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This is a rare find – part of the script of Static Shock “They’re Playing My Song.” It was Dwayne’s first produced animated script. This draft was written in Microsoft Word and was dated October 12, 2000. Any typos were probably conversion errors made when I posted it here.

EXT. ABANDONED GAS STATION – NIGHT

RICHIE is practically towing a reluctant VIRGIL up the street.

VIRGIL

Where are we going, Richie?

RICHIE

Patience, Virgil. We’re almost there. It’ll be easier once we’re old enough to drive.

VIRGIL

Hey, I offered. We could’a got on my disk and flown.

RICHIE

No disrespect, Man. But I’ve seen you fall off that thing.

VIRGIL

(offended)

One time! And they were shooting at me!

RICHIE

Whatever. Anyway, we’re here.

RICHIE

indicates the dilapidated, darkened gas station behind him. Virgil looks askance at the place as Richie shoves the door open.

VIRGIL

We’re where?

RICHIE

Your secret headquarters. Every superhero has to have a secret headquarters.

Richie goes inside. Virgil follows.

CUT TO:

INT. ABANDONED GAS STATION OF SOLITUDE – NIGHT

It’s pitch black inside, until part of the room is suddenly ILLUMINATED by the ELECTRICAL ARC at the tip of Virgil’s finger. Virgil looks up at the fluorescent lights in the ceiling.

VIRGIL

Hope those bulbs are good...

THE ELECTRICAL ARC

leaps from Virgil’s finger to the bulbs, which light up.

THE INTERIOR

is now well-lit. The garage is revealed as a dump.

VIRGIL

You gotta be kidding me. You’d have to renovate before this place could qualify as a dump.

RICHIE

indicates the garage as he gives Virgil the hard-sell. Virgil looks around, unconvinced.

RICHIE

Use your imagination. You may see a broken-down, rat-infested-

VIRGIL

(disgusted)

“Rat-infested?”

RICHIE

(quickly)

We’ll get some traps. The point is, this place is going to be the nerve-center of our entire superhero operation.

VIRGIL

What are we going to call it, “the Abandoned Gas Station of Solitude”?

RICHIE

Look, it’s either this or my old treehouse. And I don’t think those branches’ll hold both of us anymore.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ABANDONED GAS STATION ROOF – NIGHT

Virgil is sitting on the edge of the SKYLIGHT, sulking. Richie opens the skylight.

RICHIE

(still selling)

The skylight’s pretty cool, you can fly in and out through here.

VIRGIL

If I had more cash, maybe I could rent a decent headquarters.

RICHIE

Yeah. This superhero gig hasn’t exactly turned out to be a profit center.

VIRGIL

You ain’t never lied. It’s costing me money. I keep tearing my costume, melting my shoes...

SFX OF SQUEALING TIRES from the street. Virgil and Richie react, looking down to see:

ICE PACK’S LIMO

racing up the street, still trying to outrun Rubberband Man.

BACK ON THE ROOF

Virgil quickly begins to change into his Static costume.

VIRGIL

You see that?!

RICHIE

(cagey)

Depends. What do you see?

ON THE STREET

Rubberband Man OVERTAKES the Limo. He secures himself to a lamppost and stretches himself across the road directly in front of the speeding Limo. He wraps his other end around a matching lamppost forming a barrier across the street

THE LIMO

plows right into Rubberband Man. His body GIVES with the impact, stretching for about twenty yards before SNAPPING back into shape, launching the Limo backwards INTO THE AIR in the opposite direction.

INSIDE THE CAR

Ice and his Hangers-On are terrified.

HANGERS-ON

[Cries of surprise and fear.]

BACK ON THE ROOF

STATIC, now in full costume, polarizes his flying disk into stiffness, leaps on it and SURFS through the air after the flying car.

CLOSING ON THE LIMO

Static throws a two-handed ELECTRICAL FIELD.

THE ELECTRICAL FIELD

trails from the Limo back to Static’s hands. He grasps the electricity with his fingers, as if pulling on reins.

WIDER ON STATIC

As he grits his teeth, slowing the car’s forward motion with a sudden YANK.

STATIC

[Grunt of effort.]

Pulling back on the “reins” and leaning backwards on his disk, Static strains mightily as the car slowly arcs to the ground, supported by his electromagnetic field. The car hits the ground with a solid THUMP. Static lands nearby, sweaty and exhausted.

RUBBERBAND MAN

BOUNCES over to the Limo like a ball, then UNFOLDS into human form in mid-bounce. He reaches for the door of the Limo but Static grabs his wrist.

STATIC

Slow your roll there, Super-Ball.

Rubberband Man’s wrist writhes like a snake. Startled, Static lets it go.

RUBBERBAND MAN

I got no beef with you...Static, right?

Static is standing between him and the car.

STATIC

That’s me. And you are?

RUBBERBAND MAN

About to kill the guy in this car.

STATIC

Good one. You realize if you try it I’ll have to thump you.

RUBBERBAND MAN

Really?

STATIC

Or we could go all radical, sit down and talk about it.

RUBBERBAND MAN

Nah. I don’t think so, Sparky.

RUBBERBAND MAN

stretches his arm to hit Static in the face with a fast jab.

STATIC

is surprised more than hurt. He clenches his fist, which crackles with electrical energy.

STATIC

Be that way.

Static steps up to Rubberband Man and clocks him in the chin with an energy-charged haymaker. Rubberband Man’s body doesn’t move but his head is knocked back a couple of yards before his elastic neck snaps back into place. He grabs his jaw with his hand as if to see if it’s still in one piece.

RUBBERBAND MAN

Nice shot.

RUBBERBAND MAN’S FOOT

unseen by Static, stretches around and behind Static. The foot forms itself into a low, knee-high bench.

BACK ON RUBBERBAND MAN

RUBBERBAND MAN

Rubber’s an insulator. Your electrical powers can’t hurt me, I’m grounded.

WIDER

Rubberband Man gives Static a two-handed push in the chest. Static trips backwards over the “bench”

RUBBERBAND MAN

And so are you, sucker!

STATIC

Falls flat on his butt, he’s mortified. This is humiliating.

STATIC

Aw, Man! I haven’t fallen for that one since... well, since last summer actually. But still...

ON THE LIMO

suddenly driving away from the scene, burning rubber.

RUBBERBAND MAN REACTS.

RUBBERBAND MAN

Oh, no you don’t!

He stretches his arm into a LASSO and ropes the hitch at the back of the speeding Limo.

STATIC

leaps to his feet and charges up, he’s glowing and sparking.

STATIC

A big enough charge can overload any insulator.

Static unleashes a HUGE blast of electricity at Rubberband Man.

RUBBERBAND MAN

(Impact grunt)

RUBBERBAND MAN

is thrown backwards, stunned by the jolt. His arm stretching off frame towards:

THE REAR OF THE LIMO

Rubberband Man’s lasso arm tears the hitch and rear bumper off the rear of the Limo, which recedes from the camera, speeding away and into a tunnel.

RUBBERBAND MAN

recovers quickly from the jolt, bouncing back to his feet. He approaches Static, who is obviously weakened from his effort.

STATIC

I so need a new plan...

Rubberband Man forms one arm into an enormous CROQUET MALLET and angrily smacks Static into a wall.

STATIC

[Grunt of pain.]

STATIC

slides off the wall and slumps to his knees, dazed and helpless. Rubberband Man stands above him, hand still in mallet form. He’s poised to deliver the finishing blow.

RUBBERBAND MAN

looks at his helpless opponent for a long moment, then changes his mallet back into a regular fist. He can’t do it.

RUBBERBAND MAN

(sighs)

You’re not the one I’m after.

Rubberband Man lowers his arm, unclenches his fist, rolls himself into a ball and bounces away.

STATIC

slumps face first to the ground, finally unconscious.

CUT TO:

EXT. HAWKINS’ RESIDENCE – DAY

Establishing Virgil’s house, the next morning.

VIRGIL (O.S.)

Oh, my head...

CUT TO:

INT. HAWKINS’ BATHROOM – THE SHOWER

Virgil leans with his palms on either side of the shower head, hanging his head under the hot spray of water.

VIRGIL

Note to self: Avoid playing catch with flying automobiles.

Virgil reacts to the sound of knocking on the bathroom door. He covers his ears and groans with pain.

SHARON (O.S.)

(shouting)

Little brother! You’re running late!--

CUT TO:

EXT. HAWKINS’ BATHROOM – HALLWAY

SHARON, Virgil’s big sister, is standing outside the door.

SHARON

--Breakfast is already on the table.

Sharon pounds on the door again.

SHARON

Virgil Ovid Hawkins, you get your ashy butt out here right this minute!

ON THE DOOR

It opens a crack. Deadly serious, Virgil peeks out around the door.

VIRGIL

Sharon, my middle name is never to be spoken aloud. You know that.

Virgil slams the door.

CUT TO:

Edgewise #2 – Sci-Fi Movies on TV

May 7th, 2012 | Posted by Eugene Son in Columns and Essays - (Comments Off)

Dwayne’s Science Fiction and Fantasy column, hosted by FantasticCon.com-

Crappy Sci-Fi movies on TV. I like em.

Edgewise #2

Last week, I told you a little bit about myself and my relationship to SF literature. This week, I had intended to talk about old SF television, as a segue to me trashing THE X-FILES. Unfortunately, I’ve enjoyed the show each of the last three times I’ve watched. My employers, captains of the mighty starship we call FANTASTICON, have informed me that if my first review is a good one, you guys’ll lose all respect for me. So I’ll be back with a review as soon as I see something that’s suitably stinky. Shouldn’t take long, this is the science fiction beat, after all. If worse comes to worst, I’ll watch one of those Thursday Night Movies on UPN.

The first science fiction movie I can remember going to see was ESCAPE FROM THE PLANET OF THE APES, a film about superintelligent talking apes in the future. I had a great time until the very end, when a nuclear weapon detonated, destroying the entire Earth (a pretty neat trick for the SECOND film in a five-part series). I tell you that only to tell you this: don’t take small children to see movies where the Earth blows up at the end. I didn’t get a full night’s sleep again until I saw THUNDERBALL on TV. James Bond didn’t let HIS nuke blow up. If James Bond had been in THE PLANET OF THE APES, we’d probably still have the Statue of Liberty in one piece. My point? Charlton Heston’s always been a loser.

I didn’t often get to go see SF movies, my folks had little tolerance for the genre. So I got most of my SF fix from the tube. Pickings were much slimmer than they are these days, though. So I watched anything that wasn’t on at the same time as something my dad liked; THUNDERBIRDS, a space drama starring, so help me, marionettes (worse, when the puppets picked up an object, like a glass of water, their puppet hands would temporarily be replaced by human ones; DR. WHO, a show my friends thought looked cheesy but I thought was cool; STAR TREK, a show I thought was cool but in retrospect, looks awfully cheesy, even digitally remastered; LOST IN SPACE, a show I hated but watched diligently in the hope that this week, the Robot would shoot electricity out of his claws. It didn’t happen often enough, for my taste. Usually, the bad guy would just pull the Robot’s “power pack” off of his side and the robot would slump helplessly, bereft of juice. Okay, I can see this happening once, but every week? Couldn’t they have just duct taped the battery on?

Oh, good God. I’m almost out of space again. I didn’t even get to talk about Monster Week on the 4:30 movie (always culminating on Friday with DESTROY ALL MONSTERS, quite possibly the greatest film ever made). Okay, next week I’m going to step into it good fashion. Anyone up for trashing STAR TREK?

Dwayne McDuffie is a founder of Milestone Media and has unaccountably agreed to do this column every week. This will be a lot easier if people like you write in so he can do a “Reader’s Mailbag” feature every so often, thus lessening his workload.