The Pixie Detective: Opener
FADE IN:
EXT. ABANDONED SHIPYARD - DAY
Broken down boats of various size and makes sway up to the
water's edge, rocking against the reeds at the edge of the
bay's channel.
Overgrown shrubs and reeds sprout up, dotting the football
field size yard.
Old dilapidated warehouses sit lopsided on a badly aging
boardwalk type DOCK.
DOCK
Small box like SHACK once used as an office, stands in front
of the warehouses to the edge of the dock. Reeds shoot up
tall enough to reach and partially hide the shack's front
entrance.
BARBED WIRE FENCE
In the near distance, beyond the tall barbed wire chain link
fence that surrounds the shipyard, a small RANCHER sits alone
in the wide open meadowland.
INT. SHACK - CONTINUOUS
Two men sit talking at an uncovered dusty wood table. One of
the men, the BOSS (40's) sloppy, heavy set, stubble faced, a
man without the slightest notion of morality, chumps on a
stubby cigar.
The other man, TIGGY (30's) skinny, scrubby face, looks
easily intimidated by men like the Boss, but a bully around
the weak, wears unkept, filthy clothes.
The two men play a game of cards and garble about something
that can't quite be understood and filters down to,
EXT. BENEATH DOCK, UNDER SHACK - CONTINUOUS
A little pixie girl, CAITLYN (7) tomboy, wears shorts and
summer shirt, listens to the men in the shack. Caitlyn
clutches a Sherlock Holmes size detectives magnifying glass,
and wears a Sherlock Holmes hat that nearly covers her head.
A large sleek black cat, MISS BLACKY, sits along side
Caitlyn. The cat watches Caitlyn with curious amusement.
The male voices from above, now audible, filter down under
the dock.
TIGGY (O.S.)
Hey Boss. When those Asian girls
gonna get here?
BOSS (O.S.)
Soon Tiggy. Just hold your pants.
You get any skinnier, I'll have to
tie them up with a rope.
Tiggy gives out a retarded laugh.
TIGGY (O.S.)
How much we gettin for them young
girls des time.
Caitlyn looks through her magnifying glass up at the rafters
of the dock. Miss Blacky meows.
CAITLYN
Quiet Miss Blacky.
The voices stop dead from above.
SUDDENLY
TIGGY (O.S.)
What was that Boss?
Chair legs scrapping over wood, CREAKS down below.
Caitlyn scurries to the opposite end of the dock. Miss Blacky
trots right on her heels.
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Sleigh Ride of the Red Missile: Opener
FADE IN:
EXT. NEW YORK CITY - DAY
The four lane main street runs through a bustling upper class
commercial district. Bumper to bumper vehicles jam the
street. Aggressive honking horns pierce the icy air.
Streams of despondent faced pedestrians pack the
intersections, impatiently waiting to cross the street.
A slender Santa Claus stands in the midst of a sea of
humanity, shaking a bell next to a red pot hanging from two
upright poles. Occasional by-passers toss coins in the pot.
Santa nods a thank you.
EXT. NEW YORK SUBURB - DAY
Clean paved street. Well manicured yards. Front shrubs
decorated with colored light bulbs not lit. Doors covered
with sheets of Christmas images.
A two and a half story COLONIAL HOUSE sits 30 feet back from
the street. Poster of Snoopy the cartoon character wearing a
Christmas cap covers the front entrance door.
INT. COLONIAL HOUSE/ MANORING HOME - CONTINUOUS
Modern spacious sparkling kitchen well equipped with the
latest household appliances.
A large calender hangs from the wall near the refrigerator.
It reads DECEMBER. All the numbered days are xed out up to
but not the 23rd. That's today.
CAROL MANORING (30's) slender, stylish, pleasant woman
prepares breakfast over the stove.
CINDY MANORING (15) vogue fashionable girl moseys in from
another room. She rubs sleepiness out of her eyes. Cindy
takes a seat at the table.
KARL MANORING (30's) lanky clean cut man dressed in suit and
tie lumbers in. Karl Kisses Carol on the neck. He takes a
seat at the table.
GRANDMA MANORING (70's) loving doting old fashioned gray hair
grandmother, follows with walking cane ahead of, NATALIA (7)
pixie Russian girl with large dark eyes. Grandma and Natalia
take seats at the table.
Cindy eyes Natalia discontent.
Karl stares at Cindy.
KARL MANORING
Still not talking to us?
CINDY MANORING
Your just so not understanding.
Carol places a dish in front of Cindy.
CAROL MANORING
Honey. We discussed the conditions.
CINDY MANORING
It's not fair.
KARL MANORING
We could understand your grades
dropping in spite of an effort.
CINDY MANORING
So like, I'm not getting it.
KARL MANORING
Maybe. Maybe not.
CINDY MANORING
Oh great.
Cindy stands up and strolls to the doorway.
Carol places a dish in front of Karl. She stares at Cindy's
plate, then at Cindy.
CAROL MANORING
What about breakfast?
CINDY MANORING (O.S.)
Not hungry.
Grandma Manoring gazes at Cindy with a pleasing smile.
GRANDMA MANORING
Remember Church tonight Cindy.
CINDY MANORING
I don't have time Grandmom.
Cindy points to Natalia sarcastic.
CINDY MANORING (cont'd)
Why don't you take mom and dad's
new daughter?
Karl shoots Cindy a disappointed stare.
KARL MANORING
There's no need for that.
Cindy tramps through the doorway and out of sight.
EXT. REMOTE RUSSIAN SIBERIA - DAY
The landscape buried under a solid layer of snow. Rail tracks
stretch west to east for eternity in a desert of white.
A steaming locomotive charges by. Bold Cyrillic letters on
one of the box cars reads, TRANS SIBERIAN
The tricolored Russian flag flaps wildly from the side of the
front engine. A faded emblem of the old Soviet Union painted
on another box car.
EXT. SIBERIA, FENCED COMPOUND GATES - CONTINUOUS
Square brick dwelling sits adjacent to flying saucer sized
CIRCULAR DISKS indented in the ground inside the compound.
SUDDENLY
One of the disk automatically slides open. A powerful stream
of smoke and fire jetties out of the hole in the ground. A
mammoth red tipped cone propels out of the hole, attached to
a long circular ICBM (Intercontinental Ballistic Missile)
Cyrillic letters, CCCP emblazoned on the base of the ICBM.
The ICBM hurdles straight up clearing the compound and into
the sky. It charges through cloud cover and out of sight.
Lair of the Red Wolves: Opener
Lair of the Red Wolves
FADE IN:
EXT. SIBERIAN MARSHLAND - LATE DAY
Haunting overcast sky over a still eerie landscape. Dog's
BARK breaks dead silence.
A beaten man staggers into view. By the gruesome scars
covering his face, an age can't be determined.
Husky German Sheppard snips at the staggering man's heels,
driving him forward. Three tall broad men trail behind.
The trailing men are dressed in long grey coats draped to the
ankles, exposing black jack boots. A fourth equally big man
trails behind the three.
They appear to be Russian officers, in fact they are Soviet.
Their officer's cap reveal the insignia of the Hammer,
Sickle, and red star.
The officer's large emblazoned arm patches expose a big RED
WOLF HEAD. Below that, the notorious symbol of the KGB.
The staggering man falls to the icy ground exhausted. The
Sheppard snaps his large canines at him.
One of the officers, YURI CARGANOV (30's) tall broad
shoulders, gently lifts the fallen man to his feet. The other
officers shoot Yuri a cold unforgiving stare.
A lumbering WOOD POLE juts 6 foot out of the marsh just
ahead.
The trailing fourth man, commanding Officer VICTOR SHEENIN
(40's) a lumbering, hawking man, motions to the others.
SHEENIN
(In Russian)
Tie him!
Two of the officers hand their dog leaches to Yuri Carganov.
The beaten man slumps to his knees. The two officers pull the
man back up. One officer holds him to the pole, the other
officer wraps a rope around the beaten man, securing him to
the pole.
Sheenin stares into the horizon with anticipation. He turns,
grim faced, to the others.
SHEENIN (CONT'D)
(In Russian)
Hurry! Lets go!
The men tug on the dog's collars. For unknown reason, the
dogs whimper, sensing great fear. The officers track back in
the direction they came from.
THE DISTANCE
Dark swarm approaches. Large Siberian mosquitoes. The swarm
heads to the man tied to the pole and engulfs him.
The five officers track farther in the opposite direction.
The horrified scream of the man tied to the pole echoes
through the frosty air.
Sheenin's eyes focus to the path ahead. He shows no mercy for
the piercing cries.
Yuri glances uneasy over to his right side and stares at,
CONCRETE MARKER
Partly buried in the marsh. The concrete marker inscribed
with large Cyrillic letters, C.C.C.P, a few unreadable
Cyrillic words under it.
EXT. RED WOLVES COMPOUND - LATER
Darkness falls. The officers stand before giant iron gates of
an enormous compound. On the gates, a rusting metal sign,
reads in Cyrillic letters, THE RED WOLVES - SIBERIAN COLONY -
CCCP 1955.
EXT. SIBERIAN MARSHLAND - NEXT DAY
Bright overcast sky. An eerie stillness.
THE WOOD POLE
An edgy pack of large gray wolves scatter in fear of
something approaching.
Two German Sheppards bark into view trailed by Sheenin and
two other officers. Sheenin studies the pole.
A motionless bloody human carcass held loose by the rope tied
to the pole. The flesh eaten away. Parts of the body gnawed,
no doubt by the wolves.
Sheenin with a stone cold stare, motions to the others.
SHEENIN
(In Russian)
Untie him.
The two officers approach the pole apprehensively. They
release the rope's knot. The body slumps hard to the ground.
One officer grabs the mutilated body by a strip of clothing
still attached and drags the body off to the side.
Sheenin watches unflinching.
SHEENIN (CONT'D)
(Russian/ subtitles)
He will be devoured by tomorrow.
Sheenin turns about face and marches back. The other two
officers trail behind. One of the officers pulls his gray
coat collar tighter and peers into the sky.
The sky grows hauntingly dark.
INT. COMPOUND, SHEENIN'S OFFICE - NIGHT
A small room lined with bark walls. Two framed posters of
LENIN and STALIN hang high on the wall.
A potbelly stove sits in the corner.
Yuri Carganov stands tall and straight facing,
Victor Sheenin stares stone cold at Yuri. Sheenin is
determined to break Yuri's resolve.
Another officer stands adjacent. He's a huge towering statue
of a man. He stares ahead unflinching, unemotional.
Yuri Carganov and Sheenin speak Russian/subtitles.
SHEENIN
Forget your humanity here comrade
Carganov. Goodness and mercy is a
matter of interpretation.
Yuri eyes Sheenin's oak desk just behind the two men.
An OLD BOOK lays in the open on the desk. A PENTACLE
imprinted on the cover. A large DAGGER lays next to the book.
Four stones attached to the dagger's handle. CRYPTIC letters
engraved on the handle.
Yuri's glance returns to Sheenin.
YURI CARGANOV
You don't believe in the Church.
But you do believe in something
other than our Soviet State.
SHEENIN
The Church is dead. There are
greater powers among us.
Yuri's eyes flick back to the objects on the desk than back
to Sheenin.
YURI CARGANOV
The future will have no need for
colonies such as this one. Our
society will progress to higher
standards.
SHEENIN
How naive you are. There will
always be the need for THIS colony
as long as enemies threaten our
existence.
Yuri has heard enough. He clicks his heels, nods to Sheenin,
turns and marches out of the room.
Sheenin eyes Yuri with intense suspicion.
FADE TO:
INT. MODERN AMERICAN CLASSROOM - PRESENT DAY
A large flag of the USA boldly drapes the side wall.