Thor: Ragnarok Page #7

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Thor runs up a dune to get away from the shower of debris.

Thor reaches the top of the dune and finds himself looking

down on A BEACH in a strange WASTELAND. Camera scans a filthy

dune littered with SPACE JUNK.

Out across the OCEAN he notices A NIGHTMARE WORMHOLE - a

giant open cylinder of whirling smoke and lightning storms.

A loud noise draws Thor's attention to a HUGE RECTANGULAR

"SCRAPPER" SHIP hauling a crashed SPACE VESSEL out of the

water. Beneath the ship are various SCRAPPERS, masked

humanoids. The ship is BLASTING WEIRD ALIEN MUSIC.

A Scrapper notices Thor, then signals to his crew.

LEAD SCRAPPER:

Are you a fighter or are you food?

THOR:

I'm just passing through.

LEAD SCRAPPER:

It is food. On your knees.

Thor reaches out to summon Mjolnir. A reflex. Nothing.

The LEAD SCRAPPER levels a MAGNO-RIFLE at Thor and WHAP! A

solid metal projectile KNOCKS Thor flat on his back. More

Scrappers attack, throwing nets and firing more projectiles.

Thor tries to swat them away but they keep coming. The rest

of the scrappers move in with iron bats and clubs.

WHOOSH! A second ship arrives, landing nearby. It's cool,

sleek, and dangerous, deserving of its name: WARSONG. It is

also BLASTING DIFFERENT WEIRD ALIEN MUSIC.

The FRONT of Warsong FLIPS OPEN and a GANGPLANK extends down

to the ground. The scrappers stop and stare as we TRACK IN to

a HERO REVEAL of SCRAPPER #142 (S142 for short) - a beautiful

and ruthless asskicker.

S142 lifts a half-empty bottle to her lips and CHUGS it. She

finishes the bottle and smashes it on the side of her ship.

SCRAPPER #142

He's MINE.

She walks down the gangplank... before veering off course and

FALLING straight off into a pile of TRASH. She's PLASTERED.

The Scrappers shrug and start hauling Thor away.

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SCRAPPER #142 (CONT'D)

Wait!

S142 staggers to her feet, takes a deep breath. She holds on

to a piece of junk as support - some dead beast. Thor

continues to struggle with his captors, tangled in nets.

SCRAPPER #142 (CONT'D)

Wait! He's mine. So if you want

him, you go through me.

The Scrappers start brandishing their weapons.

SCRAPPER:

But we've already got him.

S142 CLANGS her metal gauntlets together which activate.

SCRAPPER #142

Alright then I guess I go through

you.

LEAD SCRAPPER:

More food.

She holds out her fists as if she's operating machinery...

...Warsong WHIRS to life. S142 clenches her fists and we hear

a horrible SCREECHING NOISE as Warsong OPENS FIRE.

She sweeps her arms out in an arc, the spray of gunfire

lasting THREE SECONDS. She bangs her fists again, sending the

ship into IDLE MODE. The Scrappers are now little more than

tiny pieces of litter covering the beach.

Thor is fixated on this beautiful murderer approaching. One

final HUGE Scrapper comes at her with a bat. S142 casually

GRABS this Scrapper and HURLS him up into the air behind her.

THOR:

Thank you.

From her belt S142 FLICKS a small glowing disc which LODGES

into Thor's NECK. Far in the background, the Scrapper she

threw finally HITS the ground with a loud THUD.

She holds up a fob device and presses the button - the disc

blinks and Thor is filled with the pain of a thousand

screaming squirrels. He hits the ground, stunned.

S142 DRAGS Thor towards her ship.

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30 INT. WARSONG SHIP - DAY 30

Thor's face SMUSHED up against glass. His eyes are open.

Thor's POV - THE CAPITAL - an eclectic city composed of

salvaged items from all over the universe.

Thor is lying in a sort of small GLASS HOLDING CELL beneath

Warsong's COCKPIT. He looks up to see S142 piloting the ship.

Thor's eyes lock in on her belt, specifically the fob device

she used to activate the Obedience Disk/debilitate him.

SCRAPPER #142

This is Scrapper 142. I need

clearance and an audience with the

boss. I've got something special.

THOR:

Hey! Where are you taking me?

S142 ignores him, takes a swig from the bottle, and then

nonchalantly UNCLIPS the fob from her belt.

THOR (CONT'D)

Answer me! Hey! I am Thor, son of

Odin. I need to get back to

Asgard.

SCRAPPER #142

Many apologies, your majesty.

S142 ZAPS him and guides her ship towards a COLOSSAL TOWER.

26 EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF ASGARD - DAY 26

CLOSE ON:
Hela, headdress retracted, hair down, her beautiful

face fully visible. We do not see who she is talking to.

HELA:

It's come to my attention that you

don't know who I am.

REVEAL THE ARMIES OF ASGARD FACING DOWN HELA.

Standing in front is HOGUN, sword and shield out.

HELA (CONT'D)

I am Hela, Odin's first born,

Commander of the legions of Asgard,

the rightful heir to the throne,

and the Goddess of Death.

(pause for effect)

(MORE)

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HELA (CONT'D)

My father is dead. As are the

princes. You're welcome.

(then:
)

We were once the seat of absolute

power in the Cosmos. Our supremacy

was unchallenged, yet Odin stopped

at Nine Realms. Our destiny is to

rule over all others. And I am

here to restore that power. Kneel

before me...and rise into the ranks

of my great conquest.

THE E-GUARDS GET INTO ATTACK FORMATION.

HOGUN:

Whoever you are... whatever you've

done, surrender now! Or we will

show you know mercy.

HELA:

Whoever I am? Did you listen to a

word I said?

HOGUN:

This is your last warning!

HELA:

I thought you'd be happy to see me.

Hela forms her headdress.

HELA (CONT'D)

Fine.

The Asgardian archers LOOSE DOZENS OF ARROWS, but-

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