The BulletProof Ghost TV Pilot Script!
So, I recently entered a Television Script contest on Screencraft.com. The goal was to write a script for the first episode of a TV show, which for the uninitiated is known as a Pilot. I converted a chunk of The BulletProof Ghost: Prototypes into a television script! This is still the second draft, so it might be a bit rough, but I thought there are those of you out there that might want to see what the project looks like at the moment, plus this is the version I submitted. The formatting didn't quite transfer over, so yeah.
The BulletProof Ghost (Pilot)
INT. BLACK SCREEN
The sound of labored breathing can be heard. The sound is distinct. That of a young teen. His voice is desperate and frightened. Wet squeaking sounds start to fade into the soundtrack. The sound of sneakers slipping on a wet locker room floor.
Help… Some… body
INT. DILBANE MIDDLE SCHOOL BOYS LOCKER ROOM - DAY
KYLE, 13, is struggling to stand up. KYLE, is small for his age. His skin is soaked with sweat and unnaturally pale due to blood loss. His hair, once stylishly spiked is matted with streak of red from rolling on the floor. The floor is wet with his blood and water from careless post-shower athletes. Leaning up against a bench made out of concrete rising from the floor of the locker room. His chest is bleeding profusely. Tears are streaming down his cheeks. Determination is still present in his expression.
CLOSE UP on KYLE’s eyes. He needs to accomplish something before he bleeds out onto in the floor.
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A bloody, large, sharp kitchen knife lies on the floor a few inches from KYLE’s leg.
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IRENE, 13, laughing outside in the sunlight. Crying in a car. Waving goodbye to him from in front of her house. This is all in KYLE’s head. His memories of her.
KYLE’s hand cups his chest wound as he finally finds the strength and balance to gain solid footing. KYLE starts taking one painful step after the other.
INT. DMS HALLWAY
KYLE is dripping blood all over the linoleum floors as he shuffles toward a pair of heavy gym doors. He looks back at the trail of fluid he’s left in his wake.
Shit… is all of that mine? I don’t have…
KYLE coughs several times, spatting blood into the air and on his hands. He looks at the red dripping from his fingertips
…much time left.
KYLE leans up against the gym door for a few seconds. He doesn’t have very much energy left. He strains as he forces the door open.
INT. DMS Gymnasium
IRENE is playing basketball with another group of girls. IRENE is the only black girl in a crowd of lighter skinned girls. IRENE is peppy, happy and fun loving. She is at least six inches taller than KYLE. IRENE turns her head to see a bloody, exhausted KYLE walking into the room. He smiles for a moment before his eyes roll into the back of his head. IRENE’s fun loving attitude fades away into terror.
Kyle? Kyle! No!
IRENE sprints with everything she has and drops violently to the floor to help her friend. KYLE is emptying out onto the floor at this point. A pool of blood starts to spread with KYLE at the center.
Oh no… nononono…
KYLE’s eyes are unfocused. Starting at the ceiling. IRENE is trying to put pressure on the wound, covering herself in blood. Her gym clothes are splattered with crimson red. IRENE turns to see her classmates and the teacher staring shocked. Frozen in place.
Someone, one… all of you, get a fucking ambulance, you morons! Goddamnit.
IRENE was sobbing with every word. A bloody hand touched the side of her face. KYLE looked up at her. He focused on her.
IRENE grabbed his hand against the side of her face.
It’s going… it’s going to be fine. We’ll just…
The pool of blood under KYLE spread under IRENE’s knee. She couldn’t lie to him anymore.
I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you cry. I just wanted to see you one last time.
KYLE tried to hug IRENE, but seemed too weak. She pulled him up to her the rest of the way and embraced him.
I wanted to be with you when the end came…
KYLE’s eyes go blank. IRENE keeps hugging him as she rocks back and forth.
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INT. WILLIAM’s FORTRESS, FOREST ENVIROOM - DAY
KYLE(PROTOTYPE 005, THE BULLETPROOF GHOST), 17, is blocking various kinetic blade attacks from a SYNTH. The blade sticking out of his left arm is solid and sharp, but has a florescent blue glow, as does various parts of his armor. Specifically his eye lens that make him look particularly foreboding. KYLE is five feet five inches tall, he is an adult, albeit a short one.
KYLE is dawning a completely contained armor that reveals no skin. It is light grey with blue light emanating from multiple points including a field being emitting from the bottoms of his feet.
The SYNTH is gangly and cold. Its movements are quick and precise. The dimensions of the machine allow the viewer to immediately understand that this thing cannot be human. The SYNTH has blue kinetic blades jutting out of its elbows as opposed to KYLE’s single left arm blade. The SYNTH has a single red eye at the center of its head. (Visual aids for both Cyber-KYLE and the SYNTH included).
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WILLIAM is watching the battle from a safe distance. His hand clasped behind his back. Following the fight with his jet black eyes. He is calm and collected. His outfit seems to have influences from multiple cultures, and yet maybe no influence at all. WILLIAM says nothing as he observes the result of this test.
The environment is forest like, but the viewer can see that the forest has an edge. That edge connects with a silver metal wall. The wall has moss and vegetation growing on it, but the growth stops about ten feet off of the ground. The ceiling of the room it multiple stories off of the ground. The reason for this becomes apparent as the two dueling figures begin to take flight.
KYLE is losing this melee battle. The SYNTH’s blades swipe across KYLE’s defensive stance. A few impacts are on his kinetic blade, but the SYNTH breaks through and cuts KYLE’s chest armor a few times. A spurt of blood oozes down the chest-plate.
KYLE soars into the air, using his kinetic boosters. A distinct sound can be heard emanated from the increased energy output. A high pitched pulse. KYLE is facing away from the SYNTH as he picks up speed.
I’m not letting this thing kill me. I’m…
KYLE turns his head, still in motion.
…not going to die again.
KYLE stops in mid flight to attack the metallic fiend. A portion of his left arm pushes out of the right side of his forearm. A hole pointing toward his fist, emanates an orange light. A small ball of light jumps from his arm blaster. It lands in the center of the chest of the SYNTH. A large explosion send the robot back into the ground. A plume of dirt and dust is thrown into the air.
KYLE lands on the soft ground, trying to scan for his enemy. KYLE’s chest wound from before is in view. Where a cut on his skin was seen before, open and bleeding, is now closed. Fully healed..
He put his hand on a tree next him. The viewer is now seeing the world through KYLE’s eyes. He switches between multiple types of vision states. Thermal, radiation, motion, radar. KYLE sees an indication light up red and point to his right.
The SYNTH’s elbow blades cut cleanly through the tree KYLE’s hand had rested. The wooden mass fell down as KYLE and the SYNTH resume their battle.
KYLE tried to boost just above the ground. He fired blue energy blasts at the robot, but it merely dodges them, one at a time. The SYNTH has its own blasters in its palms. The SYNTH fires red blasts at KYLE’s chest. KYLE dodges a few of them, but one impacts on his left shoulder. The blast seemed to melt partially through the metal instead of exploding, like the orange one. KYLE’s arm blaster is retracted at this point.
The SYNTH closed the gap as KYLE reacted to his damaged shoulder. KYLE swung his right foot, swiftly knocking the machine off balance. The SYNTH took the force and returned with its own kick, shattering one of KYLE’s eye lens. KYLE’s white pupil can be seen through the hole. His look was full of desperation, but also burning determination. It doesn’t hesitate with its next attack.
The kick KYLE had landed seemed to have knocked a plate off of the side of the SYNTH’s head. Circuitry and lights can be seen working through the damage.
KYLE grabs the SYNTH’s arm as it tries to swipe its elbow blade across his neck. The SYNTH has a tight grip on KYLE’s left wrist, preventing him from doing his own slicing. They seem to be at a stalemate.
The single red eye at the center of the SYNTH’s head starts to glow. KYLE’s voice seems disappointed and scared at the same time.
A thin red laser instantly hits KYLE’s mask. It sustains the beam without any break in burning his armor. KYLE seems to have trouble getting out of the stalemate. The two swing around in circles a couple of times, but they end up in the same situation. The laser is moving toward KYLE’s broken eye lens. KYLE’s expression turns to fright.
KYLE starts to angle his blade toward the laser. He angles his head a different direction as the laser rakes across his helmet, leaving black burn marks, but narrowly missing his exposed eye. The viewer should understand that the laser piercing his eye would disable or kill him.
KYLE jerks his arm up at the last second as the laser burns his cheek near his eye, but it intercepted by his kinetic blade. The laser splits into a dozen beams, one of which is sent right back into the SYNTH’s eye.
KYLE rushes toward the disoriented the robot, sliding his kinetic blade through its neck.
KYLE impales the SYNTH’s falling head with his blade, but powers the blade down the moment it pierces its cranium. The no longer glowing blade is raised up. KYLE looks over to WILLIAM while he spins the head around on his blade.
So, Creator William, how did I do?
WILLIAM looks unamused. He pulls a few strands of long hair away from his face.
Better than the others, Prototype Five.
Close up on WILLIAM’s black eyes. They are full of intense thought.
The others failed.
INT. HALLWAY IN WILLIAM’s FORTRESS
The hallway is cold and silver. There is an interesting design ingrained into the metal, almost like a language. White conduits of energy are pulsating in the direction the two figures are walking.
KYLE and WILLIAM are calmly walking through the hallway. WILLIAM’s hands are behind his back, while KYLE is jumping into the air and hovering for a second or two.
WILLIAM is looking irritated every time KYLE lands with a thud.
Your gifts are not toys. Stop messing around.
KYLE lands for a final time. His one eye’s expression shows some embarrassment.
Sorry. Um… where are we going?
To your final trial. For today anyway.
KYLE looks at his left hand. His cybernetic hand. He moves his fingers around a bit. Using this hand, KYLE grabs the gauntlet on his right arm. The metal mesh attached to his gauntlet and shoulder recede (molecular compression) into the gauntlet and shoulder armor respectively.
KYLE’s right hand is human under all of the metal. His hand and arm are pure white, not just pale, but inhumanely sheet white. It is the hand of an adult, not a teenage boy.
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KYLE is seen as a boy in a tank full of green water. He has a breathing apparatus. Then in stages with in a few seconds, KYLE goes from being 13 to being in his early 20s.
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KYLE looking at his hand from the scene before.
…I had my aging sped up when you brought me here?
WILLIAM looks annoyed.
We went through this already.
You quickly went through the generalities of me being… altered. I’m curious about the specifics.
WILLIAM stops walking. He faces KYLE, towering over him at over six and a half feet.
I brought you here three point five years ago. I used a process, mostly using a type of nano-technology, to increase your physical age twelve years in a span of two and a half years. The various cybernetics in your body took another year to install. There were many periods of resting and healing. Even with your healing nanites…
WILLIAM points at the cut in KYLE’s chest armor as well as the former wound under the opening.
…that process required various stages and time. Then after it was all finished, I ended your sedation. You awoke.
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A flash of KYLE with no armor waking up with his cybernetic arm, midsection and other implants. His hair is pure white, like his skin. Its cut short and still has a little spikiness to it without any sort of product. This scene can have a slightly different tint to it to keep continuity easier to understand.
KYLE looks distressed as WILLIAM talks to him in the quick flashback. We don’t hear any dialogue. A tear rolled down KYLE’s cheek.
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WILLIAM and KYLE in the present conversing.
Oh, I also inquired whether or not you could complete your final ultimate test.
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KYLE in no armor, in the room he awoke in (flashback tint). He looks angry. KYLE nods at WILLIAM with tears in his eyes. They weren’t tears of sadness or fear this time, but anger. Red hot rage. The viewer finds out later, this is where WILLIAM reminds KYLE that NICK and JOSH killed him. That they took him away from IRENE, AL and KAREN.
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KYLE and WILLIAM conversing again.
You agreed to that test. If you hadn’t then, I might have had to move on to Cybernetic Prototype Zero Zero Six.
You should have asked me before going through all of that work.
(laughs a little)
I have the same nanites in my system. I don’t age. I have been alive for seven hundred years.
WILLIAM moves in closer to KYLE’s mask.
The three years I spent on you would be nothing in my lifespan. Every prototype I create, I streamline the process. I become more efficient. I innovate. If your conversion was nothing more than a learning experience for me, then so be it.
WILLIAM begins to walk toward a set of double doors that are coming into view now.
Where did you come from? Where did all of this advanced tech come from? Why did you do this to me?
WILLIAM stops walking. He looks over his shoulder, ever so slightly.
I gave you new life. I saved you.
I’m grateful, even though I look…
KYLE looks at his hand again. He fits his hand through the gauntlet again. The mesh shoots out of his armor and covers his human arm again.
…different. I don’t know the end game. After the final test.
It isn’t yours to know. I created you.
WILLIAM turns around. In his left hand is a circular, clear screen. A tablet. His finger hovers above a red symbol. It is the Biodisian symbol for death.
I can show you an end game if you want. The end game where I activate the explosive in the base… of your fucking spin.
KYLE puts his hands up in panic.
There’s no need for that. Come on!
KYLE looks serious and somber for a moment.
I’ll complete your tests. I promise.
WILLIAM turned back around. He stored the tablet back into his jacket. He sighed in frustration.
Biodise. My people existed on an island continent a long time ago. We were more advanced than the rest of the world is now five hundred years ago. Technology, art, culture.
WILLIAM has a moment of true emotion. Sadness. Nostalgia.
A virus. It swept over the island and I was part of a team that tried to find a cure. A vaccine. In my case, a technological cure or an efficient delivery system. By the time we created a cure, it was too late. My team was isolated in a lab, so we avoided infection. The other three Biodisians left the island. I don’t know where they are now.
Is that where we are now