Heavy Metal Page #9

EDSEL:

(to Zeke)

You okay to land this thing?

ZEKE:

No problem, man.

CUT TO:

MOTHERSHIP'S LANDING AREA

Huge red arrows point the way through the ten-mile wide

landing area as the round spaceship glides in.

EDSEL:

(V.O.)

I think you're goin' a little high,

man.

ZEKE:

(V.O.)

It's okay, man. If there's one

thing I know, it's how to drive

when I'm stoned. It's like, you

know your perspective's f***ed,

so you just gotta let your hands

work the controls as if you're

straight.

The round ship rams directly into a wall, and crashes down,

skidding to a stop in front of the loading bay.

EDSEL:

(V.O.)

Oh, wow, good landing, man.

ZEKE:

(V.O.)

Thanks.

CUT TO:

INSIDE SPACECRAFT - ENTRANCE HATCH

ZEKE and EDSEL press a button to open the hatch doors.

As the door opens we see two metallic Regolian guards

waiting on the other side. Between them stands a small,

shabbily-dressed humanoid with a crooked jaw and

cauliflower ears. This is HANOVER FISTE.

REGOLIAN GUARD:

(to Zeke and Edsel)

This man is to be delivered to the,

clik, Interplanetary Tribunal, Courtroom

#3, clik, Galaxy versus Lincoln Sternn.

Thenk yew. Clik.

The guards wheel away.

FISTE:

(meekly)

Ah, hello.

CUT TO:

CORRIDOR IN SPACESHIP

ZEKE and EDSEL escort FISTE down the corridor.

EDSEL:

(to Fiste)

Umm, you're gonna testify at

Sternn's trial?

FISTE nods.

ZEKE:

They gotta give him at least, like,

life.

FISTE:

Lincoln Sternn is a kind and honourable

man.

(camera pulls close to Fiste's face)

He will be freed.

CUT TO:

SPACE - LATER

As the round spaceship journeys through space it passes through

a fantastic space-scape of disembodied rock statues, and past

a magnificent graffiti-covered robot chained to an asteroid.

EDSEL:

(V.O.)

Y'know, I wish they'd clean this place

up, man.

ZEKE:

(V.O.)

Yeah. It's like pig city out here.

EDSEL:

(V.O.)

Yeah.

CUT TO:

ROBOT'S BEDROOM

GLORIA is getting dressed as the ROBOT re-charges his energy-

paks.

ROBOT:

... but I don't understand. We

laugh together. We care for each

other. We have highly proficient

sex. Why can't we get married?

GLORIA:

Look, we're different, okay? Let's

leave it at that.

CUT TO:

CONTROL ROOM:

The hatch opens, and GLORIA and the ROBOT walk through,

still talking.

GLORIA:

... but mixed marriages just don't

work. What if you get tired of me

and run off with a vibrator or

something?

As they move through the room, and out the other side, they

pass FISTE, who is sitting quietly near the receiving jar,

hands folded. Looking around, FISTE notices a green glow

coming from the bottom of the jar. He gets up, quietly opens

the jar, and pokes through the scrap robot parts.

Finding the small green ball in ANRAK'S head, he pulls it

out and looks at it.

CUT TO:

CONTROL CONSOLE:

ZEKE and EDSEL are sitting at the controls, driving carefully.

FISTE, carrying the green ball, comes up and sits down beside

them.

ZEKE:

There it is, man. I'm gonna hang

a louie here.

EDSEL:

(to Fiste)

Yeah, well it won't be long now. Are

you sure you're gonna testify for Sternn.

FISTE says nothing. He just clutches the green ball and stares

into space.

ZEKE and EDSEL look at each other and shrug.

CUT TO:

OUTSIDE THE SPACESHIP

An enormous, brightly-lit, multi-level space station/courthouse

floats into view, completely filling the screen. ZEKE and

EDSEL'S round spaceship is just a speck as it enters the frame,

approaching the mammoth structure.

CUT TO:

SPACE-STATION LANDING DOCK

The ship locks into the dock, and the exit hatch opens.

GLORIA and the ROBOT come through first, ahead of ZEKE, EDSEL,

and FISTE.

GLORIA:

... alright, alright. I'll marry

you - but on one condition ... I

want a Jewish wedding.

ROBOT:

A Jewish wedding!?!!! But this is

space. 95% of the population are

robots.

GLORIA:

Well, find me a robot-rabbi!

ROBOT:

Okay, okay!

EDSEL:

I give them six months, man.

ZEKE:

He doesn't even look Jewish!

GLORIA and the ROBOT disappear around a corner as ZEKE and EDSEL

escort FISTE through the hatch. FISTE is carrying the small

green ball.

As they lead FISTE away, the camera pulls back, out through

a space-port, and moves along the outside of the slowly

rotating space-station. At the top, the camera zooms down

through a massive glass-domed ceiling and into a huge

inter-galactic courtroom.

Voices echo below us.

PROSECUTOR:

Are you Captain Lincoln F. Sternn?

STERNN:

I am.

As we move down, we see square-jawed CAPTAIN STERNN, his

shifty-eyed lawyer, and the cold Prosecutor all standing

before the Judge.

STERNN is smirking confidently as the Prosecutor reads from

a long page of charges.

PROSECUTOR:

Lincoln Sternn - you stand here

accused of twelve counts of murder

in the first degree ... fourteen

counts of armed theft of Federation

property ...

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