Who Left This Wine Out?
Total Page:16
File Type:pdf, Size:1020Kb
© Freshly Squeezed Pulp 1 Episode 1: Who Left this Wine Out? WRITING CREDITS CREATIVE DIRECTOR: BROCK FOREMAN EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: NICOLE LINDBERGH HEAD WRITERS: SHREYA HURLI & NICOLE LINDBERGH WRITER’S ROOM: MAC GAGNE & JONATHAN SANDOVAL & LILY EL NACCASH & PRANAV ATHIMUNDU & VICTORIA WANG CAST Odysseus …...……………………………………………………………………………………….Andrew Raines Telemachus .…………………………………………………………………………………...Jonathan Sandoval Penelope ………..……………………………………………………………………………………….Cady Bailey Hermes ………….…………………………………………………………………………………………Ami Wong Calypso ………..………………………………………………………….……………………………...Mac Gagne Zeus …….……………………………………………………………………….……….…………Jason Mceachin Athena ……………………………………………………………………...……………………….Gaby McDonald Antinous ………………………………….…………………………………...……………...………..William Smith Oracle of Delphi….…………………………..……….……………………………………………..Lily el Naccash Eurycleia ……………………..……….…………………………………………………………..…Brock Foreman Mentes……………………..……….……………………………………………………………….Gaby McDonald Aegyptus……………………….……………………..……….……………………………………….... Will Smith Ares .………..………………………………………………….……….………………………………....Molly X Apollo ………..………………………………………………..………….…………………………..Andrew Witte LOGLINE Athena demands the freedom of Odysseus. Telemachus, frustrated by the suitors that have overrun his house, leaves home to find out the fate of his father. Penelope is left in charge of a palace she can barely control; Odysseus escapes Calypso's island with divine help from Hermes. SCENE-BY-SCENE PLOT OVERVIEW The Oracle of Delphi sings the story of Odysseus. In the Palace of the Gods, the divine banquet is interrupted by petty squabbling. Zeus reacts to the murder of Agammenon; Athena persuades Zeus to let her free Odysseus from Ogygia. Odysseus attempts to escape Calypso on his own, but is thwarted by the scaly goddess. At Odysseus’s space station palace, Telemachus daydreams of his father’s return. His mother Penelope informs him of a new guest: Mentes, Athena disguised. At the banquet hall, Telemachus earns Athena’s respect; she encourages him to sail in search of his father. The suitor Antinous antagonizes and humiliates Telemachus. On Ogygia, Zeus sends Hermes to release Odysseus from Calypso’s island. In Ithaca, Telemachus talks with the elderly elders of Ithaca; Antinous interrupts and insults him again. Telemachus storms out; Antinous comforts him. Telemachus resolves to leave in secret on his starship; he shares a drink with his nanny Eurycleia before he leaves. IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS, REFER TO FIRST TWO CHAPTERS OF THE ODYSSEY © Freshly Squeezed Pulp 2 Scene 1: Sing O Muses [ambient ritualistic humming intermixed with sci-fi control panel noises and steam. The sound of a computer booting up] ORACLE OF DELPHI: Sing to me, O muse, of a complicated man. Tell me a story of a hero and a husband, a liar and a thief, a hero and a husband, a pirate and a looter city sacker, a king and a vagabond the noble veteran of the Trojan Stellar War--the noble veteran of the Trojan Stellar War. Long, long ago, in a galaxy far away, there wept Odysseus, whose search for his home planet resided in the hands of the deathless gods, who lived in perfect harmony in their palace on the planet Olympus. Scene 2: Palace of the Gods [The sound of forks scraping against plates, and 8-bit game music and computerized shooting from a handheld video game. A sad noise from the game as the player reaches game-over.] ARES: FUCK. ORACLE: Perhaps it was not a perfect harmony. HERA: Ares! ARES: I was right fucking there! I had it! HERA: Ares, what did I tell you about video-games at the dinner table? ARES: I’m almost done, Mom, I’m at the final boss! APOLLO: If Ares can play games at the table, I should be able to play my harmonica. HERMES: If Apollo can play his harmonica, I should be able to legally emancipate myself from this family. HERA: Don’t you start, Hermes. ATHENA: Well, then the obvious solution is for Ares to stop playing his game, lest the whole world reach annihilation. ARES: Oh, I’ll annihilate you, Athena. © Freshly Squeezed Pulp 3 APOLLO & HERMES: OOOHH! ORACLE: The brothers howled at their clever wit, while the matchless Pallas Athene buried her head in her hands. Unfortunately for her, this was a regular Tuesday on Olympus, and unfortunately for all of us, that meant the entire galaxy was once more on the brink of ruin. HERA: Zeus, can you please control your spawn? ZEUS: [non-committal grunt] ORACLE: The King of the Galaxy continued reading the morning news from his Scroll, freshly delivered by his son Hermes. ATHENA: What in the name of Gaea could you possibly be playing on that thing that’s worth so much obsession? HERA: Put it away! ARES: No, I’m about to unlock the hero’s tragic backstory! You can’t! ATHENA: Why do you care so much about a game? APOLLO: Ha! You’re the one to talk about caring about something that doesn’t matter. ARES: [cough] Odysseus. HERA: Oh, don’t you start! ATHENA: What did you say? HERA: Zeus please. Your children… ATHENA: You have made a grievous mist-- ZEUS: [suddenly, loudly] WHAT. [The forks stall on the plates, and it’s dead silent] HERA: [hesitantly] Honeybear…? ZEUS: I cannot believe… that Clymenestra killed her own husband like that! ATHENA: What? © Freshly Squeezed Pulp 4 ZEUS: It’s in the Olympian Enquirer! It’s all over the news! The King of the Mycenaean Asteroid belt killed in his own bed, by his own wife! ORACLE: The deathless Athena sensed an opportunity. ATHENA: [sensing an opportunity] Oh, humanity! APOLLO: Horrid! ARES: Awful! HERA: If only… ZEUS: These humans. So audacious! ATHENA: The audacity! But you punish evil wherever you see it… and reward good. HERA: Oh, don’t you start-- ATHENA: Good… like Odysseus. APOLLO: Here we go again… ATHENA: Father, if I may make my case once more for the hero of the Greek Alliance, Odysseus of the Ithacan Confederation. He’s stuck on Calypso’s Space Station, and-- [the sound of a large door opening] POSEIDON: Did someone say… Odysseus. ATHENA: Oh, great. ZEUS: Poseidon! My brother, and Protective Admiral of the Olympian Star Fleet and Terror of the Seven Galaxies. What brings you to my hall? POSEIDON: Like any good nemesis, I came as soon as I heard Odysseus’s name spoken aloud. I promised I would turn his hope to ash in his mouth, so far, his heart’s still beating. ATHENA: Uncle Poseidon. POSEIDON: Little Athene. Let me guess--you’re trying to free your pet Odysseus again? © Freshly Squeezed Pulp 5 ATHENA: He deserves to go home to his family. To his son. POSEIDON: And he would have gotten home already, if a certain someone hadn’t scattered the Greek fleet to the solar winds because some human insulted their altar. ORACLE: The handsome son of Cronus met the digital gaze of the AI’s projectional avatar. The two sized each other up. ATHENA: Ajax got what he deserved. The rest of the Greeks were collateral. POSEIDON: Funny how your acts of vengeance are justice, but mine are petty and wrong. Maybe there really is a double-standard here... APOLLO: [softly, heartfelt] Oooh… POSEIDON: I’m going to ruin Odysseus’s life. You want to know why? Because I can. Because I want to. Because that’s my justice. ATHENA: You mean you’re going to do it because he has the Crystal. But it’s his by right. POSEIDON: The Crystal is ours! Not his, not theirs, not any human’s to play around with. You’re just an AI, Athena. A weekend DIY project that your creator should have reined in a long time ago. ATHENA: I’d rather be a beloved project than second pickings. POSEIDON: Zeus, can you tell your spare parts to stop her tireless crusade for a lost cause? ZEUS: Don’t talk to my daughter that way, Poseidon. Ever. POSEIDON: [breathes in, holds, then lets it out] Forgive me, brother. We shouldn’t fight. ZEUS: I don’t want any part of this battle. In fact, I forbid you both to intercede on Odysseus’s behalf. I will send Hermes to collect Odysseus from Calypso, and then whatever happens to him after--that’s between you two. POSEIDON: And the Crystal? ZEUS: It was a gift. It stays a gift. Understood? POSEIDON: Understood. ATHENA: Understood. © Freshly Squeezed Pulp 6 [the sound of another game over, and then 8-bit victory music] ARES: Hey look! I finished my game while you guys were being assholes! [CUE INTRO MUSIC AND INTRODUCTION WELCOME TO FSP’S PRODUCTION OF THE ODYSSEY] Scene 3.1: Escape From Ogygia [Sound of heavy stack of papers hits the desk--a hum from the fluorescent lighting] ODYSSEUS: Here’s the forms. E40 Permission for Interstellar Travel, my minute-by-minute flight records, and a… Z29 Permission to Travel with Potted Tentacled Plants. Why do you even use paper? I’ve never seen anyone use paper in a space station until I came here to get my license, Calypso. CALYPSO: Don’t pout, Odysseus; it doesn’t bring out your chiseled jawline. Besides, you’re lucky. We were on clay tablets before. Before that, stone. I’m sure you can imagine how long it took for us to file and process those. Once, all our license applicants had to wait five years for us to build a new storage wing to file their tablets. And you’ve only been waiting… 7 weeks. Anyway, your photo? ODYSSEUS: Sure. [pause] Uhhh… Could you not comb my hair for this? CALYPSO: It’d be a shame if a guy like you had to live with an ugly license pic. ODYSSEUS: [sigh] For which license? My pilot’s license, or my new license to Sew Polka Dots? CALYPSO: Yep! Stand right there! Move your hair to the side! And… maybe… unbutton one button? ODYSSEUS: From my shirt? CALYPSO: Yeah… ODYSSEUS: [sigh] Whatever it takes. CALYPSO: Smile! ORACLE: Odysseus sighs and thinks of his favorite things--Delta V Ale, Ajax’s face after Odysseus won Achilles’s armor, a good trick, Penelope’s laughter.