A Window to the Past, or God Bless Hollywood
Feb 2, 2014 1:56:41 GMT -5
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We open on Waylon Cash seated in a cloth director's chair. Around him are rows and row of books on dark mahogany shelves. A simple Tiffany lamp sits on a side table next to him, lighting the book he is reading. The cover is made of brown leather, and reads “Taking People With you: The Only Way To Succeed By:David Novak”* He is dressed in a burgundy smoking jacket, and he has an oak pipe dangling from between his teeth. He takes a gentle draw from the burning tobacco, smoke curling up into the air with no purpose or aim. Waylon looks up, as if just now noticing the camera. He closes his book, and sets it gingerly on the side table.
Waylon:Well hello there. I wanna thank you for joinin' me tonight. I got somethin' very special for the WCF fans. I've been needin' to get outta the same old rut I been in with our meetin's. That's why I did a lotta thinkin' this week, and I think I came up with somethin' you're gonna like. I realized that Dr. Remus and the Wild Gangsters sounded incredibly familiar, so I called up my team mate John Gable, and asked him if I could dig through his film collection a bit. Ladies and gentlemen, for your viewin' pleasure, I'd like to present Dr. Remus and the Wild Gangsters.
We fade to black, and then a black and white title card appears reading “Dr. Remus and the Wild Gangsters” That fades out, and we come in on a shot of a scientists lab, as invisioned by 1950's hollywood. Several beakers lay along the counter, bubbling for no reason as white smoke pours out of them. Small computers with nothing but very scientific seeming squiggling lines sit in a row along a nearby desk. A tall, dark haired man in a lab coat walks into the shot. He stares pensively at the clipboard in his hands, while rubbing his chiseled jaw.
Dr. Remus:Dammit, even my latest experiments can not quench my thirst... for science!
He throws the clipboard down on his desk, scattering a cup full of pens everywhere. With a look of annoyance, he bends down to pick them up. The sudden sound of a motorcycle revving through the open window causes him to try to stand up quickly, and hit his head on the edge of the metal desk. He shouts out in pain, while rubbing the impacted spot.
Dr. Remus:Those damn biker punks, disturbing me while I'm doing science!
He turns to the clipboard, only to be interrupted by the sharp ringing of a phone. He yanks the receiver off the ok, and holds it to his head.
Dr. Remus:What is it?...Well tell him I can't see him. I'm busy with my science!
He slams the phone back down, and glares out the window for a moment. A few children run by, no doubt engaged in a pointless game having nothing to do with science.
Dr. Remus: This isn't cutting it... I need something new. Something more...Intellectually intensive.
We close up on Dr. Remus' eyes, and fade to an outdoor scene. The sun shines down on a beautiful summer day. The serene picture is broken only by the menacing sound of approaching engines. The roar out as a line of leather clad motorcycle riders ten deep rounds the corner. Mothers pull their children in tight. Old people make their way inside. Shop owners turn their open signs to closed. A lone, overweight police officer dives into a nearby alley, his hat falling behind him. He reaches out to grab it, as the bikers pull to a stop along the curb. The frotn rider is a hard edged young man with dark, greased back hair, and a scar that runs the length of his lower jaw bone. He adjusts his leather jacket, before turning back to his fellow riders.
Black Dog:Alright gang. Into the bar!
Biker Gang:Rabble rabble rabble!
The group follows him into the dimly lit room, and they all take a seat along the simple wooden bar. A haggard looking old man stands behind the bar. The look on his face says he wishes he had called in sick today. Black Dog slams his fist on the bar, and speaks in a loud,booming voice.
Black Dog:Alright barkeep, I'm Black Dog McGee, and this is my biker gang! Me and my boys here have been ridin' a long time, causin' havoc and whatnot, and it's made us mighty thirsty, didn't it boys?
Biker Gang:Rabble rabble rabble rabble!
Black Dog:So set us up with some drinks, and keep 'em comin'. Also,we won't be payin' on account of we're a biker gang, with knives and such!
The frightened bartender begins pouring drinks, but stops when he hears the voice of the sheriff yelling from outside.
Sheriff:Hey Black Dog! I heard you were coming! Figured we could meet face to face before you go about destroying my town!
The leader of the gang cracks a smile, and slowly turns toward the door. His group gives him a look that asks whether or not they should follow him. He silently tells them no, and moves across the floor. He grins at the tall, muscular sheriff, with a hint of rebellion gleaming in his eyes.
Black Dog:Well hello there Sheriff. Me and my boys ain't interested in causin' any trouble.
Sheriff:That ain't what I heard. My brother's the Sheriff two towns over, and he warned me about you guys. Now, we don't want any trouble. This is a nice town. So why don't you and your gang of hoodlums get going?
The gang leader rest his hand on the handle of his knife, and gives a chuckle.
Black Dog:We're just here to have a drink.
Sheriff:I ain't playing games with you. Get out of my town, or I'll make you get out. That's a promise.
Black Dog draws his knife, but the cop is faster. In one motion he pulls his billy club from its holster, and slams it upside the man's head. He crumples to the ground, and lays on the concrete. By the time the rest of the bikers realize something is wrong, the Sheriff has climbed into his car, and peels out down the road. The gang comes rushing outside, and circles around their fallen leader.
Biker Gang:Rabble rabble!
One of the bikers looks across the street, and sees the small, brick building, with the name Dr. Remus Goldschyre painted above the door.
Biker #1:There's a doctor! Maybe he can help.
We then cut awkwardly to the bikers setting their leader down on a chair in Doctor Remus' office. He quickly comes rushing into the room when he hears the noise the group is making.
Dr. Remus:What in the world are you doing in here?!
Biker #1:Our boss needs help. Some cop whacked him upside the head outside.
Dr. Remus:I am not a doctor of medicine! I am a doctor of science!
Biker#1:Please doc! Isn't there something you can do?!
Dr. Remus strokes his jaw, and walks over to the man. He reaches down, and feels for a pulse.
Dr. Remus:Yes... this man is most definitely... dead.
The bikers let out a collective gasp.
Biker #1:Ain't there nothing you can do?
Dr Remus:Hmmm... I can't bring him back from the dead, but maybe... science can!
We fade into a montage of the doctor working feverishly over the patient. We see shot of him connecting things to the patient, monitoring computers with squiggly lines all across them. He sweats over charts, stares at graphs, and fiddles with knobs. We fade out of the montage, to see the doctor standing over the body of the gang leader. Several electrodes stick out of his body, two of them in his skull. Dr. Remus adjusts the protrusions, before walking over to a machine, and pressing a few buttons. Dr. Remus speaks to no one in particular.
Dr Remus:This might very well work. Just an adjustment here, and a minor tweak here and... we're done.
He looks over at the patient with hope in his eye.
Dr. Remus:In the name of science...
He flips a large, red switch on the side of the computer, and immediately bolts of electricity shoot between the electrodes. The body of the patient convulses violently, as the beams of electric blue light shoot between the metal rods. After a few moments, the chaos ceases, and the body lies still once again. The Doctor sits perfectly still, starring at Black Dog, hoping for something. The dull eyes of the man laying on the table suddenly pop open, and move over to the Doctor, who now has an irrepressible smile on his face.
Dr. Remus:Yes...YES! It worked! HAHA! It WORKED! Unbelievable. Black Dog. Black Dog, can you hear me?
The biker only looks at he doctor for a few moments, before letting out a low, quiet growl. It is then that the doctor notices something in his eyes, Something not quite human. By the point it is too late. Black Dog jumps off the table, and begins swinging wildly. He smashes several beakers, spilling different colored liquids everywhere. He rips through wires, sending sparks fly, and kicks over the table he was laying on. He sprints for the door, ignoring the doctor as he runs out into the street. He flies down the sidewalk, faster than any human could run, leaving terrorized families in his wake.
Dr. Remus:Oh no... oh no no no. This is not good.
Dr. Remus walks back into his lab, and begins pacing back and forth across the floor.
Dr. Remus:He's... not human... something's definitely wrong. What can I do...
At this point, we can almost see the metaphorical light bulb going on over the Doctor's head.
Dr. Remus:That's it! I brought him back with science,,, and now I have to kill him with science.
Here we are treated t another montage. This time the doctor is working feverishly on some sort of weapon. We see him working with microscopes, wrenches, and other such things, on a small, metal device. Sweat pours down his head, as he makes sure his calibrations are all correct. Once the montage ends, he holds up what is clearly a gun spray-painted gold.
Dr. Remus:This is it. My greatest invention. With this weapon, I will be able to stop the monster I created, and bring peace back to our town!
He admires his invention for a moment longer, before rushing out the door. He looks up and down the street, seeing nothing out of the ordinary at first. However, after a second, he spots a group of people running from a nearby grocery store. Several of them are bleeding, and most of them look very frightened. The Doctor runs toward the building, gold weapon in hand. Slowly he pushes through the glass door, keeping a look out for Black Dog. It doesn't take him long. A loud crash comes from back by the dairy aisle, followed by a loud shriek. Dr. Remus makes his way over there, and sees Black dog, blood dripping from his mouth, holding a young woman by the throat, and threatening her with a broken, glass milk bottle.
Dr. Remus:Black Dog!
The man immediately loses interest, and drops the woman. He turns his body toward the doctor, and gives him a lifeless stare. The doctor readies his weapon, but Black Dog takes off running toward him. He approaches quicker than anticipated, and manager to knock the weapon out of Dr. Remus' hand. He then slams the scientist against a rack, and tosses him to the ground. Doctor Remus barely has time to scramble, before Black Dog dives on top of him. The undead biker holds him down with superhuman strength, not allowing him to escape.
The Doctor quickly takes surveillance of the situation. The weapon didn't fly too far away, and is almost within reach. Black Dog goes in to bite the Doctor's neck, but is blocks by a forearm to the throat. Remus reaches desperately for the golden gun with one hand, while trying his best to keep Black Dog at bay with the other. He feels the hot breath of the man on his neck, but also feels his fingers wrap around the cold metal weapon. He immediately takes aim and pulls the trigger. A horribly fake looking bolt of energy hits Black Dog in the face, sending him flying backward. When Dr. Remus stands up, what he sees almost makes him vomit. The gun has burned a crater in Black Dog's head that takes up half the space of his face. Smoke curls upward, as the scent of burning flesh fills the area. The doctor slides the weapon into his pocket, and looks off at no on in particular.
Dr. Remus:My fatal mistake was trying to play God. No more will I interfere in matters not meant for man. From now on, I will stick to what I know best... SCIENCE!
The closing credits begins to roll, and we fade back out to Waylon Cash sitting in the director's chair, only this time John Gable is standing next to him. Waylon seems horrified, but the smile on John's face almost passes his cheeks.
Waylon:That was... horrible.
Gable:Horribly awesome! That is what dreams are made of my friend. You may look at it and see only the things you dislike but I look at this movie and see inspiration, a world of its own and an urge to step outside the box! Not every movie can be Inception, some movies need to be the movie of the present that the world is only meant to view once in a pure, unapologetic and raw showing in a second rate theater with sticky floors and exposed stuffing in the chairs. It is Americana at its best and if you hate that, then you hate the heart and soul of this heartless and soulless industry! It is the perfect product of a lesser light and all you can do at the end of the day is appreciate their passion to finish and release it. Nothing can stop the drive of an artist!!!
Waylon:It made ma want to rip out my eyes. Well ladies and gentlemen, I guess that's all for now. Lots to think about. The nest time you see me, S-PAC will be beatin' the shit outta the real Doctor Remus and the Wild Gangsters. I hope you laughed, I hope you cried, but most of all, I hope you learned something tonight.
The light fades out as a short instrumental plays him out. Once the music stops, we hear Waylon chuckle, and utter one last line.
Waylon:That was fuckin' stupid.
Waylon:Well hello there. I wanna thank you for joinin' me tonight. I got somethin' very special for the WCF fans. I've been needin' to get outta the same old rut I been in with our meetin's. That's why I did a lotta thinkin' this week, and I think I came up with somethin' you're gonna like. I realized that Dr. Remus and the Wild Gangsters sounded incredibly familiar, so I called up my team mate John Gable, and asked him if I could dig through his film collection a bit. Ladies and gentlemen, for your viewin' pleasure, I'd like to present Dr. Remus and the Wild Gangsters.
We fade to black, and then a black and white title card appears reading “Dr. Remus and the Wild Gangsters” That fades out, and we come in on a shot of a scientists lab, as invisioned by 1950's hollywood. Several beakers lay along the counter, bubbling for no reason as white smoke pours out of them. Small computers with nothing but very scientific seeming squiggling lines sit in a row along a nearby desk. A tall, dark haired man in a lab coat walks into the shot. He stares pensively at the clipboard in his hands, while rubbing his chiseled jaw.
Dr. Remus:Dammit, even my latest experiments can not quench my thirst... for science!
He throws the clipboard down on his desk, scattering a cup full of pens everywhere. With a look of annoyance, he bends down to pick them up. The sudden sound of a motorcycle revving through the open window causes him to try to stand up quickly, and hit his head on the edge of the metal desk. He shouts out in pain, while rubbing the impacted spot.
Dr. Remus:Those damn biker punks, disturbing me while I'm doing science!
He turns to the clipboard, only to be interrupted by the sharp ringing of a phone. He yanks the receiver off the ok, and holds it to his head.
Dr. Remus:What is it?...Well tell him I can't see him. I'm busy with my science!
He slams the phone back down, and glares out the window for a moment. A few children run by, no doubt engaged in a pointless game having nothing to do with science.
Dr. Remus: This isn't cutting it... I need something new. Something more...Intellectually intensive.
We close up on Dr. Remus' eyes, and fade to an outdoor scene. The sun shines down on a beautiful summer day. The serene picture is broken only by the menacing sound of approaching engines. The roar out as a line of leather clad motorcycle riders ten deep rounds the corner. Mothers pull their children in tight. Old people make their way inside. Shop owners turn their open signs to closed. A lone, overweight police officer dives into a nearby alley, his hat falling behind him. He reaches out to grab it, as the bikers pull to a stop along the curb. The frotn rider is a hard edged young man with dark, greased back hair, and a scar that runs the length of his lower jaw bone. He adjusts his leather jacket, before turning back to his fellow riders.
Black Dog:Alright gang. Into the bar!
Biker Gang:Rabble rabble rabble!
The group follows him into the dimly lit room, and they all take a seat along the simple wooden bar. A haggard looking old man stands behind the bar. The look on his face says he wishes he had called in sick today. Black Dog slams his fist on the bar, and speaks in a loud,booming voice.
Black Dog:Alright barkeep, I'm Black Dog McGee, and this is my biker gang! Me and my boys here have been ridin' a long time, causin' havoc and whatnot, and it's made us mighty thirsty, didn't it boys?
Biker Gang:Rabble rabble rabble rabble!
Black Dog:So set us up with some drinks, and keep 'em comin'. Also,we won't be payin' on account of we're a biker gang, with knives and such!
The frightened bartender begins pouring drinks, but stops when he hears the voice of the sheriff yelling from outside.
Sheriff:Hey Black Dog! I heard you were coming! Figured we could meet face to face before you go about destroying my town!
The leader of the gang cracks a smile, and slowly turns toward the door. His group gives him a look that asks whether or not they should follow him. He silently tells them no, and moves across the floor. He grins at the tall, muscular sheriff, with a hint of rebellion gleaming in his eyes.
Black Dog:Well hello there Sheriff. Me and my boys ain't interested in causin' any trouble.
Sheriff:That ain't what I heard. My brother's the Sheriff two towns over, and he warned me about you guys. Now, we don't want any trouble. This is a nice town. So why don't you and your gang of hoodlums get going?
The gang leader rest his hand on the handle of his knife, and gives a chuckle.
Black Dog:We're just here to have a drink.
Sheriff:I ain't playing games with you. Get out of my town, or I'll make you get out. That's a promise.
Black Dog draws his knife, but the cop is faster. In one motion he pulls his billy club from its holster, and slams it upside the man's head. He crumples to the ground, and lays on the concrete. By the time the rest of the bikers realize something is wrong, the Sheriff has climbed into his car, and peels out down the road. The gang comes rushing outside, and circles around their fallen leader.
Biker Gang:Rabble rabble!
One of the bikers looks across the street, and sees the small, brick building, with the name Dr. Remus Goldschyre painted above the door.
Biker #1:There's a doctor! Maybe he can help.
We then cut awkwardly to the bikers setting their leader down on a chair in Doctor Remus' office. He quickly comes rushing into the room when he hears the noise the group is making.
Dr. Remus:What in the world are you doing in here?!
Biker #1:Our boss needs help. Some cop whacked him upside the head outside.
Dr. Remus:I am not a doctor of medicine! I am a doctor of science!
Biker#1:Please doc! Isn't there something you can do?!
Dr. Remus strokes his jaw, and walks over to the man. He reaches down, and feels for a pulse.
Dr. Remus:Yes... this man is most definitely... dead.
The bikers let out a collective gasp.
Biker #1:Ain't there nothing you can do?
Dr Remus:Hmmm... I can't bring him back from the dead, but maybe... science can!
We fade into a montage of the doctor working feverishly over the patient. We see shot of him connecting things to the patient, monitoring computers with squiggly lines all across them. He sweats over charts, stares at graphs, and fiddles with knobs. We fade out of the montage, to see the doctor standing over the body of the gang leader. Several electrodes stick out of his body, two of them in his skull. Dr. Remus adjusts the protrusions, before walking over to a machine, and pressing a few buttons. Dr. Remus speaks to no one in particular.
Dr Remus:This might very well work. Just an adjustment here, and a minor tweak here and... we're done.
He looks over at the patient with hope in his eye.
Dr. Remus:In the name of science...
He flips a large, red switch on the side of the computer, and immediately bolts of electricity shoot between the electrodes. The body of the patient convulses violently, as the beams of electric blue light shoot between the metal rods. After a few moments, the chaos ceases, and the body lies still once again. The Doctor sits perfectly still, starring at Black Dog, hoping for something. The dull eyes of the man laying on the table suddenly pop open, and move over to the Doctor, who now has an irrepressible smile on his face.
Dr. Remus:Yes...YES! It worked! HAHA! It WORKED! Unbelievable. Black Dog. Black Dog, can you hear me?
The biker only looks at he doctor for a few moments, before letting out a low, quiet growl. It is then that the doctor notices something in his eyes, Something not quite human. By the point it is too late. Black Dog jumps off the table, and begins swinging wildly. He smashes several beakers, spilling different colored liquids everywhere. He rips through wires, sending sparks fly, and kicks over the table he was laying on. He sprints for the door, ignoring the doctor as he runs out into the street. He flies down the sidewalk, faster than any human could run, leaving terrorized families in his wake.
Dr. Remus:Oh no... oh no no no. This is not good.
Dr. Remus walks back into his lab, and begins pacing back and forth across the floor.
Dr. Remus:He's... not human... something's definitely wrong. What can I do...
At this point, we can almost see the metaphorical light bulb going on over the Doctor's head.
Dr. Remus:That's it! I brought him back with science,,, and now I have to kill him with science.
Here we are treated t another montage. This time the doctor is working feverishly on some sort of weapon. We see him working with microscopes, wrenches, and other such things, on a small, metal device. Sweat pours down his head, as he makes sure his calibrations are all correct. Once the montage ends, he holds up what is clearly a gun spray-painted gold.
Dr. Remus:This is it. My greatest invention. With this weapon, I will be able to stop the monster I created, and bring peace back to our town!
He admires his invention for a moment longer, before rushing out the door. He looks up and down the street, seeing nothing out of the ordinary at first. However, after a second, he spots a group of people running from a nearby grocery store. Several of them are bleeding, and most of them look very frightened. The Doctor runs toward the building, gold weapon in hand. Slowly he pushes through the glass door, keeping a look out for Black Dog. It doesn't take him long. A loud crash comes from back by the dairy aisle, followed by a loud shriek. Dr. Remus makes his way over there, and sees Black dog, blood dripping from his mouth, holding a young woman by the throat, and threatening her with a broken, glass milk bottle.
Dr. Remus:Black Dog!
The man immediately loses interest, and drops the woman. He turns his body toward the doctor, and gives him a lifeless stare. The doctor readies his weapon, but Black Dog takes off running toward him. He approaches quicker than anticipated, and manager to knock the weapon out of Dr. Remus' hand. He then slams the scientist against a rack, and tosses him to the ground. Doctor Remus barely has time to scramble, before Black Dog dives on top of him. The undead biker holds him down with superhuman strength, not allowing him to escape.
The Doctor quickly takes surveillance of the situation. The weapon didn't fly too far away, and is almost within reach. Black Dog goes in to bite the Doctor's neck, but is blocks by a forearm to the throat. Remus reaches desperately for the golden gun with one hand, while trying his best to keep Black Dog at bay with the other. He feels the hot breath of the man on his neck, but also feels his fingers wrap around the cold metal weapon. He immediately takes aim and pulls the trigger. A horribly fake looking bolt of energy hits Black Dog in the face, sending him flying backward. When Dr. Remus stands up, what he sees almost makes him vomit. The gun has burned a crater in Black Dog's head that takes up half the space of his face. Smoke curls upward, as the scent of burning flesh fills the area. The doctor slides the weapon into his pocket, and looks off at no on in particular.
Dr. Remus:My fatal mistake was trying to play God. No more will I interfere in matters not meant for man. From now on, I will stick to what I know best... SCIENCE!
The closing credits begins to roll, and we fade back out to Waylon Cash sitting in the director's chair, only this time John Gable is standing next to him. Waylon seems horrified, but the smile on John's face almost passes his cheeks.
Waylon:That was... horrible.
Gable:Horribly awesome! That is what dreams are made of my friend. You may look at it and see only the things you dislike but I look at this movie and see inspiration, a world of its own and an urge to step outside the box! Not every movie can be Inception, some movies need to be the movie of the present that the world is only meant to view once in a pure, unapologetic and raw showing in a second rate theater with sticky floors and exposed stuffing in the chairs. It is Americana at its best and if you hate that, then you hate the heart and soul of this heartless and soulless industry! It is the perfect product of a lesser light and all you can do at the end of the day is appreciate their passion to finish and release it. Nothing can stop the drive of an artist!!!
Waylon:It made ma want to rip out my eyes. Well ladies and gentlemen, I guess that's all for now. Lots to think about. The nest time you see me, S-PAC will be beatin' the shit outta the real Doctor Remus and the Wild Gangsters. I hope you laughed, I hope you cried, but most of all, I hope you learned something tonight.
The light fades out as a short instrumental plays him out. Once the music stops, we hear Waylon chuckle, and utter one last line.
Waylon:That was fuckin' stupid.
