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'Beachworld'

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Company

Ferro Films
Matt Ferro, writer-dir.-prod.

Production Description

Casting "Beachworld," a space thriller based off of the short story by Stephen King. The short is primarily centered around a crashed federation space ship from the viewpoint of the two survivors of the three crew members.

Rehearsal and Production Dates & Locations

Shoots summer of 2014 on Long Island, NY.

Compensation & Union Contract Details

Meals provided on days of production.

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Shapiro and Grimes

INT. ASN/29 (COCKPIT) - SPACE
A VIEW FROM THE SHIP'S EXTERIOR.
CUT-IN:
Shapiro sits in one of the co-pilot seats, examining the
circuits and monitors of the cockpit.
Grimes enters (carrying two coffees).

GRIMES
Morning, kid.
SHAPIRO
Good morning, Grimes. How's Yorick?
 GRIMES
As strong as a shark. How's
yourself?

Grimes hands Shapiro a coffee.

SHAPIRO
Fine. Just going over this flux
piloting system. It's similar to my
dad's ford back home, but it's the
thrusters that lose me.
GRIMES
You'll get the hang of it. I've been
with the Federation for forty years.
I once knew a pilot who couldn't
even back out of a spaceport with a
civilian craft; it took him nineteen
months to fully grasp one of these
babies. But you? You handle her like
a fuckin' professional. You're just
a nervous wreck. Don't be nervous,
or you'll wreck us.
SHAPIRO
Yeah, but what if-?
GRIMES
Don't be nervous! I've heard too
many stories about damn good pilots
that have made piss poor decisions
through nervousness. Now I'm not
saying to not be careful, I'm
saying-
SHAPIRO
Don't be nervous.
GRIMES
There's hope for you, yet. Just
follow the basics and you'll do just
fine, and hell, you might even get a
metal some day.
SHAPIRO
I do like metals.
GRIMES
Well then you better get your head
out of your ass and back to work, or
the only metal you'll get will be a
memorial at your funeral. Daydreaming
on the job is the exact opposite of being
careful. But don't be nervous.
SHAPIRO
What's today's plan?
GRIMES
Today we'll be marking an unmarked
planet in the prim region.
SHAPIRO
The prim region? I thought that area
was barren? - except for the
asteroids, of course.
GRIMES
Well apparently they were wrong.
We're to examine it, mark it, and
name it.
SHAPIRO
The prim region... Also called the
shipwreck region. I guess that's why
you were spewing all that "don't be
nervous" stuff. Shit.
GRIMES
You'll do fine. As long as you're not-
SHAPIRO
Nervous.
GRIMES
That's the spirit.
SHAPIRO
Shit.

Rand and Grimes

INT. ASN/29 (COCKPIT) - SPACE
Rand enters.

RAND
Alright! I'm here! Hold your
applause please, and let the master
work his magic!
GRIMES
Will you shut up? We need a
topographical compscan before we
can land.

Grimes gets out of the seat.

GRIMES
The floor is yours.

Rand looks at the coffee.

RAND
Question. I do remember making a
full pot of coffee earlier, and now
it's all gone. ...Care to explain?

Grimes sips his coffee.

GRIMES
Sure. You see, I assumed that since
me and Mr. Shapiro here were
navigating through an asteroid field
while you were tanning with Mr.
Shakespeare, we would be the ones
who needed the coffee. Make sense?
RAND
Crystal, sir. But what about the
compscan?
GRIMES
What about it?
RAND
How am I supposed to receive an
accurate topographical compscan
without my coffee?
GRIMES
You'll receive an accurate
topographical compscan after I shove
my foot up your ass! I'll make some
more Jo'.

Shapiro and Rand - the topographical compscan

INT. ASN/29 (COCKPIT) - SPACE
Rand begins the compscan.

RAND
Well, there seems to be large
readings of silicon dioxide in
extremely high temperatures.
 SHAPIRO
In English?
RAND
Sand.
SHAPIRO
Huh, so I guess that explains the
color of the surface. Any gases?
RAND
Give my a second... Oxygen.
SHAPIRO
Oxygen? How can that be? There
has to be more than just sand,
right? Like, plant life or something?
RAND
One second... Okay, there is some
green out there. But, it's strange.
It's like the planet's trying to
hide it.
SHAPIRO
Now how the hell does that make
sense?
RAND
It doesn't. But that's what it seems
like on the computer. ...Oh shit!
That was weird.
SHAPIRO
What?
RAND
For a second I caught some h2o
passed the green at below freezing
temperatures. Then it just, you
know, vanished!
SHAPIRO
I guarantee you it was just a glitch
from a reading months ago. This cheap
equipment is probably twenty years
old... I mean, look at these seats.
Talk about low-budget. I feel like
we're junkers or something.
RAND
Don't sweat it. We'll be back in the
milky-way by Wednesday, and you can
personally file in the complaint.

After the crash - Shapiro and Rand (Rand's decent into madness: the beacon)

SHAPIRO
Too bad about Grimes.
RAND
Yeah.
SHAPIRO
So, any ideas?
RAND
If you don't have a vollyball, then
I don't know.
SHAPIRO
A vollyball?
RAND
Isn't that what you're supposed to
do on a beach? Play vollyball?
...It's big. One hell of a big beach.
Something like this can go on
forever. you could walk a hundred
miles with your surfboard under your
arm and still be where you started,
almost with nothing but six or seven
footprints behind you.
SHAPIRO
The topographical compscan. What
else was on the reading.
RAND
What?
SHAPIRO
The compscan. The topographical
compscan! The green spots! How far
are we from the nearest green belt?!
Where does the beach end?!
RAND
End?

Rand falls back with laughter.

RAND
End! Oh, I grok you! It never ends!
No greenbelts, no ice caps. No
oceans. This is a beach in search of
an ocean, mate. Dunes and dunes and
dunes and more dunes.
SHAPIRO
You sick son of a bitch. What'll we
do for water?
RAND
Nothing we can do.
SHAPIRO
The ship. It's beyond repair.
RAND
No shit, Sherlock.

Rand starts to fall asleep.
Shapiro stands up.

SHAPIRO
The beacon.
RAND
What?

Rand sits up.

SHAPIRO
I'm going to turn it on. We were on
a mapped lane of travel. Maybe it'll
be vectored. It's a question of
time, really. I know the odds are
shitty, but maybe someone will come
before...
RAND
The beacon's smashed to hell.

Shapiro begins to climb through the window.

SHAPIRO
Maybe it can be fixed.

Shapiro climbs through the window and up the inside, opens a
hatch and examines the interior of the beacon: the beacon is
filled with sand.

SHAPIRO
Rand?

Rand is facing away from the ship.

SHAPIRO
The beacon wasn't broken.

Rand turns his head to the ship.
Shapiro climbs out.

SHAPIRO
It had some sand in it, and the
warbler was cracked, but there must
have been sixty of those in Grimes's
odds-and-ends box.

Rand stares off, vacantly.

SHAPIRO
I don't know how the sand got in
there.
RAND
Oh, sand spreads. Gets into
everything. Beach sand is very...
ubiquitous.
SHAPIRO
But it didn't hurt it any. The
emergency power is ticking over so I
plugged the beacon into it.
RAND
No one's going to come. Not even the
Beach Boys. The Beach Boys have all
been dead for eight thousand years.
Welcome to Surf City, Bill. Surf City sans
surf.

After the crash - Shapiro and Rand (Rand's decent into madness: thirst)

EXT. ASN/29 - DAY
Rand is sitting up, staring into space.
Shapiro approaches Rand with a flask.

SHAPIRO
Here.

Shapiro presents Rand with the flask.

SHAPIRO
Don't worry, it's purified.

Rand continues to stare vacantly off.

SHAPIRO
Come on! Take it! You need it!

Rand slaps the flask out of Shapiro's hand (still staring
into space).
The flask falls to the sand with water dripping out of it.
Shapiro quickly snatches it up.

SHAPIRO
Look! Just hold it!

Shapiro forces the flask into Rand's hand. It stays there.

SHAPIRO
Alright. Good. Now, just drink...

Shapiro makes a drinking gesture to show Rand.
Rand raises the flask.

SHAPIRO
Good. Now drink.

Rand turns the flask upside down: the water pours out.
Shapiro rips the flask out of Rand's hand.

SHAPIRO
What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Rand doesn't respond.

SHAPIRO
Is it shock? ...Dammit. You know, if
you need me to give you a pill, or a
shot, I can do that. This isn't
good.

Rand turns his attention to Shapiro.

RAND
Wanna make a sand castle?

Shapiro gets up.

SHAPIRO
Okay. I'm going to get a needle and
an amp of Yellowjack. If you're
going to act like a fucking
dronehead, I'll treat you like one.

Shapiro goes to leave.

RAND
Billy.

Shapiro stops and looks back.

RAND
If you try to inject me, you better
be real quiet when you sneak up on
me. Otherwise, I'll break your arm.