The Protomen Script 1
Hope Rides Alone
FADE IN:
EXT. SKYLINE OF A METROPOLIS
Nightfall. Clouds pass quickly. Clouds clear to reveal an industrious, but ruined city… Lit up bright with neon lights and video billboards… Enter through a window to find LIGHT.
INT. RUNDOWN APARTMENT/WORKSHOP
Blueprints, coffee cups, half eaten sandwich, many tools, strewn across an apartment, a picture of Emily. LIGHT, aged by experience or years, white hair speckle his black hair, a determined man, emotional intensity pours into long hours of work, he is working on a table, sparks fly as he cuts metal. What he works on unseen. He welds, hammers metal, solders circuit boards, punches code at a computer, plugs in fiber-optic and wires. Occasionally he cuts and burns his hands as he works, he reacts and then continues. Pushing past the pain.
A bolt of electricity illuminates the dank workshop. A hand twitches then clenches; an eye opens black at first, then white. An iris spins out of the milky white opening to reveal a pupil. PROTOMAN sits up with a grim expression. LIGHT points out the window explaining what PROTOMAN must do. LIGHT places a hand on his shoulder and holds PROTOMAN’s helmet in the other hand. PROTOMAN grabs his helmet and begins to walk out, determined. LIGHT turns, a flash of doubt is shaken from his face.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREETS OF A METROPOLIS
People flow through the street to a superstructure outside of town. Futuristic compared to the rest of the city, a fortress. The subtle image of a skull on the façade. Smoke pours from stacks on high. The gates fly open silhouetting PROTOMAN. He waits.
One by one other robots step forward: CUTMAN, GUTSMAN, ELECMAN, BOMBMAN, FIREMAN, ICEMAN. They stand, staring down PROTOMAN. FIREMAN leads a charge.
They descend upon PROTOMAN without remorse. The untamed violence, noise and flashing of the fight cause the onlookers to turn, cover their ears, mothers cover children’s faces. The blows are quick and precise. PROTOMAN fights without fear. The onlookers strain to see through the smoke.
As the smoke clears, WILY steps forward. PROTOMAN is severely wounded, struggling to remain standing. WILY orders a final attack. FIREMAN tosses his helmet aside, knocks away his blast arm, and PROTOMAN’s eyes fill with fire as he fries his head. The robots walk away revealing a dead PROTOMAN, beaten beyond recognition.
The crowd gathers around and begins to cry out.
Funeral for a Son
LIGHT watches from afar. His calloused and bleeding hands cover his face.
The crowd somberly marches back to their homes and to a make shift grave where PROTOMAN’s helmet is laid.
He breathes heavy. LIGHT notices a tear on his hand. He looks upon it frustrated and confused. He approaches the helmet, surrounded by a mourning crowd. He holds it and mouths: my son. He drops the helmet.
CUT TO:
INT. RUNDOWN APARTMENT/WORKSHOP
LIGHT enters his apartment as a cyclone of destruction; he throws his tools and parts about the room with the intent to destroy his ability to create. His grief chokes him and he stops, he catches his tears in cut and bloodied hands.
He begins building at first with rage. A newspaper with WILY’s face. Then sadness, a picture of EMILY and him. Finally a loving smile, he picks up a battered blue helmet. LIGHT goes to work.
A hand twitches then clenches; an eye opens black at first, then white. An iris spins out of the milky white opening to reveal a pupil.
SLOW FADE:
Unrest in the House of Light
EXT. STREET
LIGHT, now older, is talking with a street vendor, MEGAMAN stands by his side. He comes upon PROTOMAN’s grave, now with many tributes around it. MEGAMAN stares confused. LIGHT comes from behind him and places a hand on his shoulder and ushers a curious MEGAMAN home.
CUT TO:
INT. RUNDOWN APARTMENT/WORKSHOP
LIGHT and MEGAMAN enter the apartment and LIGHT pulls a chest out from under his desk.
He opens it to reveal PROTOMAN’s hand cannon then begins to reveal the truth about their relationship to PROTOMAN. During the explanation MEGAMAN mouths: but what if. This upsets LIGHT. MEGAMAN brakes away from his father’s grip to look out across the city, crying. Then back at his father and mouths: how could you, but is cut off. MEGAMAN grabs his helmet and a back pack. LIGHT tries to hold him, but MEGAMAN tears away out the door. Leaving it open. LIGHT calls after him.
The Will of One
FADE IN:
EXT. SKYLINE OF A METROPOLIS
Nightfall. Clouds pass quickly. Clouds clear to reveal an industrious, but ruined city… Lit up bright with neon lights and video billboards… Enter through a window to find LIGHT.
INT. RUNDOWN APARTMENT/WORKSHOP
Blueprints, coffee cups, half eaten sandwich, many tools, strewn across an apartment, a picture of Emily. LIGHT, aged by experience or years, white hair speckle his black hair, a determined man, emotional intensity pours into long hours of work, he is working on a table, sparks fly as he cuts metal. What he works on unseen. He welds, hammers metal, solders circuit boards, punches code at a computer, plugs in fiber-optic and wires. Occasionally he cuts and burns his hands as he works, he reacts and then continues. Pushing past the pain.
A bolt of electricity illuminates the dank workshop. A hand twitches then clenches; an eye opens black at first, then white. An iris spins out of the milky white opening to reveal a pupil. PROTOMAN sits up with a grim expression. LIGHT points out the window explaining what PROTOMAN must do. LIGHT places a hand on his shoulder and holds PROTOMAN’s helmet in the other hand. PROTOMAN grabs his helmet and begins to walk out, determined. LIGHT turns, a flash of doubt is shaken from his face.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREETS OF A METROPOLIS
People flow through the street to a superstructure outside of town. Futuristic compared to the rest of the city, a fortress. The subtle image of a skull on the façade. Smoke pours from stacks on high. The gates fly open silhouetting PROTOMAN. He waits.
One by one other robots step forward: CUTMAN, GUTSMAN, ELECMAN, BOMBMAN, FIREMAN, ICEMAN. They stand, staring down PROTOMAN. FIREMAN leads a charge.
They descend upon PROTOMAN without remorse. The untamed violence, noise and flashing of the fight cause the onlookers to turn, cover their ears, mothers cover children’s faces. The blows are quick and precise. PROTOMAN fights without fear. The onlookers strain to see through the smoke.
As the smoke clears, WILY steps forward. PROTOMAN is severely wounded, struggling to remain standing. WILY orders a final attack. FIREMAN tosses his helmet aside, knocks away his blast arm, and PROTOMAN’s eyes fill with fire as he fries his head. The robots walk away revealing a dead PROTOMAN, beaten beyond recognition.
The crowd gathers around and begins to cry out.
Funeral for a Son
LIGHT watches from afar. His calloused and bleeding hands cover his face.
The crowd somberly marches back to their homes and to a make shift grave where PROTOMAN’s helmet is laid.
He breathes heavy. LIGHT notices a tear on his hand. He looks upon it frustrated and confused. He approaches the helmet, surrounded by a mourning crowd. He holds it and mouths: my son. He drops the helmet.
CUT TO:
INT. RUNDOWN APARTMENT/WORKSHOP
LIGHT enters his apartment as a cyclone of destruction; he throws his tools and parts about the room with the intent to destroy his ability to create. His grief chokes him and he stops, he catches his tears in cut and bloodied hands.
He begins building at first with rage. A newspaper with WILY’s face. Then sadness, a picture of EMILY and him. Finally a loving smile, he picks up a battered blue helmet. LIGHT goes to work.
A hand twitches then clenches; an eye opens black at first, then white. An iris spins out of the milky white opening to reveal a pupil.
SLOW FADE:
Unrest in the House of Light
EXT. STREET
LIGHT, now older, is talking with a street vendor, MEGAMAN stands by his side. He comes upon PROTOMAN’s grave, now with many tributes around it. MEGAMAN stares confused. LIGHT comes from behind him and places a hand on his shoulder and ushers a curious MEGAMAN home.
CUT TO:
INT. RUNDOWN APARTMENT/WORKSHOP
LIGHT and MEGAMAN enter the apartment and LIGHT pulls a chest out from under his desk.
He opens it to reveal PROTOMAN’s hand cannon then begins to reveal the truth about their relationship to PROTOMAN. During the explanation MEGAMAN mouths: but what if. This upsets LIGHT. MEGAMAN brakes away from his father’s grip to look out across the city, crying. Then back at his father and mouths: how could you, but is cut off. MEGAMAN grabs his helmet and a back pack. LIGHT tries to hold him, but MEGAMAN tears away out the door. Leaving it open. LIGHT calls after him.
The Will of One