Smitty: The True Story in One Act

Smitty: The True Story in One Act

Screenplay by "The Euge"

(Transcribed by @McLlwainsWorld)

FADE IN:

INTERIOR OF A MILITARY LABORATORY. NIGHT.

Deep in a top secret laboratory, two scientists stand over an operating table. It's bright and sterile. Stainless steel gleams in the bright-as-day-lights. A series of multicoloured wires hang from the ceiling and run through a conduit to a large, conspicuous switch mounted to the wall.

TERRY, a small man wearing wire rim glasses, his hair askew, steps back as though suddenly filled with doubt.

TERRY

"It's too much, Reginald. We've gone too far."

REGINALD, a taller man holding a small wrench and still well composed and calm, looks up almost dismissively.

REGINALD

"We're doing what we were ordered to do. Our job is to make this man into something the likes of which the world has never seen, not to question the boss' orders. Now get back to work or I'll report you to the Unit Commander.

TERRY

"But not this. They couldn't have meant this."

TERRY walks to a sink and runs his fingers through his hair. 

TERRY

"Goddamn it, Reginald, it's just not right!"

REGINALD finishes his work on the bolt he's tightening and looks up.

REGINALD

"It's not about what's right. It's about what the boss wants. Now are you going to hook him up or should I?"

TERRY looks away, saddened. REGINALD storms angrily around the table, revealing for the first time the body that had been obscured from view. He starts pulling the wires down connecting them to the bolts covering the body.

REGINALD 

"Throw the switch!"

TERRY

"I won't be part of this! It's not right! It's not okay!"

REGINALD storms across the lab and throws the switch. The lights dim and flicker while the body on the table convulses violently. After a few seconds REGINALD throws the switch again and all is quiet.

TERRY

"Well?"

REGINALD holds a finger to his lips, calling for quiet.

CAMERA ZOOMS IN ON THE BODY ON THE TABLE AS TWO PIERCING BLUE EYES SUDDENLY FLICKER OPEN.

BODY

"Wh... wha... what happened? Where am I? Who are you?"

CAMERA ZOOMS BACK OUT TO A TIGHT SHOT ON THE BODY AND REGINALD

REGINALD

"We've improved you, Zachary. We've made you better.

BODY

"I... I don't undersand..."

REGINALD

"Your shooting, Zachary. We've made it better."

BODY

"But how?"

REGINALD

"Shhh, my child. Just go. Go and shoot like you've never shot before. You have access to percentages mere mortals can only dream of! 18... 20% You will be the greatest shooter in the world!"

The BODY, now known to be ZACHARY slides off the table on to unsteady feet as the camera zooms out. His beautiful blue eyes still showing confusion.

ZACHARY

"But the analytics... they say it's unsustainable... There's bound to be regression..."

REGINALD 

(manaical laugh)

"Zachary my child, you're beyond regression! I've made you... A GOD!"

ZACHARY exits the lab as REGINALD picks up a red phone receiver mounted to the wall.

REGINALD

"It's done, sir. Project Blue Steel is complete."

CAMERA ZOOMS INTO A TIGHT SHOT ON TERRY'S FACE

TERRY

(in a whisper)

"But at what cost?"