So, screen writing class asked for a four-page bit of script, after talking a lot about plot that moves forward . . .
INT. MCDONALDS RESTAURANT — NIGHT
The restaurant is completely packed with stereotypical obese patrons, most of whom are busy rapidly throwing down burger after burger.
MOM, 40, and DAD, 40, a married couple, wait in line with SON, 16. Mom and Dad are heavy-set and wear matching flannel shirts and jeans. Son is a thin, strong kid in a button down shirt and tie. Mom is carrying a giant duffle bag.
In front of them, an elderly woman is slowly paying for a meal with pennies.
Dad spins around, and puts a hand on Son’s shoulder.
Son, we need to talk. About where you came from – how you entered this wonderful world.
Do you know where babies come from?
Son pulls a notebook and pen out of his shirt pocket.
When a man and a woman love each other deeply as the almighty intended . . .
Mom drops her duffel bag, spins around, and puts a hand on Son’s other shoulder.
Nine months later babies emerge from the woman’s vagina.
Usually one baby.
As many as nine.
This process is called sex.
At this point, Son has written in his notebook, “Almighty love 9 months vagina, 1 to 9 babies: Sex”
I think you’ve seen it on Animal Planet.
The elderly woman finishes paying for her meal, and the CASHIER coughs loudly.
Can I help you?
Dad spins around to face the cashier.
Do you sell cake?
(motions at a display)
We sell apple pie.
We’ll take a pie, please. And I’ll have a Big Mac and a Coke.
I’ll have a Big Mac and a Coke.
Just a Big Mac and a Coke for me.
Dad pays with a $50.
What I need to tell you today is that your mother and I have never had . . .
(making air quotes)
We did once.
You came from a war torn country in the Middle East . . .
EXT. DESERT — DAY
Mom and Dad, 16 years younger and far healthier, decked out in guns and cameo, ride a green jeep through thick dust.
They approach a ruined military complex.
Mom looks through intricate binoculars.
No snipers, no red flag, this is it. I think I see our man.
ATOP MILITARY COMPLEX
A brutish foreign MAN in a trench coat stands proudly, feet spread and arms cradling a shoebox.
The green jeep pulls up to the complex and the man jumps down to greet it, landing in one of the seats.
(eastern European accent)
Welcome to the sparrow’s nest, comrades.
(still looking straight ahead)
A flock of five thousand trained sparrows can take down even a militia man in twelve seconds.
Desmond, Desmond, Desmond: the world has moved beyond sparrows.
Can your machine really do better?
See for yourself.
The man offers the shoebox to Dad. Dad opens it to find that, inside, a baby is crying.
That. That is the X-T 500 Killman Cyborg. Perfectly disguised as a human boy, with normal growth patterns and reasonable intelligence.
What can it do?
What do you want it to do?
Just give us a demo.
Are you crazy? This kind of technology could never pass through customs fully formed. No, it must develop incognito over a period of precisely sixteen years, building its more violent internals from the proteins of typical American food.
The key to unlock his abilities is . . .
INT. CROWDED MCDONALDS RESTAURANT – NIGHT
Back in McDonalds, the family is seated at a table, burgers and pie before them.
Mom and Dad are wearing the cameo (same as in the flashback) over their clothes, and Mom is calmly extracting weapons from her duffel bag.
Dad is holding a knife.
Happy birthday, son.
Dad plunges the knife into Son’s heart.
Son collapses, and the nearby patrons scream.
Dad and Mom wait expectantly, as nothing happens.
In the background, sirens sound.
INT. COFFIN — NIGHT
It is pitch black.
A red LED gently illuminates the coffin, and we see a worm crawling along Son’s nose.
Suddenly a laser disintegrates the worm, and wings emerge from the boy’s back, making the coffin extremely tight for space. Son looks rather shocked, then just uncomfortable.