Once Upon A Time Pilot

Season #1 Episode #1

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1/28/11

ONCE UPON A TIME

"Pilot"

by

Edward Kitsis & Adam Horowitz

ONCE UPON A TIME “Pilot”

By

Edward Kitsis & Adam Horowitz

ACT ONE:

OVER BLACK. We hear the sound of HEAVY BREATHING and GALLOPING. FADE UP ON --

EXT. COUNTRY SIDE - MAGIC HOUR - FAIRY TALE LAND

A bucolic countryside. The sun is setting and casting a magical glow over this beautiful stretch of land. Peaceful. Idyllic. UNTIL --

A HORSE breaks into frame. On its back is a determined MAN. His dress and attire tell us we’re somewhere different. In a far off land. In another time. This is PRINCE CHARMING. And he’s in a f***ing hurry.

Charming pushes his horse hard, into the WOODS. He moves through the thick trees. Dodging branches. On a MISSION.

He reaches a clearing and skids to a halt. As he dismounts --

SAD VOICE (O.S.) You’re too late.

The Prince strides toward the voice. And we REVEAL -- a DWARF. This is DOC. And yeah -- we’re in the midst of a tale we ALL know. Charming shakes his head at Doc.

CHARMING It’s never too late.

He pushes through into the clearing and comes upon -- A GLASS COFFIN. Surrounding the coffin are the other SIX DWARVES. They slowly part, revealing... in the coffin...

SNOW WHITE. Beautiful. Dark haired. Eyes closed. Hands folded over her chest. DEAD. Charming’s eyes well up. He can’t believe it.

CHARMING No. No. NO!

He moves to the coffin’s side. Kneels down in front of it as the TEARS stream down his cheeks. We SIT ON HIM in his MOMENT of GRIEF. And then -- he barks at the dwarves --

CHARMING Open it.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

Doc gently places a hand on the Prince’s shoulder.

DOC:

There’s nothing you can do.

Charming fills with resolve.

CHARMING OPEN IT.

DOC:

I’m sorry... she’s gone.

Charming slowly unclenches his fists. Realizes he’s right. There’s no fighting this. Sadly, he looks at Doc.

CHARMING:

At least let me say goodbye.

Doc nods. Then slowly OPENS the glass case. Charming leans over and softly kisses Snow White’s lips.

A SHOCK OF ENERGY. He pulls back, startled. And now we witness pure unadulterated MAGIC as --

SNOW WHITE’S eyes flutter open. Yes folks, TRUE LOVE is showing its power. Snow smiles as she sits up, groggy, and sees her Prince.

SNOW You... you found me.

And now Charming’s tears move from grief to JOY.

CHARMING:

Did you ever doubt I would?

Snow looks around at her surroundings, smiles wryly.

SNOW:

Truthfully? The glass coffin gave

me pause.

CHARMING (smiles back)

Well you never have to worry. I will always find you.

BEAT. Snow White drinks this in. And more than anything else. She BELIEVES it. She stares into his eyes. Fully, deeply, in LOVE. Charming takes her hand, stands.

2.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

SNOW Do you promise?

NOW WE’RE SUPER TIGHT ON CHARMING’S FACE.

I do.

CHARMING:

PULL BACK. And suddenly we’re not in the forest anymore. Charming is making this proclamation SOMEWHERE ELSE --

INT. BALLROOM - CASTLE - EVENING - FAIRY TALE LAND

We’re inside a BALLROOM. Snow White wears a white gown. PULL BACK to see she’s standing opposite Charming, in formal attire. A BISHOP stands between them.

This is their wedding. Snow White smiles at his “I do.” We WIDEN FURTHER TO SEE we’re at the most lavish, opulent fairy tale wedding our budget will afford us. All the subjects of the kingdom are assembled.

BISHOP:

And do you, Snow White, promise to

take this man to be your husband and love him for all eternity?

SNOW I do.

BISHOP:

I now pronounce you man and wife.

The ORCHESTRA starts to play as the assembled crowd CHEERS.

BISHOP:

I believe you know what comes next.

They lean into one another for what promises to be the storybook kiss to end all storybook kisses. And, just as their lips are about to touch --

KERRRRRR-ACCCCCCCCK! THUNDER BOOMS! Charming and Snow freeze. Lips millimeters apart. The orchestra stops. Everyone turns to see --

LIGHTNING FLASH through the stain glassed windows. And then more THUNDER. And then the doors at the far end of the BALLROOM fly open. Entering, wearing a flowing black gown, is...

THE EVIL QUEEN. But this queen isn’t the hunched hag we remember from fairy tale lore.

3.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

She’s BEAUTIFUL -- yet still terrifying. She carries herself with casual menace as she strides up the aisle toward the dais. Those assembled GASP in fear, parting like the red sea, lest her gaze fall upon them.

QUEEN Sorry I’m late.

THREE of the PRINCE’S GUARDS rush at the Queen. She casually waves her hands at them, Jedi-style. And WHAM --

They’re THROWN up in the air and RIGHT THROUGH THE STAINED GLASS WINDOWS. The Queen keeps marching right up toward Charming and Snow. Doc turns in fear to his compatriots --

DOC:

It’s the Queen. Run!

Snow White’s face tightens. Fills with resolve.

SNOW:

She’s not a Queen anymore. She’s

nothing more than an evil witch!

Snow reaches for Charming’s belt and PULLS OUT HIS SWORD. Points it at the Queen and steps forward. Sh*t. This Snow White is a BAD ASS. But Charming BLOCKS her way.

CHARMING:

No. Don’t stoop to her level.

There’s no need. She’s powerless now.

Charming turns to face the Queen who stands at the base of the dais. Smiling malevolently up at them.

CHARMING:

I will not let you ruin this

wedding. You’re wasting your time, you’ve already lost.

The Queen speaks with a deceptively sweet tone.

QUEEN:

I’m not here to ruin anything. On

the contrary, dear... I’ve come to give you a gift.

SNOW:

We want nothing from you.

4.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

QUEEN:

But you shall have it. My gift to

you is this happy, happy day. Enjoy it. Because tomorrow is the beginning of the end.

More GUARDS rush in toward the Queen. She’s unaffected. Holds her ground as they surround her, swords drawn.

QUEEN:

For tomorrow my real work begins.

You’ve made your vows. Now I make mine.

(points right at them)

I shall destroy your happiness if it’s the last thing I do.

Charming’s had enough, he grabs the sword back from Snow. He HURLS it at the Queen. And just as it’s about to hit her --

PPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOF! A PUFF OF SMOKE ENVELOPS the Queen and she DISAPPEARS.

The SWORD SLAMS into the FLOOR, lodging itself in the wood. Vibrating back and forth as the smoke settles. Charming turns to his new bride, tries to calm Snow.

CHARMING It’s over. She’s gone.

He pulls her into an embrace. But Snow is not placated. All she can do is stare at the dissipating smoke, uneasy.

We HOLD ON this troubled tableaux. The horrific proclamation of the Queen hangs in the air as we FREEZE FRAME on a deeply disturbed SNOW WHITE. And SLOWLY the IMAGE MORPHS into a DRAWING. We realize we’re looking at --

INT. GREYHOUND BUS - BOSTON - NIGHT

A PICTURE. In a book. Intricately detailed on yellowed paper. This is an OLD BOOK. And this drawing is part of a STORY. OVER THIS we a HEAR MUFFLED VOICE ON A LOUDSPEAKER --

VOICE (O.S.)

Boston. South Station. Thank you

for riding Greyhound.

WIDEN TO SEE we’re inside a Greyhound bus arriving in the heart of the city. And holding this ANCIENT TOME?

5.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

A ten year old BOY. HENRY. Mop of blond hair. Sweet face. But a sparkle of mischief in him. He closes the book. Puts it in a backpack and exits the bus with the other passengers.

EXT. SOUTH STATION - NIGHT

Busy early evening pedestrian traffic moves to and fro as we STAY on HENRY, drinking in the big city sights. It’s a little seedy. Rough. But it doesn’t bother him. Behind him, an OLD WOMAN steps off the bus. She sees Henry all alone. Walks up, concerned.

OLD WOMAN Are you lost, honey?

Henry looks up at the kindly woman and smiles.

HENRY Oh no, I’m fine.

But the old woman isn’t so sure. She’s nervous for this kid.

OLD WOMAN:

You’re travelling alone? All the

way from Maine?

HENRY:

Do it all the time, was just

visiting my Grandma.

OLD WOMAN:

Are your parents here to pick you

up?

Henry looks around. Nods at a black TOWN CAR at the street exit. A DRIVER chats on his BLUE TOOTH in the front seat.

HENRY:

They’re off at one of their fancy

balls. They sent their driver. That’s Albert.

(yells out) Hey Albert!

(then to the woman)

Thanks for your concern, ma’am.

Henry heads toward the Town Car. The old lady shrugs and moves off.

STAY ON HENRY. He walks up to the Town Car. The driver keeps chatting on his blue tooth. Henry sneaks a look over his shoulder... the woman is gone... and then --

(CONTINUED)

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