Teen Titans - The Movie.

[ShadowBoxing]

Alright this should give you the basic premise and where it is going....it is incomplete. This is the first 19 pages. Basically giving you some of the set up.

EXT. African Jungle

A man stands atop a tree looking through the site of a long barreled sniper rifle. He is wearing pants and boots. A button down shirt, white, is tucked into his kaki’s. He has a knife on his belt and a samurai sword strapped to his back.

The camera pans around him giving a view of his face. One eye is in the site. The other is covered with a white eyepatch which matches his shirt.
He is posed still. Silent and barely even breathing. He is strong, but older. He has a body of a man half his age.

INT. Site of Rifle

Through the rifle site there is a cheeta running towards his location. Just as it crossed perpendicular to his location

CRACK!
A shot hits the Cheeta right in the back leg. It stumbles.

EXT. African Jungle
The man jumps down from the tree and runs towards it dropping his rifle.
He runs towards the beast, who is stunned. It tries to run.

The man pounces atop the cat. It screams. The man draws his blade.
The cheeta is now below the camera as the knife draws away from it’s neck covered in blood.

EXT. Jungle Mansion.
The man is dragging the animal back up a walkway which sits out amongst a tropical paradise. Another man, dressed in a pressed suit, comes down the steps to meet him. He is about 20 years the hunters senior. He takes out a phone.

Hunter
(Cross)
​

Wintergreen, I am in the middle of something!
​

​

The hunter gives him a sharp look and begins to walk away.

Wintergreen
Master Slade this is very important.

​

Slade is still walking away.

Wintergreen
It’s your son sir

​

Slade stops and turns his head around, looking directly at the phone in Wintergreen’s hand.

Wintergeen
There has been an accident.

​

INT. Helicopter (over cityscape)
Slade sits silently, almost meditatively in the seat of the Helicopter. He looks slightly sullen. Wintergreen sits next to him. In the seat across sits an FBI agent.

EXT. Helicopter

The Helicopter touches down on a helipad atop a tall building (Hospital). The three men exit the Helicopter, the last being Slade.

The three men walks towards a doorway on the rooftop. Wintergreen holds the door as the other two enter.

INT. Hospital
The three men stand silently with a team of doctors and a police officer. The Police Officer is addressing Slade.

Police Officer
He was involved in a raid. He had been acting privately as a vigilante for months. He provided us with information, told us where to meet him.
(Beat)
Some young Superhero must have heard to commotion. He came in, started going wild. Hit this tanker with a power beam. Boom. Your son was caught in the explosion.

Doctor #1
Your son received 3rd degree burns on 98% of his body. It’s a miracle we could ID him this quickly.


Slade
(resigned tone)
Will he....
(beat)


Doctor #1
...Chances are slim....would you like to see him?

​

INT. Hospital room.
Slade enters. His son is in a tented bed with heart rate monitors. Slade is overcome with grief seeing his son so badly burned.

He sits down in the chair beside him, arms folded.

Slade
You know Grant, you always were my best student.
(beat)
Always were eager to learn...
(beat)
Hunting, tracking, weapons...you wanted to learn it all...
(tears swell up in his face)
And now look at you, they say you can’t even hear me....you, you did not have to be just like me...I was already so proud of you.

​

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. The heart rate monitor goes dead.

The room and noise goes silent. Slade is shaken, breathing heavy. Doctors rush in the room and attempt to recesetate him.

INT. Hospital Hallway
Slade stands with Wintergreen. The FBI agent walks by them.

FBI Agent
They got the metahuman who did this to your son.

​

Slade offers no response. The FBI agent bows his head slighting, looking back into his coffee cup and continues walking.

After the FBI agent is gone Slade turns and looks at Wintergreen.

Slade
The boy who did this to my son.
(Beat)
Have him killed.

​

Slade turns away from Wintergreen and walks down the hallway. Wintergreen follows.

EXT. Jungle Mansion.

Again the exterior of the house is shown. The same Helicopter this time is sitting on a helipad in the back courtyard.

 

[ShadowBoxing]

INT. Trophy Room

The Trophy Room is covered with statues of animals. Beasts great and small. (One such beast is a star fish with a gapping red mouth – a Starro).
Slade stands over at a bar with a glass of whisky. The bottle sits half empty next to him.

A fire is roaring in the fire place. Slade takes his glass and bottle and walks over to the fire place. He leans facing the fireplace wall.
Out from around the corner steps Wintergreen with a cellphone. At the moment he is closing the cellphone and putting it into his right pants pocket.

Wintergreen
That was the H.I.V.E sir, they said the boy who killed your son has been....taken care of.

​

Slade looks over, but his face is abscent from any signs of relief or joy.

Slade
(quietly)
It’s not enough.


Wintergreen
(unable to hear)
Excuse me sir?

Slade
I said
(raising his voice in sheer rage)
IT’S NOT ENOUGH!

​

He throws the bottle across the room. It just misses Wintergreen and hits the wall behind him. SMASH!.

Slade
My son is dead because young upstarts are aloud to prance around in tights. Unprosecuted by law.

(Beat)
No, they all are to blame.


Wintergreen
Well you can’t have they all killed sir.


Slade
No, but six will do.
(Beat)
Three boys, three girls.
(Beat)
For all the world to see...to see what happens when young inexperienced teenagers dawn costumes.


Wintergreen
I am quiet sure people get killed all the time sir.


Slade
No, not on national television. All six killed at the same time. Everyone watching.
(Beat)
Parents, teens, children...we’ll scare them all straight.


Wintergreen
Sir, honestly, how can you expect to get six teenaged heroes in one place and kill them all on national television.

​

Slade walks over to a side table and picks up a remote control. He turns on the TV. He flips through the channels (he is somewhere in the hundreds). One after the other, not spending more than a second or two on each. Just then he stops. And ad is playing.

Advertisement.
We put nine strangers
(beat-new person)
All in one mansion
(beat-new person)
For three whole weeks
(beat-new person)
With people this different
(beat-new person)
How can we ever hope to survive.

​

Camera pans away from the screen and focuses more on Slade. Slade now has a devilish grin on his face. He looks over at Wintergreen.

Slade
Oh, I have a few ideas.

​

EXT Cityscape NIGHT.
The rooftops glissen in the moonlight. All is quiet. Too quiet.

Just then a car takes a sharp turn, screeching around the corner. It barely misses the curb and smashes a series of trash cans. Two cop cars, unable to execute the turn smash into the buildings adjecent.

The car whizzes down the street.

INT. Getaway Car
Two crooks. One dressed in tradition t-shirt, jeans and leather jacket. The other dresses in a zany, multicolored (ugly) suit and tie. He wears a blue Ninja Turtle type mask across his eyes. He has a grin and incredibly blonde hair.

Trickster
(looking back at the cops)
Ha! Jokes on them!


Goon
I think we’re actually gonna get away with it this time...I mean this could be our ticket to the big time.

​

Trickster opens a large paper bag and sticks his hands in. He pulls out hand fulls of diamonds. The diamonds fall idly from his hands back into the bag like sand.

Trickster
(smiling wide)
Those clowns in Gotham have nothing on us.


(Both start laughing until)

​

THUD! It sounds as though an object has falling on the car. Something heavy. The two look at each other and shrug. Just then a hands smashes through the driver side window. It has a black glove on. It grabs the wheel and pulls hard. The car spins out of control.

EXT. Street.

The car swerves. Just missing a series of pedestians. It crashes into a storefront right next to an alleyway. Trickster gets out, the driver is unconscious. He looks on the roof of the car. Nothing.

Panicked, Trickster runs. He runs down the alleyway.

INT. ALLEYWAY

He runs and runs, looking back constantly. Suddenly, while his head is turned, he hits a wall and falls backwards. Lands on his butt in a puddle. He gets up. First by getting on his hands and knees, he turns away from the wall. He gets up slowly. Waiting for him is a man.

The man is NIGHTWING. He is clad in an all black costume. There is a blue racer stripe that runs down both arms and meets in a triangle shape on his chest. He wears a face mask over his eyes. His eyes are covered by a white reflexive sun glass lenses.

He peers into the soul of Trickster.

Trickster backs away slowly. Nightwing grabs him by the collar and throws him at a pile of trash.

Trickster is disoriented, looks up at Nightwing who is already standing over him.

Nightwing
How many times have we done this.


Trickster
(rubbing his head)
uhhhh....maybe six or seven.


Nightwing
Maybe I shouldn’t leave you to the police this time.

Trickster
That’s funny, you’re joking
(beat-nervous)
r-right.
​

POV TRICKSTER

Nightwing extends out his hand out until it smothers the screen.

EXT. ALLEYWAY

The car still sitting silent, crashed into the store front. A massive scream comes out from the Alleyway.

INT. ALLEYWAY.

Two police officers shine their flashlights down the alleyway. One of the Police officers nudges the other and points upwards. They both shine their flashlights in that direction.

A diagonal shot down shows the Police officers looking up wards at Trickster who is hanging from a fire escape. The focus of the CAMERA shifts from the cops below to Trickster.

INT. JUNGLE MANSION - STUDY

Slade sits examining news paper clippings about superheroes.

CAMERA pans over the DESK

Among the clippings such famous heroes such as Green Lantern, JSA and Superman are mentioned.

Camera pans back to SLADE from the POV of the DESK. Slade now wears a black eye patch. He is gravely examining the photos and articles as a hunter regards his prey.

OC WINTEGREEN
Sir?

​

The CAMERA moves to a full shot of the room again. SLADE standing across from Wintergreen. SLADE looks over at Wintergreen who is holding a cellphone.

WINTERGREEN (Cont’d)
The CEO of TITAN TELEVISION is on the line.

​

SLADE takes the phone.

SLADE
(faking enhusiasm)
Hello Jim, how is my company?
(beat)
Great, Great!
(long beat)
I’d like to set up a meeting with the execs this week, I have a proposition...
(beat)
Great.
(beat)
Wonderful...Look I have this idea for a television show I know you guys will love.

​

EXT. HELICOPTER - CITYSCAPE DAY

Over a different city, the HELICOPTER flies. The sun is shining.

INT. HELICOPTER.

Both WINTERGREEN and SLADE sit across from eachother as before. However this time Slades mood and demeanor is far better.

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM

SLADE sits at the head of the long conference table. A series of EXECUTIVES on either side. SLADE, dresses in a pressed suit, is already speaking.

CLOSE-UP SLADE

SLADE
My full financial backing for the newest phenomenon in reality television.

​

He clicks a button on a remote which he removes from his suit pocket. A slide show starts up, the slide reading "TEEN TITANS - 6 SUPERHEROES LIVING TOGETHER".

SLADE
The show will feature six superhero teenagers, all of whom possess unique gifts, as strangers living together.

​

The EXECUTIVES look back and forth at eachother, some looking very pleased. One executive looks back at SLADE.

EXEC #1
A lot of networks have been met with much success following the special environment living formula. But never with Superheroes.


EXEC #2
...And we have already had several offers from Superheroes wanting to make the big time.


EXEC #1
I like it.

​

EXEC #1 examines the purposal before him. Then looks up

EXEC #1
You deliver a cast, and the money...we’ll greenlight the project.

​

CAMERA looks back towards SLADE who appears very pleased.

SLADE
Wonderful.

​

EXT. S.T.A.R LABS - DAY

A shot of Star Labs, Metropolis, USA. The sun is shining brightly. The camera descends down through one of the skylights into a room which resembles an emergency room in a hospital.

INT. S.T.A.R LABS

The room is bright, however unlike a typical emergency room it is filled with equipment which one would find at an auto repair shot...however all sterilized. A team of doctors stand around a table obscuring whoever is being operated on. They are using very precise equipment. The head doctor appears to be welding the patient.

CYBORG
OW! Hey! That tickles man.


DOCTOR.
Sorry son, you should be used to this by now.

​

The CYBORG begins to sit up. The doctors, save the one that spoke, back away. He is a black male, have machine. His doctor is also a black male, much older. This is his FATHER, DR. STONE.

CYBORG
(exhasperated)
I told you pops, I’m fine.


DR STONE
I know, you can tackle the world.


CYBORG
(hoping off the table)
C’mon, I’m the friggin Man of Steel

​

He walks over to a table and takes a power ade off the tablem drinks it and puts it back down.

DR STONE
I don’t know why you drink that, you don’t need fluids.


CYBORG
I like the way it tastes.
(Beat - sound of a crowd outside)
Sounds like my public is waiting.

​

EXT. S.T.A.R LABS
A crowd has gathered outside the front of the Labs. They are filled with reporters. The doors open.

CLOSE UP of CYBORG and his FATHER coming out the massive double doors.

CYBORG
Thank you! Thank you!
(Beat)
I’ll be happy to take any questions.

​

A young female black reporter steps out of the crowd.

BLK REPORTER
Cyborg! Mr Cyborg!


CYBORG
And what is you name.


BLK REPORTER
(blushes)
Victoria
(beat)
Cyborg, what was it like today fighting off Mammoth and Dr Light.

CYBORG
Well the two make a tough team little lady, no doubt about it. But it was nothing this man couldn’t handle.

​

CLOSE UP Another REPORTER stepping out of the crowd with a microphone.

REPORTER
Do you think they’ll be back.


CYBORG
It seems there is always someone making trouble here in Metropolis. I am just glad I can make a difference.

​

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT. S.T.A.R LABS HALLWAY

CYBORG is walking with a towel back to his room. His father is right behind him. CYBORG is holding a note in his hand.

CLOSE UP ON NOTE "Victoria - 555-6765"

His FATHER approaches, CYBORG quickly pockets the note in a compartment.

DR STONE
What’s that you got there?


CYBORG
Uh...nothing dad.


DR STONE
Hey, those people out there think you’re a real hero son. Your mother would be proud.


CYBORG
I know Dad.


DR STONE
Goodnight son, I’ll take you down to Mike’s Gym tomorrow.


CYBORG.
Yeah....see ya in the morning.

​

CYBORG pushes a button and his bedroom door slides open. He resigns himself to his room.

INT. CYBORG’S ROOM
CYBORG walks in slowly. He hits a push button light switch at the light comes on. He walks over to a silver hands free phone on a silver metal dresser. He picks it up. Looks down at the note and begins to dial. He gets half way through the number and then looks up at a mirror.

POV CYBORG

We see his reflection, but only the CYBORG half of his face in the mirror.
CLOSE UP CYBORG - PROFILE human side.

CYBORG dips his head, and he turns to phone off and sets it in the holster.

He trudges over to a metal chair with computers attached. It appears to be some sort of recharging station. CYBORG sits down and several wires plug themselves into some of his exposed outlets. The machine begins to glow in several places. CYBORG closes his eyes.

 

[ShadowBoxing]

Much more to come...that was up to page 13 (roughly 13 minutes)...I have not proofread this either.

 

[Untilteld]

that's really good