT GUY
Sure, you need it more than I do.
​

Mirko reluctantly grabs the sandwich from his hands at bites into it. It tastes sweeter than anything he's ever tasted before.

MIRKO
Thank you. It's just…people don't usually offer me food like that.

SEMI-OVERWEIGHT GUY
I'm not most people. Hey, I have this lottery ticket I'm playing too. You want in on that action?
​

The man reaches into his pants pocket and hands Mirko a lottery ticket. Mirko looks at it and shakes his head.

MIRKO
No, I couldn't.

SEMI-OVERWEIGHT GUY
Ah, come on. Just take it man, what have you got to loose?
​

Mirko looks at the lottery ticket suspiciously. It's possible that this guy really isn't being this nice to him, that his father set this all up, if that version of his father even exist? But he decides to take the chance anyway.

MIRKO
All right. But you've given me so much, what do I have to give you?

SEMI-OVERWEIGHT GUY
Well, for starters, you could tell me your name.

MIRKO
It's Mirko.
​

Mirko gets up and shakes the man's hand. He has a firm grip.

SEMI-OVERWEIGHT GUY
Nice to meet you, Mirko. Now I have to get going, so I'll see you around.
​

The man takes off down the busy street and Mirko looks down at his card. He calls back to the man.

MIRKO
Thank you!
​

The man is gone.

MiRKO (CONT'D)
What?
​

Mirko looks the other way there's a flash of light, a train goes by, when the train has passed, Mirko as well is gone.

INT. VAN – NIGHT
Eric and Nick crowd against a series of television screens. They are watching the news with a growing state of perplexity. Eric is handsome with a full set of jet black hair however he's slightly over-weight, the other gangly and ungroomed: the type of ginger they make horror movies about. Both wear identical sunglasses and in this lighting look like total pricks.

NICK
****, it's on the news all ready. What are we gonna do, Eric?
​

The other man turns to the redhead and shakes his head.

ERIC
Just stay calm, Strahler. Nobody knows a hobo has the ticket yet, and if we're lucky that fat moron will never say anything about it.
​

The one identified as Strahler is pacing around.

STRAHLER
Yeah, but he said he shared the ticket with a guy named Mirko. On television! Which means their going to be looking for this Mirko guy, and if this Mirko guy sees it we're both screwed.

ERIC
That's why we have to get to him before he sees it.
​

Eric gets up and heads for the door of the van. And on the news, a woman in too much make-up is talking about a miracle lottery winner. She is saying that the winner is a man that starts with "M".

STRAHLER
****!
​

EXT. CITY STREETS – DAY
People walk along the streets, not noticing one another. The expressions on their face are all the same: bland, wooden, uncaring about anything accept themselves…except for one. Mirko lies curled in the fetal position on the side-walk with a puddle of his own vomit to accompany him, he's shaking uncontrollably, everyone is staring at him. He finally stops and gets up. Mirko looks pale, and his arms shake in his pockets. Purple bags are under his eyes. He is walking towards a lighted up trash can, the fire burning the trash of society. Above the trash can is a hobo that looks almost like a stalker and pedophile. His clothes are tarnished, yet he grins huge when he sees Mirko coming up to him.

HOBO
Oh **** its Mirko. You gots the money, cause I gots the stuff.


MIRKO
Yeah, I got your money Matt. Just give me what I want so I can get out of here.
​

The man named Matt smiles and reaches into his coat.

MATT
Here you go Mirko, I got this bag ready just for you.
​

Matt pulls out a bag of what looks like thousands of little pieces of breakable glass. It's crystal meth. Mirko hands Matt a wad of cash and, his arms shaking, grabs the meth. Matt smiles.

MATT (CONT'D)
You know Mirko, I heard about you on the news. Well, probably not you, just somebody that had your same name.

MIRKO
What are you talking about?

MATT
The lottery winner. You didn't hear about that? Hilarious. Some fat guy won the lottery and he wants to share it with a guy named Mirko. It'd be really ****ing funny if that was you.
​

Mirko suddenly takes two steps back. He looks down at the Meth in his hands.

MIRKO
Uh, can I give this back to you and get my money back?

MATT
**** no. I know I'm Canadian but I'm not an Indian giver.

MIRKO
**** it!
​

Mirko takes out a gun from his jacket and fills Matt full of lead.

Matt
(As he's dying)
****ing Junkies!
​

Mirko puts the gun to his head.

MIRKO
To be sure, he who never lived at the right time could hardly die at the right time! Better if he were never to be born!
​

You hear a gunshot cut to black!

 

[Elisha Cuthbert]

INT. CAR
Agent Eric and Agent Strahler sit in a car watching the traffic. Only Eric keeps his eyes open as Strahler dozes off next to him. Eric watches the street through sunken eyes when he sees Mirko run past them. He nudges Strahler who wakes up next to him.

ERIC
Wake up, Nick. He's on the move!
​

Strahler looks up groggily at the hobo.

NICK STRAHLER
****, either that or he has to take a piss. Okay Emma let's go.
​

They both hop out of the car: Eric quickly with a cold determination, Nick slowly with a relaxed interest in the whole thing.

EXT. CITY STREETS – CONTINUOUS
Mirko slows his run to a walk as he sees people staring at him. He slouches down next to a corner. Mirko starts to run his fingers down his hair, all of sudden FREEZE FRAME.

Mirko (V.O.)
Look I know what your saying, but HE SHOT HIMSELF! And I did but now I'm alive, I'm sorry that's how the story goes, now shut the **** up and watch!
​

Frame unfreezes.

MIRKO (CONT'D)
It can't be me. That's ludicrous. There's gotta be somebody else in the world named Mirko. And maybe he knows a fat guy who helped him win the lottery. Yeah that makes a lot of sense…DAMN IT!

VOICE
We know how you're feeling Mirko.
​

Mirko spins around to see Eric Nema and Nick Strahler staring at him in there expensive penguin suits that they probably got out of goodwill.

MIRKO
Who are you?

Eric h. Emma
We're with social services, Mirko. We want to talk to you about your winning ticket.

NICK STRAHLER
Just come with us. We'll be real nice.

MIRKO
Oh…well uh, can't you just give me the money and then I can leave?
​

Mirko gives Eric an unsure smile, to which Eric keeps his face stiff and shakes his head.

ERIC H. EMMA
I'm afraid it doesn't work that way Mirko. Especially for someone of your
(Beat)
Stature.
​

Nick gets up in Mirko's face and points a finger at him.

NICK STRAHLER
You're a ****ing bum, you bum. You'll never be anything other than a bum! Except maybe a drunken loser addicted to Meth.

MIRKO
What, you came down from the government to insult me?
​

Nick smiles and it brings all the freckles to the upper side of his face.

NICK STRAHLER
It's a great job.

ERIC H. EMMA
Look, Mirko, you have to understand. This is a business deal. And it's not good for business to have a homeless man win the lottery, especially when he has a rich dad and a track record that isn't totally flattering.

NICK STRAHLER
You suck ass Mirko. And we're watching out for you.

MIRKO
I'm flattered. But if you don't want me to win anything, why don't I just leave and not let you have to hassle—
​

Mirko takes off to leave but Eric again shakes his head.

Eric H. EMMA
It's gotten too complicated for that now. You're all over the news.

MIRKO
So what?

NICK STRAHLER
So we're gonna hide you numbnuts. Like a pair of tampons we don't want our husbands to see.

MIRKO
Hide me? Where? I'm a hobo…

Eric H. EMMA
We're going to completely erase your existence. It'll be like you never lived.
​

Mirko looks from Nick to Eric confused. His legs start to twitch uncontrollably.

MIRKO
You're kidding right?

EriC H. EMMA
The idea is this, Mirko: you get to totally restart your life. Start over from scratch. You're going to need a new identity to live into.

NICK STRAHLER
Yeah, like ****ing Spider-man.

ERIC H. EMMA
You have any ideas, Mirko?
​

Mirko shifts around uneasily. He runs his hands all over his body. Then he turns, resilient, and faces the two of them.

MIRKO
I'm full of ideas. That's why everyone hates me.

NICK STRAHLER
Man, if I was gonna create a personality, I'd name myself Johnny, like Johnny Cool.

Eric H. EMMA
I'd probably just devote myself to film.

NICK STRAHLER
What? That's such bull**** Eric, you won't watch any movies with me.

ERIC H. EMMA
That's cause you watch are crappy 70s slasher films.

NICK STRAHLER
Ah, **** off. All you watch are ****ty Noir movies, what is that bull****, WE GET IT WOMEN SUCK WHILE YOU TILTED A CAMERA!

ERIC H. EMMA
Yeah... Gratutious Nudity with ****ty camera angles, is real art!

Nick strahler
IT'S CALLED REALISM!
​

As the two of them argue, Mirko softly backs away, and then breaks into a mad dash. Eric looks around, angry.

ERIC H. EMMA
What does he think he's going? Strahler, go get him in the van..

NICK STRAHLER
Ah damnit!
​

INT. VAN – NIGHT
Mirko awakes, the passing streetlights and cars shining brightly from the windows and radiating onto Mirko's unkempt face. He is in the back of the van, a pink blanket wrapped over him. He gets up and sees the two social service agents driving up front. He turns around and sees two pictures lying at the edge of the car. Inside their shattered frames are pictures of a park, one of just a sidewalk, the other with several graves marked only with numbers—through 10 to 1. Mirko looks around and tries to walk forward but the car swerves around and Mirko slams into the side of the car with a loud thump.

ERIC H. EMMA
Good Morning, Mirko.

MIRKO
Nice driving.
​

Mirko looks forward and sees that Nicholas is driving.

NICK STRAHLER
You're damn right *****!
​

The car swerves in the opposite direction and Mirko struggles to keep his balance. Eric turns around in his seat to talk to him.

ERIC H. EMMA
Have you thought about what I said before?

MIRKO
Oh yeah. The struggle for identity is a central theme in a lot of stories, so its sort of weird now that I have to make my own. But I suppose I'll manage.

ERIC H. EMMA
What exactly did you have in mind?

MIRKO
Well, maybe I'd call myself Mr. Thing.

NICK STRAHLER
That sounds like a porno name.
​

There is a loud screech and Mirko hits the side again, and the frames shatter so that the pictures become scattered across the floor.

ERIC H. EMMA
Well I don't know sounds oddly menacing.

NICK STRAHLER
Like a little thug kid on Ritalin.

ERIC H. EMMA
Or Samuel L. Jackson.

MIRKO
Well I don't know, I just wanted to get creative.

ERIC H. EMMA
Fellow writer eh? You should go here.
​

Eric hands Mirko a card. Printed on it is the address of a building and the words "MAKE YOUR FICTION A REALITY" on it.

MIRKO
What's this?

ERIC H. EMMA
It's a sort of club for writers. You should go there if you want to—
​

Nick slams on the break and Mirko falls over onto his back. The car comes to a complete stop, Nicholas pulls the keys out of the ignition and turns around.

NICK STRAHLER
We're here, *****es.
​

EXT. SHADDY BUILDING – NIGHT
The three of them get out of the car, Mirko lagging behind. Eric looks at Nick annoyed when he sees the building they are outside of. Strahler just looks back, widens his eyes and smiles.

MIRKO
Hey, what if I called him, I mean myself or whoever, Matrix instead of Mr. Thing. Would that be better?

NICK STRAHLER
No, that just sounds like Arnold Schwarzenegger's character from Commando. Now come on. Since we're not gonna let you win the lottery Mirko, we've decided to take pity on you and show you a good time.
​

Mirko follows the two of them up to the building when Eric grabs Nick by the collar and turns to Mirko.

ERIC H. EMMA
Will you excuse us for one minute?

MIRKO
Um…sure.
​

Eric walks over, pulling Nick by the collar and dragging him across the parking lot.

ERIC H. EMMA
What the hell are you doing?


NICK STRAHLER
Hey you wanted to give him a place to hide right? Besides, you know the kind of fun she'll have with him.

ERIC H. EMMA
I don't want to do that to the poor guy.

NICK STRAHLER
Come on, Eric, since when did either of us have a conscience?
​

Eric looks over at Mirko and then back at Nick.

ERIC H. EMMA
(Sighing)
Fine.
​

Eric turns around and they both head back over to Mirko. Nick puts his hand over Mirko's shoulder, who looks totally floored by the whole thing. They enter through the door.

INT. SHADY BUILDING
Scantily clad women and suspicious, shady looking men crowd around in the main entrance hall to the building. It looks like something from a bad, low budget hip-hop video. Mirko, Eric and Nick all look extremely out of place here. They head for the main secretary, who is wearing a low cut pink sweeter and chewing gum away distractedly. Next to her is a pink cord phone and a bell with a sign that says "please ring for assistance". Nick walks up and rings it, and she looks at him and shakes her head.

SECRETARY
Funny stuff, *******.

NICK STRAHLER
I missed you too Honey. How've you been?

SECRETARY
I've been just fine. Now what the **** do you want?
​

Nick turns around and grabs Mirko by the shoulder and shoves him forward. Mirko fakes a smile, he is slightly embarrassed and obviously a little pissed off.

NICK STRAHLER
Mirko here needs a place to stay. We were wondering if you could keep him here, as a favor between old friends.
​

Nick smiles a wide smile, and she just stares back at him unamused. Behind him, Eric is shaking his head and burying his face in his hand.

SECRETARY
You've got to be kidding me. That's the single dumbest thing I've ever heard.

NICK STRAHLER
Well, you know, it's only for a couple days…or months.

MIRKO
Um, excuse me, but what is this place?
​

Nick looks back at Mirko a little angry, and the secretary suddenly has a bemused look on her face. Eric is staring up at the ceiling, pretending this all isn't happening.

SECRETARY
He doesn't know where we are? That's priceless.

NICK STRAHLER
Isn't it?

MIRKO
No, seriously. Where are we?

SECRETARY
Okay, I'll give you a room. Because I find this so funny, I'm going to have him stay in a room with Mistress De Web.
​

At hearing this name, Nick laughs, and so does the secretary. Eric grabs Mirko, who is beginning to feel extremely underappreciated.

ERIC H. EMMA
Mirko, there's kind of something I have to talk to you about.


MIRKO
Look, I want to talk to you to. I've thought about this, and I don't know why I even went along with this for a second. You two are off your rocker, and maybe if I do except this lottery thing, then maybe things we'll finally start going my way.

ERIC H. EMMA
What are you talking about?

MIRKO
I mean, maybe I can show people what an ******* my father is. Maybe I can start writing again. Maybe I can attend my sister's funeral. Don't you see? I can stop doing meth. This is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me either way, and damn you for taking it away from me. So thanks for your hiding place but you can just go to hell.
​

Eric nods seriously, looking behind Mirko.

ERIC H. EMMA
I'm sorry to hear that.
​

And from behind Nick knocks Mirko on the floor with the back of a pistol.

FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN.
INT. SATIN-COVERED ROOM
Fragrance lines the walls. Scented candles are in every corner. Mirko awakes once more, this time in a satin sheeted bed that has been severely ruffled. He looks down at himself and realizes that he is completely naked. This causes him to be startled and his eyes dart across the room. A door to the side left opens, and a woman dressed in bondage appears. She has long blonde hair and make-up has been plastered to her face. She looks at Mirko and shakes her head.

BONDAGE GIRL
There you are.
​

Mirko instinctively covers his naughty parts with the bed sheets.

MIRKO
Um…could you please explain what's going on right now cause I'm afraid I'm just a little bit at a loss.

BONDAGE GIRL
Well…your friends left you here I suppose to hide you. So what you're going to do is stay hidden, that means, I don't want any actual paying costumers to see you. And if you do something stupid I am trained in several martial arts practices and I am almost guaranteed to kick your ass, so watch yourself. Also, you don't have to cover yourself, it’s not like it’s something I've never seen before.
​

Mirko looks around frantically for his clothes, and slowly gets out of the bed, keeping the sheets over himself. He is starting to get concerned.

MIRKO
Paying customers…you're not a--?
​

The doorbell rings and the girl looks back at Mirko concerned.

BONDAGE GIRL
****. Your clothes are in the bathroom, go in there and hide. Now!
​

Mirko runs, keeping the bed sheets over himself, but she grabs them from them.

BONDAGE GIRL (CONT'D)
Gross, I kind of need those.
​

She throws the bed sheets back on the bed, and starts to arrange the bed. Then she heads for the door, and Mirko closes the door to the bathroom.

INT. BATHROOM
Mirko falls onto the tiled floor, cold and desperate. He sees his clothes and puts them on. In the background he can hear the girl greeting someone.

MIRKO
Why the hell would they leave me with a prostitute? And what the hell am I supposed to do now?
​

Mirko shakes his head and shakes into his pants. The guy is talking now, he sounds like a total prick.

TOTAL PRICK
Hey, you look damn good today sugar.
​

Mirko reaches into his pants pocket. He finds two ones, a couple tootsie roll pops, and a card for making fiction into reality. Mirko looks at the card that Eric had given him yesterday, and sees the address. Then he looks out the window.

BONDAGE GIRL
My name is Mistress de Web, but you can call me Webby. And when you're with me, things can get sticky.
​

Mirko looks out the window. He's four stories up, but there's a fire escape not too far down. He opens it, and sits up, his feet on the toilet seat near the window. The wind cascades through his hair.

MIRKO
****.
​

And Mirko jumps, completely misses, his head hits smack on the payment his neck snaps, Mirko is dead... AGAIN. FLASH OF WHITE AGAIN.

 

[Elisha Cuthbert]

EXT. CHURCH

Mirko (v.O.)
Next thing I know I'm walking into some first Baptist Church, let me tell you guys... Dying is actually kind of fun... And sort of liberating, trust me... I've done it… TWICE.
​

Mirko walks outside of the first Baptist Church. A sign is hung there with all the important dates of the church, and at the bottom is printed "council meeting, 7:15". Mirko looks at the card and it says "MAKE YOUR FICTION A REALITY. First Baptist Church—Janitorial office, first meeting at 7:15 (say you're at the council meeting)". Mirko looks at the card and shakes his head.

MIRKO (CONT'D)
What the **** am I doing here?
​

Mirko walks up the stairs and into the main entrance of the church.

INT. CHURCH HALLWAY
Mirko walks past the hallway and sees a man standing there. He walks up to him.

MIRKO
Um, excuse me, could you tell me where the janitor's office is? I need to get a room and I don't have a key so…


GUY
I am the janitor, but if you're looking for that crazy cult place, it's down the hall.

MIRKO
Oh, thanks.
​

Mirko takes off in that direction and the janitor snickers to himself. Mirko finds a door marked "Janitor's office" and enters into it.

INT. JANITOR'S OFFICE
Several people are slouched together in tiny green uncomfortable chairs. A couple people stand in the front writing something on a blackboard with chalk. They are in the middle of a speech, and Mirko sneaks in a back seat, sitting next to a man who may have a little bit too much gel in his hair.

SPEECH GIVER
This all brings us to the grand question: how much of your life is real and how much of it is fictional? We see people walking this line every day and we don't even acknowledge them. We tell them that there's something wrong with them…something psychologically wrong with them. When we should be pointing them to the truth.
​

Mirko watches all the others shake their heads and agreement and talk amongst themselves. Mirko nudges the guy next to him with the bad gel.

MIRKO
What the **** is he talking about? What kind of a whacko place is this?
​

The noise dies down and the speech giver smiles. Then he begins to talk again.

SPEECH GIVER
Those that walk this line have a tough task ahead of them. And I'm here to say something that nobody else will: we all walk that line in a way that we won't even admit to ourselves. The internet came out, and we have all the information in the world at our fingertips. We could end wars, stop famine, get messages out to people but no, what do we use it for? Just more useless fiction: videogames and porno.
​

Mirko laughs to himself. The guy next to him does not seem amused.

SPEECH GIVER
We constantly try to escape our lives, but all we do is just feed into them. We become the heroes we idolize. And what happens then? Ladies and gentlemen, we have an opportunity to save the world. If we try hard enough, what we write in here could happen in the real world.


MIRKO
Excuse me but do you all have your ***** up your *******s? This is biggest crock I've ever heard.
​

The speech giver stops suddenly and gives Mirko a cold look.

SPEECH GIVER
Do you have something you wish to say?


MIRKO
Yes, damn it, I do. Art imitates life. Life only imitates art when it's in the hands of psychopaths.
​

Mirko rises up out of his chair.

MIRKO (continued)
You want to write stories with happy endings? Where terrorists cease to exist because you hope, maybe it'll happen in real life? Well let me tell you something, in real life there are no heroes, and when people try to immolate their idols on screen they wind up dead.
​

Mirko breathes heavily, he's been hyperventilating. A dead silence fills the room. The speech giver's cheeks puff up, and then he speaks.

SPEECH GIVER
If you're quite done the door is behind you.
​

He nods and turns around, opening the janitor's door and slamming it behind him.

INT. CHURCH HALLWAY
Mirko storms down the hallway, but the man with the bad hair gel exits from the room and grabs him.

BAD HAIR GEL MAN
Hi, I just want to thank you for saying all the stuff I've always wanted to say in there.

MIRKO
You're welcome. Who are you?
​

The man with the bad hair gel smiles, and reaches into the front pocket of his purple and blue striped shirt.

BAD HAIR GEL MAN
You can call me Hollow Wood. It's sort of a codename. You see, I'm a director.


MIRKO
What like Kevin Smith?

HOLLOW WOOD
Not that type of director. No, I'm at a business and we can use someone with your…ideology.


MIRKO
Thanks, but I have a lot of stuff to get to. A lottery to win, that kind of thing.

HOLLOW WOOD
Ha, lottery. That guy Michael came forward today and accepted the money finally, in case you were wondering.
​

Mirko looked at Hollow Wood confused.

MIRKO
Michael? I thought a guy named Mirko was the one who was supposed to win, with the fat guy.

HOLLOW WOOD
Fat guy? What fat guy? Anyway, here's my number if you want to call. Keep in touch with me.
​

Hollow Wood hands Mirko his card. Mirko looks at Hollow completely distracted and Hollow smiles and turns the other way. Suddenly it is dawning on Mirko what has just happened. He turns, and runs down the hallway.

EXT. CHURCH
Mirko runs down the stairs of the Church, and trips on falls on the cement. Blood gushes through the top of his head. A little ferret runs away in the other direction: this must have been what made him fall. He picks himself up and starts walking.

INT. ****E HOUSE
Mirko storms back into the shady building, making his way past perverts and women with extremely low self esteem. He makes it to the secretary, who once more is chewing away at gum. She is ignoring him, so he rings the bell.

SECRETARY
You're a riot.

MIRKO
Yeah, ha ha. Where are those two social security agents I came in with?
​

She looks at him confused.

SECRETARY
Social security agents?

MIRKO
Yeah, the two jackoffs I came in here with from Social Services!

SECRETARY
Honey, the only two people you came in with were a bunch of loons just escaped from the asylum. Quite literally, in fact.
​

She starts laughing loudly.

MIRKO
Well if they weren't from Social Services, who the **** were they?

SECRETARY
Like I said, they were a couple of loons who escaped from a hospital in Nebraska.

MIRKO
What? That doesn't make any ****ing sense…wait, what did the hospital look like?

SECRETARY
Oh it's a real scenic place, I love to visit there all the time: a lot of unmarked graves and a long narrow side-walk that goes right into the sunset.
​

Mirko suddenly remembers the photos in the back of the car.

MIRKO
And you just let these guys in here? Two escaped lunatics that you knew could cause trouble?

SECRETARY
Hey, I don't know if you've noticed, but this isn't exactly a high class establishment.
​

The click of a gun is heard behind Mirko. He spins around and sees Mistress De Web, the girl from before, pointing the gun at him.

MIRKO
Oh, ****balls.

MISTRESS DE WEB
Well, looks like you were smarter than I gave you credit for after all.

MIRKO
How do you factor into this? You're working for these clowns?

MISTRESS DE WEB
No, you stupid jackass, they're working for me. I told those two goons that you were the mysterious lottery winner that everyone was looking for, and I fed him such a crackpot story that people like them would instantly believe it. It's interesting what people will believe when they're in the middle of a crisis, particularly you.

MIRKO
So, you knew I wouldn't win the lottery. So why pin this all on a hobo like me?

MISTRESS DE WEB
Just because you're homeless doesn't mean you aren't worth some money.
Mirko laughs.

MIRKO
My dad? Is that what this is about? To him I died years ago, he could give less of a ****. He didn't even care when my sister died.

MISTRESS DE WEB
Oh but he will care if you come out in public. My original plan was to have you come out on tv and humiliate yourself in front of millions, and blackmail your dad for money. But I should have known you'd go to that ridiculous writer place first.

MIRKO
So what are you gonna do now?

MISTRESS DE WEB
Now you and I are both going to pay your father a visit at his daughter's funeral.

MIRKO
What are you? Some disgruntled secretary with a twisted past?

MISTRESS DE WEB
I'm his one-night stand. Now you're going to come with me, or I'm going to kill you.

MirkO
DO IT! I DON'T EVEN ****ING CARE!
​

Mistress De Web shoots.

MirKO (CONT'D)
YOU ****ING *****!

​

FLASH OF WHITE LIGHT!

 

[Elisha Cuthbert]

INT. limousine

MirkO (V.O.)
And here we are... And somewhere I there I got punch in the eye, I'm not sure if that's from a dream or not.
​

Same shot from beginning of the script.

ERIC H. EMMA
I guess your hiding place didn't work out, huh?

NICK STRAHLER
Yeah, Mirko…you suck ass.

MIRKO
Thanks very much guys. I appreciate your kindness and generosity.

NICK STRAHLER
Ah, go stick your dick in an anthill. At least I still know I'm sexy.

ERIC H. EMMA
Yeah right. You're about as sexy as Hillary Clinton in a thong.
​

Mirko shakes his head and looks back out the window. The lights go by, fast and with a furious speed. None of them take any time to stop, and some of them just may be illusions.

Mistress De Web looks into her rearview window, and smiles slightly.

MISTRESS DE WEB
Hang tight boys. We're almost there.
​

EXT. EXTRAVAGANT BUILDING – NIGHT
People clad in black pack into the building. All wear fancy clothes and you can even spot some celebrities in the crowd. It is doubtful that any of them actually knew the girl that their lamenting. Mirko, Nick, Eric and Web pile out of the van and walk down the crowded street. Mirko looks around the place, and sees people with tears in their face, big name business executives, and a little kid running around. In the kid's back pocket is a spider-man comic. Mirko stops, grabs Webby and she spins around.

MIRKO
You know, there's just one thing about this I don't get.

MISTRESS DE WEB
What's that?

MIRKO
When I was a kid, while my sister got straight A's and flew through school, I was in the back reading comics. There was a character in a lot of those comics I read that was prevalent. A woman with a checkered past, who was skanky, ridiculously good-looking, could kick your ass and always fell for the nerd.


MISTRESS DE WEB
What the **** is your point?
​

Mirko grabs at the Mistress's undergarmets, where her gun is tucked away. She pulls him in, disgusted. Nick and Eric both back away, at alarm.

MIRKO
My point is I never thought that type of character could exist in real life. Yet here you are standing in front of me.


MISTRESS DE WEB
What are you doing? You want me to embarrass you, your father, disgrace your sister's name? Because this will do it.
​

Not too far away, some police stand by their cars profiling someone. They notice Mirko and turn towards him. Nick turns to Eric.

NICK
**** I'm freaking out man.

ERIC H. EMMA
Keep your gun away Nick. We don't want the cops to see us.
​

Mistress De Web jerks at Mirko, keeping him a death grip.

MIRKO
My point is this: to me you don't exist. I'm not even talking to you right now. You're a liability.

MISTRESS DE WEB
I could yell out now and have you arrested for sexual harassment.
​

The cops are running towards Mirko now at a brisk speed. And someone else is making is way through the crowd, someone rich and old.

MIRKO
Go for it. Scream like you always do. After all, it's your profession.
​

She looks over her shoulder and sees the cops. She puts her head back and relaxes her grip on the gun.

MISTRESS DE WEB
Take me, Mirko.
​

Mirko jerks out the gun from her dress. He points it at Eric and Nick, who pull out their guns. The cops come running at them. Mirko screams at the top of the lungs.

MIRKO
Get them! Get them they're lunatics…they're—
​

Mistress De Web runs through the crowd behind Mirko, her stiletto heels causing her to get slightly off balanced. A man appears in front of Mirko, and he looks pissed.

MIRKO (continued) (CONT'D)
Dad?
​

Mirko's dad grabs Mirko and throws him to the ground. He starts punching him in the face over and over again. Mirko starts to cry, but his tears are muffled through a fist hitting him at record speed. Cameras are flashing on the two of them now, several camera flashes, and even in the camera light Mirko can see the total disappointment on his father's face. Flash of light.

MiRKO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
I'm dead... Again.
​

Int. White room
Mirko is now curled again in the fetal position, he's a little older and he doesn't look like a junkie anymore, he stands up.

MirkO
Where am I now?
​

A door opens, Hollow Wood steps into the room.

MirkO (CONT'D)
You!?

HolloW WOOD
Silence and think...
​

There's silence, Mirko has a look of awe on his face.

HolLOW WOOD (CONT'D)
It's coming back now isn't it? We were afraid you weren't going make it.

MirkO
Whoa...

HOLLOW WOOD
Yup... How was it? Was it fun living one of your stories?

MIRKO
That was amazing, it actually worked... However my real life memories and the story started to bleed into each other.


HOLLOW WOOD
Yes we know, we're going to have to work on that, however, we think it's time to move on to real test subjects. How long until you have full scripts out on all of them?

MIRKO
It shouldn't take that long.


HOLLOW WOOD
Good... Well, we'll let the nurses check you and uh... You take a week off, get reaquanted with your real life again... And then we'll begin work.

MIRKO
Great.
​

Hollow Wood walks out, Nurses Walk in, FADE OUT!
Title Card: 7 Years later

FADE IN.
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING
The house is messy, unkempt. The doorbell rings. Mirko walks around in his boxers to go answer it.

MIRKO
Who is it?

VOICE
Someone from the funny pages.
​

Mirko opens the door and jumps back. Standing there is JESSE WHITE, his Hippie Hunter outfit and technical gear gone.

JESSE WHITE (Continued)
I need your help Mirko.
​

FADE TO BLACK.

HYPE: THE SERIES​

 

[hippie_hunter]

So the Hype is like the Matrix

 

[fangrl06]

Is it too late for me to sign up?

 

[Movies205]

So the Hype is like the Matrix

The Matrix joke is there simply because there would be comparisons... However the world in another world has been done before the Matrix, and where we are going wtih it is very different

 

[Movies205]

Is it too late for me to sign up?

Up to ol'Jolly, he's the head chef on this, I just splice in a couple of my ideas every now and then... However I might be able to squeeze you in the epilogue if he's got nothing for you...