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TJDC - Episode 1: The Origin of the Machines
By Carnotaur3
THE JUDGMENT DAY CHRONICLES
EPISODE 1: THE ORIGIN OF THE MACHINES
WRITTEN BY
CHASE KUERTZ
OPEN ON:
INT. BOARD ROOM – DARK
A screen in the A.I.V. board room shows a black screen. In a few moments, the black screen fades white showing the logo to A.I.V. A car engine whips passed the screen. A man dressed in a leisure suit comes forward, speaking towards the audience.
MAN IN SUIT
Hello, there. I’m Kenny Brennan, spokesman of Artificial Intelligent Vehicles Industries. I’m here to speak for you. Haven’t you always felt the need to stop driving? Maybe you got lost somewhere out in the city of Las Angeles and you couldn’t find your way home? Or maybe you just want your kids to get some place safely.
CAMERA PULLS AWAY revealing the screen to be in the board room.
BRENNAN (cont’d)
Here at A.I.V., you come first. That’s why we obtained patents from CyberDyne systems, a company who crafted this first Artificial Intelligence designed chip…
(He holds up the chip in his left hand)
Doesn’t look like much, does it? What if I told you this chip could save your life. This chip could drive a car for you. It could coordinate your destination quicker than our thought process. Most importantly, it can drive you safely. There are so many fatal wrecks in our nation that we must put an end to them. And all you have to do… is purchase our cars.
(He gives a smile as clips from vehicle testing of the chips happens behind him)
Shouldn’t your protection come first?
He smiles again as the screen fades to black. The board room lights up revealing two board members, the CEO CLARK FURGUS, SGT. VOMER, and GENERAL WESLEY JONES
Clark Furgus jumps up from his seat and walks to stop the tape. He looks back toward the GENERAL.
SUBTITLE
MAY 4, 1996
A.I.V. Research and Development
FURGUS
As you can see, gentlemen, these are the promos that will be running August 7 this year, to February 23 of next year. I can say that all is looking good for the company so your contribution to the research here has been living up to its promise.
Jones turns to Vomer and nods.
JONES
That’s why we want you to pull your ads away from their release dates.
Furgus’ smile fades. His eyebrows scrunch up.
FURGUS
Well… why?
JONES
Your research has tempted us to bring it into our military platforms. We want to create something that not only protects people from wrecks but something that protects the American people from outside forces.
FURGUS
And you want to pull my ads away because of that?
Jones gets up from his chair, Vomer up with him. They walk towards Furgus.
JONES
Let’s get one thing straight, Mr. Furgus. If word ever got out about this technology before we got a chance to make something of it, shit would hit the fan. Now, I might be over-exaggerating a little bit of that, but as we are your personal investors, I have the power to take away those ads. And if there’s a chance of this technology getting in the wrong hands… well, we just don’t want that happening. Now, the company can still stay functional until this is ready for consumer purchasing. I do know that you are still bringing in the chips for the ambulances and police vehicles, am I correct?
FURGUS
Correct, sir.
JONES
Well, then you’ll still be up and we’ll continue to fund this company.
Jones smiles, but Furgus still doesn’t like what he’s hearing.
Jones and Vomer head to the door when Furgus twists around.
FURGUS
What exactly are you guys wanting to make?
JONES
I’m sorry, son. That’s classified.
They walk out the door without a hitch. Furgus turns to his board members.
FADE TO:
INT. BLUE’S BOWLING ALLEY – BRIGHT
Wiping up the alcohol stained bar, JOEL PERRY, dressed in his bowling alley uniform, retires. He throws the towel across the room.
Getting his keys out, he sees someone in the corner of his left eye. It’s LARRY, the drunk 35-year-old man with the thick beard and mustache.
PERRY
Closing time, Lar.
Larry doesn’t turn around. He gazes at the one pin still standing in his alley. He puckers his lips.
LARRY
No closing time here… Closing time for me!
He giggles drunkenly. Perry walks from behind the bar toward him, whose sitting in one of the seats in the alley way.
PERRY
C’mon, Larry. I can’t leave without your worthless ass out of here.
LARRY
(Muttering)
I promise I want touch nothing, Jewel. I fucking know I wouldn’t.
PERRY
Let’s go.
Perry lifts Larry up by the arm and walks him to the entrance door.
LARRY
Ah, you piss ass, bitch. Couldn’t even let me finish the - finish the - the game.
PERRY
Now, Larry, you don’t mean that.
Perry unlocks the door and Larry stumbles forward from him. Perry closes the glass door.
CUT TO:
EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT
Larry bounces on the ground like a blow-up ball. He laughs hysterically under his breath. Larry grabs his hand and tries to pull him up.
LARRY
I’m sorry, Jewel. I’m sorry. It’s just, you know, I don’t getting anything in life. I get one pin. I get one pin. Don’t you hear me? Don’t - don’t you hear me?
Perry pulls hardy and gets him to his feet.
PERRY
You are one drunk old man.
LARRY
How am I going to get home?
PERRY
Larry, you live behind the bowling alley.
LARRY
I do?
PERRY
Yes.
He points to the apartment in the back of the bowling alley.
LARRY
Oh, yeah. I couldn’t remember. Why is that, Jewel? Why is that?
Perry sighs.
PERRY
Just go home, Lar.
Larry stumbles away towards the back of the bowling alley, stopping in his tracks to look at his feet awkwardly a few times.
Relieved, Perry takes out a piece of bubble gun out of his coat pocket and shoves it in his mouth to chew. He begins to walk toward his FORD PICK-UP truck which is parked in a dark spot of the lot next to an alleyway.
Unlocking the front door, he gazes into the creepy alley, seeing rats jump up and down from trash cans. He keeps chewing on his gum.
CUT TO:
INT. TRUCK – NIGHT
Perry turns on the air, fluffs up a pillow, and covers his feet with a blanket. He rests his head on the pillow which is pushed up against the driver’s side door window.
Blankly he stares out into the passenger side window, thinking… and sometimes not.
His eyes drape over, fluttering at times, until they finally close completely. A fluorescent blue light shines into the truck. His eyes go wide, seeing sparks in the alley. He jumps at the first sign of an electrical current traveling up a pipe on one of the buildings.
CUT TO:
EXT. ALLEY – NIGHT
The electrical current stops after a brief bright blue glow, and Perry continues forward in the alley. It was coming from the corner of another alley to the right. In complete curiosity, he picks up speed to find out what the hell it was.
Suddenly, a nude figure stumbles from the corner to the pavement. He’s medium built distinguishable man with lots of scaring on his chest. He’s also bleeding and it is pouring out fast. Perry stops and is shocked.
MAN
Get me to shelter! Please!
Perry runs to him and lifts him up off his feet. He carries the wounded man over his shoulders toward the bowling alley.
CUT TO:
INT. BLUE’S BOWLING ALLEY – BRIGHT
Towels are tightened on a side wound of the man who is laying on the bar. Perry puts more pressure on them.
PERRY
What happened, sir? Please, tell.
The man’s agony is more apparent now. He grabs a hold of Perry’s collar.
MAN
Where can I find Lieutenant Joel – Mr. Joel Perry? Where can I find him, please tell me. This is important.
PERRY
I’m Joel. I’m Joel Perry.
The man, still hurting, manages to give a sigh of relief.
MAN
You must believe what I’m about to tell you.
Letting go of his collar, the man falls back onto the bar. He motions for Perry to come closer and Perry does, leaning down to the man could whisper in his ear.
CUT TO:
EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT
The truck screeches out of the parking lot, making a very shark turn to the right onto the street.
CUT TO:
INT. TRUCK – NIGHT
Perry looks forward in silence. Sweat pours from his head. He gazes back at the truck bed where the body of the wounded man lay. A white sheet was cast over him, blood stains all over it.
PERRY
(To himself)
Alright, go to the police… tell them everything. Everything will be fine. Everything will.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET – NIGHT
He makes another turn, gaining speed on the street. Suddenly, in front of the truck, an electrical current flickered. The truck skidded to a holt, twisting around to face the opposite way.
Perry watches as a time portal opens before his eyes. The illuminating sphere increases size, and finally disappears, revealing a figure knelt on the asphalt. His naked body rises, scans the area.
It’s a T-1000 model 24, which bares no resemblance from the last model that was sent out in 1994. He’s stout, with a lot more muscle. The eyes are cat-like in gaze. His stare is just as cold, but his jaw is jagged. He scans the truck in front of him. He walks.
CUT TO:
INT. TRUCK – NIGHT
Perry’s truck cuts off. He looks down.
PERRY
Oh, no! Damn!
He twists the keys in the ignition. The car makes guttural sounds. Perry looks back up at the T-1000 who is about 20 feet from his truck.
PERRY (cont’d)
C’mon you piece of shit!
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET – NIGHT
The T-1000 pushes forward, identifying the subject as its primary target: JOEL PERRY
Finally, the car starts back up.
CUT TO:
INT. TRUCK – NIGHT
PERRY
Yes!
He pushes on the gas and makes a U-Turn.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET – NIGHT
The T-1000 sprints forward, changing its arm to a solid metal hook. He runs faster toward the truck bed. But the truck gains more speed, more than the T-1000 can catch up with, so it stops. Looks at its metal hook, reforms it to an arm, and walks away into a dark alley.
CUT TO:
INT. TRUCK – NIGHT
Perry wipes the sweat from his head.
PERRY
I can’t do it. I can’t go to the police.
CUT TO:
INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH – NIGHT
A priest walks to the podium and picks up his lesson plans. He studies them after putting his glasses on.
AT THE DOORS,
The T-1000 pushes them open with ease, scanning the area. Only one life form is visible (The Priest) and the mass of his body matches the T-1000’s.
T-1000 approaches normally in body stride but menacingly in face expression. The priest looks up from his studying and notices the strangeness of the figure coming toward him.
PRIEST
Can I help you, brother?
The T-1000 continues forward. The priest gets cautious and backs up, but a knife-like structure strikes through his chest before he can turn around. The T-1000 tilts his head like a curious dog and let’s go, leaving the priest to fall to the floor.
1/1/2005 3:20:59 PM
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