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Title: You Little Fool

Series: Chronicle

Writer: P E Leody

SYNOPIS:

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A space station looking like a child's jack. In order to not give away the reveal it is not seen again in full until the end.

Caption: FINEART HAS LONG TAKEN A BACK SEAT TO THE SCIENCES. A LOTTERY GRANT COULD SECURE A SPACE STATION BUT NOT A NEW GALLERY.

The crew in a 'right stuff pose'

Caption: SO A BUNCH OF BOHEMIANS TOOK UP THE OFFER. COMPRISING SATE, PAINTER, TILER, CULP, WITH CURACO AND HER CAT

A view of DNA storage banks with a few object d'art lying around

Caption: HAVING SOLD PRESTIGE WORKS OF ART FOR FUNDING, THEY ACQUIRED DNA FROM THE CLASSICS AND THEIR FELLOWS.

The inside of the station being battered

Caption: THEY LAUNCHED AND HOPED TO SLEPT UNTIL SCIENCE WAS OVERTHROWN.

Sfx: KABOOM! KERTRASH!

COMPUTER: ALERT- CREW REVIVAL TO SECURE PAYLOAD

The crew awakened from their travel chambers. Curaco is absent, Culp is already up with a clipboard

CULP: COME ON, WET THOSE PASTELS, WE'RE UNDER SOME KIND OF ATTACK AND THE CURACO'S MISSING

SATE: IS THE LATE MACHINE WARMED UP?

ART: DO YOU WANT THIS ATTACK IMMORTALISED IN OILS

TILER: I THOUGHT WE'D ESCAPED FROM THE AUTHORITARIAN REGIME

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Sate is leaning over a crushed Curaco.

SATE: SCRATCH THE CURACO. THE ONLY VIEWING SHE'LL GET IS IN AN OPEN CASKET.

The remaining four have assembled around a table to discuss actions

CULP: SINCE CULPURE IS A SENIOR ART I'LL TAKE THE EASEL. ART YOU CHECK THE MECHANICS, TILER THE DNA BANKS AND SATE ATTEND TO THE LATES

Painter surveys the engines

ART: BAD NEWS CULP, THESE ENGINES HAVEN'T BEEN PAINTED IN CENTURIES AND I'M COMPLETELY OUT OF BURNT OCHRE.

DNA bank wreckage is strewn across a large area

TILER: ALL THE DNA NEEDS REPACKING, THE MOCK TURTLE SKIN CASES HAVE FADED, AND THE CARPET NEEDS REPLACING. SHOULD HAVE GONE WITH LINOLEUM.

Sate delivers the coffee to the action table to the musing Culp

SATE: LATE SHE SAID, NOT AFTER A MID MORNING FRAPPE I RETORTED

CULP: REFORM FOR A COMFORT BREAK

ART: WE'VE GOT CUSTOMERS

Staring out of a porthole a planet like sphere rushing past to the left

CULP: THEY'RE NOT STOPPING. TRAVELLING FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND STILL NO ONE HAS TIME FOR ART

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Staring out of a porthole a planet like sphere rushing past to the right

SATE: METHINKS THEY HAVE SEEN THE ERRORS OF THERE WAYS

TILER: WHAT A GREAT FORMATION OF CRATERS

ART: EVEN WITHOUT MY CAMERA OBSCURA I CAN TELL THE SIZE IS INCREASING TOWARDS US

A massive collision sends the four reeling.

SHIPSCAT: NOSTRADAMUS COULD HAVE SEEN THAT COMING

Sate stands over a bent and broken Art.

SATE: ART IS GONE, AND SUCH AN INTERESTING POSE, HE'D BE PROUD

A huge announcement

COMPUTER: COMFORT CURFEW INTRODUCED ALL MEMBERS COLLECT THEIR VALUABLES AND RETURN TO THEIR CHAMBERS

Culp is off loading what remains of the DNA samples into a knapsack held by the Tiler

CULP: IMPRESSIONISTS CHECK, CUBISTS CHECK. WE'LL LEAVE THOSE POP ART NO GOODERS

TILER: I MADE THIS FROM THE CURACO'S SKIRT, AND EDGED IT WITH HER TITANIUM BEADS

Sate in the arms room loading up weapons into knapsack

CULP: WE MAY BE A PACIFISTS COMMITTEE BUT AN ARMS RACE IS THE BEST FOR PRODUCING TOPICAL MATERIAL

Locked up in their chambers the place is being rattled by bombarded

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Tiler sitting up in her chamber with a computer screen

COMPUTER: LANDING SAFELY ACHIEVED

TILER: WAKEY WAKEY LETS START ASSEMBLING A NEW COLLECTION

The three each with a back pack start to abandon the craft

CULP: I'LL THE FIRST TO EXHIBIT IN ALIEN STONE

SATE: I'LL BE THE FIRST TO CAPTURE THEIR VOCAL NUANCES

TILER: I BET THEIR HOMES NEED REDESIGN FROM SCRATCH

A massive shock wave squeezes Sate tall and thin to his death. Culp and Tiler are marooned either size

Caption: DELAYED SHOCKWAVE

SATE: OH ERR!

CULP: THE BREATH IS SQUEEZED OUT OF HIM

TILER: AND HE STILL MANAGED A REGIONAL ACCENT, ADMIRABLE

The remaining 2 walk with backpacks through the station to the exit, The cat has joined them.

CULP: THIS WOULD NEVER HAVE WORKED AS AN EXHIBITION CENTRE

TILER: THOSE HALOGEN LIGHTS ARE SO WHITE WE NEED MORE CHROMATICS, EVEN IF WE HAVE TO GO BACK TO LIMELIGHT.

Secondary shock wave

Caption: SECONDARY SHOCK WAVE

CULP: WHY DOES ART HAVE TO SUFFER TO BE SO APPRECIATED

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The shock wave has cleared and there has been no ill effects. They are by the exit door.

TILER: WE SURVIVED WHAT LUCK

CULP: NOT LUCK, THIS IS DESTINY, A PLACE WHERE ART HAS MEANING

An exterior shot of the exit door of the station with Tiler being blown out into oblivion. Culp is safe inside

Sfx: PLOP!

CULP: BEAUTIFUL CONTRAST YOU'RE GETTING AGAINST THE SKYLINE

Culp climbs down a chain to the ground and the catwalks down it.

CULP: I'M GLAD I DIDN'T TAKE THE SACK WITH THE MODERN ARTS NOW, THE CLASSICS WILL ALWAYS BE CLASSICS

The chain snaps and Culp falls to his death

CULP: WHAT IS THIS A PLANET RUN BY CRITICS?

The cat lands on it's feet, whilst Culp is heaped so way off

SHIPSCAT: 9 OUT OF 10 JUDGES GIVE A PURRFECT 10 FOR THAT LANDING

The cat walks off on 2 legs with Culp's back pack

SHIPSCAT: I DON'T LIKE ART BUT ARTS NEED MUSES, AND AS MUSES WE CATS HAVE INSPIRED SINCE THE DAWN OF BIPEDS

A circular box out of the crashed space station and the very small figure of a cat walking away from it. This is a detailed shot of a portion of the next frame

Two kids playing jacks one of the jacks is the space station

KID: GOT IT, SO NOW WE'RE BOTH ON THRESSESY

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