Endurance II lies at an odd angle on the seabed.
Bubbles rise from its base. Toby takes a deep breath as he
watches the bubbles.
Of seven crew, two remain – the others killed on impact are
now lined up in a neat row, wrapped in silver body bags.
Toby COUGHS as he expels the stagnant air.
TOBY
(quietly estimating)
Thirty minutes – maximum.
Water trickles.
He turns in his seat, looks at Schuster's pale, sweat-
glistened face.
TOBY (V.O.)
Not long for him. Better he's
asleep.
Then, barely perceptible movement, like the earth shaking.
His eyes snap open.
TOBY (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Could I be imagining it? Yes –
beginning of the end.
Then a slow RUMBLE.
93.
He forces his body to the window.
Directly adjacent to the broken wing, there is a glow.
He looks to the control center, staggers across to get the
binoculars.
He uses his last remaining energy to ease them over his eyes.
He focuses on a string bag wrapped around a jutting piece of
wood.
The glow increases in strength.
The bag is moving as though caught in a current – but
everything else is still.
Toby slips onto the floor just as the emergency power fails.
Darkness.
FEELGOOD beckons for BUDYA to follow.
With renewed energy, he strides like an athlete towards Mad
Water Delta.
The moon is large, casting silver light.
Mad Water Delta sparkles into sight.
The ocean is flat, yet the delta seems disturbed – ruffled
like the feathers of an angry bird.
He reaches the banks, casts his eyes to the right: The land
falls gently away to form a sand spit dividing the mainland
from Stinkwood Island, protecting the delta from the open
sea.
The lighthouse is silhouetted against the sky.
He follows the bank until his feet touch the sand.
Budya stays close behind.
Another sound, above. A helicopter, moving fast, heading for
the lighthouse.
FEELGOOD
(sighing with relief)
Only a bloody helicopter this time.
(MORE)
94.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
Any other time, I would have sworn
the spirits had come to get me.
He hesitates.
Dread.
He looks back.
BUDYA
(urging)
For Juba.
The helicopter has settled.
Feelgood skirts the lighthouse and almost bumps into Blake as
he rushes from the entrance.
CHAPTER 26 - CRUNCH TIME - IMAGE - HELICOPTER.
EXT - STINKWOOD ISLAND - EVENING
Carrying a small metal case, Matt, in full uniform, jumps
from the helicopter.
Amy follows.
They duck clear.
Matt signals the pilot to leave.
At speed, and low, the craft heads off.
It hovers nearby.
Navy SEALS emerge, slide down.
They vanish beneath the waves.
The pilot steer the craft back and lands.
Matt looks up at the lighthouse, then towards Blake and
Feelgood.
MATT
I'm Matt Walters. NASA. This is Amy
Wylks from SETI. Is there somewhere
we can talk?
BLAKE
(indicates the lighthouse
dome)
I'm Blake, ex Captain.
(MORE)
95.
BLAKE (CONT'D)
This is Feelgood, tribal elder. Up
there. Follow me.
Matt and Amy follow Blake and Feelgood up the stairs to the
dome, where Danny waits with Sarah.
They both turn as the others enter.
BLAKE
(awkward beat)
Okay. You first.
MATT
As I said, I'm from NASA. On a
previous mission, we had an
encounter with these aliens. They
somehow passed a device to me. Amy
is the one who decoded their
intentions. Fossils, something
named Kutji. There was a capsule.
It fell from orbit.
FEELGOOD
The Kutji spirit. Capsule carried
Marwen and the Moon Creature
fossils. Taken way back. Same
aliens, Vash.
MATT
Vash? You call them that?
FEELGOOD
That's what they're called in our
history.
A beat.
MATT
We launched a new mission to see
what might happen. The mission
failed. We tracked our shuttle -
Endurance II. Came down in your
delta out there. If we're going to
communicate with them directly, we
need Amy.
Danny's eyes widen.
96.
MATT (CONT'D)
I guess something brought you all
here too? And if I had to guess...
you've seen unexplainable things.
FEELGOOD
Son, this story's been waiting ten
thousand years. The Vash took
Marwen and the fossils.
MATT
Look, I haven't got a handbook for
this. And right now, I've got a
crew trapped in that delta with
maybe hours of air left.
DANNY
(suddenly pointing)
There's Fleabag!
Everyone turns to see the rangy figure approaching the
lighthouse.
BLAKE
I'll handle this.
SARAH
Should you? Given your history with
him?
Blake is already moving. He intercepts Fleabag at the
entrance.
FLEABAG
(exhausted, defeated)
Mate. Been through hell. Need to
speak to the elder. Got something
he needs to hear.
BLAKE
(studying him)
Can I trust you not to head-butt or
shoot anyone?
FLEABAG
Things have... changed for me.
When Fleabag enters, Feelgood's expression hardens.
97.
FEELGOOD
Frederick Bagley. What're you doing
here?
FLEABAG
(quietly)
I fucked up, Uncle. Bad. Knocked
off the investigator, finished off
the old artist, took the fossils.
And now... things are happening.
Shit I don't understand.
MATT
(to group)
I'm sorry, who is this exactly?
FEELGOOD
(bitter)
This is my nephew. The one who
chose the wrong path. Killed the
old artist.
FLEABAG
I'll turn myself in. To whoever.
Just... first I need to make
something right.
SARAH
(skeptical)
Make what right? You could have
killed my son.
FLEABAG
(genuine regret)
I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry about
all of it.
MATT
(frustrated)
Look, this is all very...
therapeutic, but I have people
dying out there.
FEELGOOD
(to Matt)
Listen to me. Right now, the Vash
have taken my nephew, Juba. All
they need now is the Moon Creatures
- the fossils. It's Kutji. The
spirit. That's what has the power.
It's out there somewhere. Until we
find them, the Vash will...
98.
FLEABAG
Hang on. I got to tell you, when I
was struggling in the delta, I had
to let go of the fossils. They're
in there somewhere.
Without warning, the sky lights up, like an invitation to
head down for a rock concert.
Everyone heads outside.
CHAPTER 27 - THE TRADE - IMAGE - VASH.
The group stands at the water's edge.
Above them, the mirage materializes, hovering directly over
the sunken shuttle.
DANNY
(pointing)
There! It's back!
The craft begins to emit a low, harmonic HISS. The delta
waters start to swirl, forming a massive whirlpool.
The water doesn't spiral - it flows in geometric patterns.
Hexagonal currents form and collapse, creating fractal
drainage patterns.
SOUND: Not the rush of water, but a deep GROANING as if the
earth itself is in pain. Punctuated by sharp CRACKS as the
seabed splits in perfect straight lines.
Steam rises from the exposed mud, but it moves wrong -
flowing horizontally, forming symbols in the air before
dissipating.
Fish caught in the draining water float motionless in mid-
air, suspended between the departing water and the exposed
ground, their gills working frantically.
SARAH
(gripping Blake's arm)
What's happening?
FEELGOOD
(awed)
They're draining it. Their way.
The water level drops rapidly, revealing the seafloor.
99.
ENDURANCE II lies twisted among the mud and debris.
Near its broken hull, the Moon Creature fossils glow with
ethereal light, protected by the swirling shadow of the
spirt.
From the mirage, a golden alien craft descends.
It places the capsule containing JUBA onto the exposed sand,
yards away from the group, then hovers expectantly.
AMY
They're waiting for something. I
think I know what.
The Kutji Spirit swirls faster around the fossils, growing
more solid and menacing.
The craft emits a brilliant flash.
A TRANSPARENT ORB materializes around the Kutji Spirit,
trapping it.
The shadow writhes and pounds against its prison, but cannot
escape.
FEELGOOD
(whispering)
Impressive. They've caged it. That
can only mean one thing. Kutji was
protecting the fossils. Oh shit, we
got it wrong.
The craft now directly faces Matt.
A beam of light particles extracts the device from the
shuttle wreckage, placing it on the sand before him.
MATT
(understanding)
They want it opened. Amy? Time for
the can opener.
Amy kneels beside the device, her hands finding the sequence.
It responds to her touch like a living thing.
Panels slide apart with hydraulic precision, revealing
crystalline matrices that pulse with internal light.
100.
A tiny star emerges from the device.
AMY
The star doesn't ignite - it
condenses from the surrounding air.
Particles of light gather like iron filings drawn to a
magnet, brightening the star, which hovers inches above the
device.
SOUND: Ascending scales of pure tone, each note doubling the
frequency of the last, climbing beyond human hearing into
ultrasonic ranges that make the air itself ring like crystal.
The effect creates localized thermal currents that make the
air dance with visible distortion.
AMY (CONT'D)
It isn't just a machine. It's a
ritual. A kind of test. “No light
may be summoned by those who do not
carry shadow.”
SARAH
Sounds like dodgy poetry.
AMY
Yeah. The message said whoever
opened it couldn’t be the one who
built it. It had to be a witness.
Me for now.
FEELGOOD
(nodding slowly)
That’s old truth. Sacred truth.
(turns to the others). The gift and
the guilt — they have to share one
heart. The power only answers to
those who understand both. The
aliens brought the fire, but only
we could strike the match.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
(looking at Amy)
That’s why it's ok for you to
activate but not to be the one who
has to go. I got a feeling you're
missing something in your
translation. Expect Juba any
minute. And keep an eye on the
moon.
101.
The capsule containing JUBA begins to HISS open. The boy lies
still, eyes closed, but breathing.
The star from the device grows brighter, casting dancing
shadows across the exposed delta floor.
The begin to levitate, drawn by an invisible force toward the
open capsule.
FLEABAG
(suddenly stepping
forward)
Wait!
He runs toward the capsule, dropping to his knees beside the
unconscious Juba.
FLEABAG (CONT'D)
(shouting)
Take me instead! I'm the bloodline!
I'm the one who caused this!
Feelgood watches, his expression unreadable.
FEELGOOD
(Under his breath)
Not sure there's redemption for you
yet, nephew.
Juba's eyes flutter open. He sees Fleabag kneeling beside
him.
JUBA
(weakly)
Fleabag?
FLEABAG
(gentle)
Yeah, boy. Time for me to do
something right.
Juba slowly climbs out of the capsule. Fleabag helps him
stand, then takes his place inside.
FLEABAG (CONT'D)
(to the group)
Tell them... tell them I tried to
make it right at the end.
102.
The three fossils float into the capsule, settling around
Fleabag.
The star reaches its optimum intensity — a miniature sun
pulsing with creative energy.
The star suddenly collapses, becoming a point of light that
streaks toward the capsule.
It merges with the fossils in a flash of brilliant radiance.
The capsule HISSES shut. Fleabag's face, peaceful now,
disappears from view.
The sealed capsule rises into the air, absorbed into the
golden craft.
The group watches expectantly as the sealed capsule — now
integrated into its hull — pulses rhythmically.
Silence.
Long, tense moments pass.
DANNY
Thought they'd be gone by now. Why
aren't they leaving?
The craft's golden surface begins to darken, shifting to a
more ominous metallic sheen.
The harmonious hum becomes mechanical, grinding.
AMY
Something's wrong.
A harsh, wet expulsive sound — like a giant throat clearing —
bursts from the craft.
JUBA
No—
Something is FLUNG from the underside of the vessel.
It lands with a grotesque THUD in the sand — a twisted,
broken body — Fleabag, spat from the craft like poison.
His limbs are tangled, his torso torn open, his face a
mangled ruin.
DANNY
(retching)
Streuth...
103.
FEELGOOD
(staring at what's left of
Fleabag)
They rejected him.
SARAH
(shaken)
They bloody murdered him!
AMY
It wasn't malicious. Their
technology detected the corruption
and... purged it. Like our bodies
reject disease.
MATT
That's their idea of cleansing?
AMY
For them, violence breeds violence.
Probably couldn't risk taking that
contamination back to their realm.
DANNY
Then what do they want?
AMY
(realization dawning)
Feelgood was right. Cleansing
Protocol is something else. It's
about the moon.
Everyone looks at Juba.
He stands still.
Quiet.
Resolute.
JUBA
(softly)
So, it has to be me? What if it
spits me out like that?
FEELGOOD
(stepping in front of him)
Not you. I'm not taking the risk.
MATT
You said yourself he's of the line.
That’s why they’d take him.
104.
FEELGOOD
Exactly. And that’s why they won’t.
He turns toward the craft, stands straight.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
(looking at each face in
turn)
I'm the elder. The line flows
stronger in me than in that boy.
Whatever they want will be with me.
BLAKE
Feelgood, you don't have to do
this. We're not actors in
Spartacus. There must be another
way.
FEELGOOD
(gentle smile)
Sixty years I've been telling
stories about heroes who make the
hard choice. Time to stop talking
and start doing.
JUBA
(desperate)
Uncle, I should—
FEELGOOD
(firm but loving)
You should live, nephew. Live and
remember. That's the harder job.
The hum softens.
The craft’s glow returns to gold.
Without any warning, Feelgood is hoisted from the ground.
He groans as he's lifted, then gets absorbed into the gold.
The craft tilts, pulses once — then vanishes into the stars
without any sound.
The group stands in silence, staring at the empty space
above.
CHAPTER 28 - DEPARTURE - IMAGE - MOONSCAPE.
— ⑮
INT. ENDURANCE - CONTROL CENTER - DAY
Endurance II lies at an odd angle on the seabed.
Bubbles rise from its base. Toby takes a deep breath as he
watches the bubbles.
Of seven crew, two remain – the others killed on impact are
now lined up in a neat row, wrapped in silver body bags.
Toby COUGHS as he expels the stagnant air.
TOBY
(quietly estimating)
Thirty minutes – maximum.
Water trickles.
He turns in his seat, looks at Schuster's pale, sweat-
glistened face.
TOBY (V.O.)
Not long for him. Better he's
asleep.
Then, barely perceptible movement, like the earth shaking.
His eyes snap open.
TOBY (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Could I be imagining it? Yes –
beginning of the end.
Then a slow RUMBLE.
93.
He forces his body to the window.
Directly adjacent to the broken wing, there is a glow.
He looks to the control center, staggers across to get the
binoculars.
He uses his last remaining energy to ease them over his eyes.
He focuses on a string bag wrapped around a jutting piece of
wood.
The glow increases in strength.
The bag is moving as though caught in a current – but
everything else is still.
Toby slips onto the floor just as the emergency power fails.
Darkness.
EXT. MAD WATER DELTA AREA – EVENING
FEELGOOD beckons for BUDYA to follow.
With renewed energy, he strides like an athlete towards Mad
Water Delta.
The moon is large, casting silver light.
Mad Water Delta sparkles into sight.
The ocean is flat, yet the delta seems disturbed – ruffled
like the feathers of an angry bird.
He reaches the banks, casts his eyes to the right: The land
falls gently away to form a sand spit dividing the mainland
from Stinkwood Island, protecting the delta from the open
sea.
The lighthouse is silhouetted against the sky.
He follows the bank until his feet touch the sand.
Budya stays close behind.
Another sound, above. A helicopter, moving fast, heading for
the lighthouse.
FEELGOOD
(sighing with relief)
Only a bloody helicopter this time.
(MORE)
94.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
Any other time, I would have sworn
the spirits had come to get me.
He hesitates.
Dread.
He looks back.
BUDYA
(urging)
For Juba.
The helicopter has settled.
Feelgood skirts the lighthouse and almost bumps into Blake as
he rushes from the entrance.
CHAPTER 26 - CRUNCH TIME - IMAGE - HELICOPTER.
EXT - STINKWOOD ISLAND - EVENING
Carrying a small metal case, Matt, in full uniform, jumps
from the helicopter.
Amy follows.
They duck clear.
Matt signals the pilot to leave.
At speed, and low, the craft heads off.
It hovers nearby.
Navy SEALS emerge, slide down.
They vanish beneath the waves.
The pilot steer the craft back and lands.
Matt looks up at the lighthouse, then towards Blake and
Feelgood.
MATT
I'm Matt Walters. NASA. This is Amy
Wylks from SETI. Is there somewhere
we can talk?
BLAKE
(indicates the lighthouse
dome)
I'm Blake, ex Captain.
(MORE)
95.
BLAKE (CONT'D)
This is Feelgood, tribal elder. Up
there. Follow me.
INT. LIGHTHOUSE DOME - EVENING
Matt and Amy follow Blake and Feelgood up the stairs to the
dome, where Danny waits with Sarah.
They both turn as the others enter.
BLAKE
(awkward beat)
Okay. You first.
MATT
As I said, I'm from NASA. On a
previous mission, we had an
encounter with these aliens. They
somehow passed a device to me. Amy
is the one who decoded their
intentions. Fossils, something
named Kutji. There was a capsule.
It fell from orbit.
FEELGOOD
The Kutji spirit. Capsule carried
Marwen and the Moon Creature
fossils. Taken way back. Same
aliens, Vash.
MATT
Vash? You call them that?
FEELGOOD
That's what they're called in our
history.
A beat.
MATT
We launched a new mission to see
what might happen. The mission
failed. We tracked our shuttle -
Endurance II. Came down in your
delta out there. If we're going to
communicate with them directly, we
need Amy.
Danny's eyes widen.
96.
MATT (CONT'D)
I guess something brought you all
here too? And if I had to guess...
you've seen unexplainable things.
FEELGOOD
Son, this story's been waiting ten
thousand years. The Vash took
Marwen and the fossils.
MATT
Look, I haven't got a handbook for
this. And right now, I've got a
crew trapped in that delta with
maybe hours of air left.
DANNY
(suddenly pointing)
There's Fleabag!
Everyone turns to see the rangy figure approaching the
lighthouse.
BLAKE
I'll handle this.
SARAH
Should you? Given your history with
him?
Blake is already moving. He intercepts Fleabag at the
entrance.
EXT. LIGHTHOUSE ENTRANCE - EVENING
FLEABAG
(exhausted, defeated)
Mate. Been through hell. Need to
speak to the elder. Got something
he needs to hear.
BLAKE
(studying him)
Can I trust you not to head-butt or
shoot anyone?
FLEABAG
Things have... changed for me.
INT. LIGHTHOUSE DOME - EVENING
When Fleabag enters, Feelgood's expression hardens.
97.
FEELGOOD
Frederick Bagley. What're you doing
here?
FLEABAG
(quietly)
I fucked up, Uncle. Bad. Knocked
off the investigator, finished off
the old artist, took the fossils.
And now... things are happening.
Shit I don't understand.
MATT
(to group)
I'm sorry, who is this exactly?
FEELGOOD
(bitter)
This is my nephew. The one who
chose the wrong path. Killed the
old artist.
FLEABAG
I'll turn myself in. To whoever.
Just... first I need to make
something right.
SARAH
(skeptical)
Make what right? You could have
killed my son.
FLEABAG
(genuine regret)
I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry about
all of it.
MATT
(frustrated)
Look, this is all very...
therapeutic, but I have people
dying out there.
FEELGOOD
(to Matt)
Listen to me. Right now, the Vash
have taken my nephew, Juba. All
they need now is the Moon Creatures
- the fossils. It's Kutji. The
spirit. That's what has the power.
It's out there somewhere. Until we
find them, the Vash will...
98.
FLEABAG
Hang on. I got to tell you, when I
was struggling in the delta, I had
to let go of the fossils. They're
in there somewhere.
Without warning, the sky lights up, like an invitation to
head down for a rock concert.
Everyone heads outside.
CHAPTER 27 - THE TRADE - IMAGE - VASH.
EXT. MAD WATER DELTA - NIGHT
The group stands at the water's edge.
Above them, the mirage materializes, hovering directly over
the sunken shuttle.
DANNY
(pointing)
There! It's back!
The craft begins to emit a low, harmonic HISS. The delta
waters start to swirl, forming a massive whirlpool.
The water doesn't spiral - it flows in geometric patterns.
Hexagonal currents form and collapse, creating fractal
drainage patterns.
SOUND: Not the rush of water, but a deep GROANING as if the
earth itself is in pain. Punctuated by sharp CRACKS as the
seabed splits in perfect straight lines.
Steam rises from the exposed mud, but it moves wrong -
flowing horizontally, forming symbols in the air before
dissipating.
Fish caught in the draining water float motionless in mid-
air, suspended between the departing water and the exposed
ground, their gills working frantically.
SARAH
(gripping Blake's arm)
What's happening?
FEELGOOD
(awed)
They're draining it. Their way.
The water level drops rapidly, revealing the seafloor.
99.
ENDURANCE II lies twisted among the mud and debris.
Near its broken hull, the Moon Creature fossils glow with
ethereal light, protected by the swirling shadow of the
spirt.
EXT. DRAINED DELTA - CONTINUOUS
From the mirage, a golden alien craft descends.
It places the capsule containing JUBA onto the exposed sand,
yards away from the group, then hovers expectantly.
AMY
They're waiting for something. I
think I know what.
EXT. DRAINED DELTA - CONTINUOUS
The Kutji Spirit swirls faster around the fossils, growing
more solid and menacing.
The craft emits a brilliant flash.
A TRANSPARENT ORB materializes around the Kutji Spirit,
trapping it.
The shadow writhes and pounds against its prison, but cannot
escape.
FEELGOOD
(whispering)
Impressive. They've caged it. That
can only mean one thing. Kutji was
protecting the fossils. Oh shit, we
got it wrong.
The craft now directly faces Matt.
A beam of light particles extracts the device from the
shuttle wreckage, placing it on the sand before him.
MATT
(understanding)
They want it opened. Amy? Time for
the can opener.
Amy kneels beside the device, her hands finding the sequence.
It responds to her touch like a living thing.
Panels slide apart with hydraulic precision, revealing
crystalline matrices that pulse with internal light.
100.
A tiny star emerges from the device.
AMY
The star doesn't ignite - it
condenses from the surrounding air.
Particles of light gather like iron filings drawn to a
magnet, brightening the star, which hovers inches above the
device.
SOUND: Ascending scales of pure tone, each note doubling the
frequency of the last, climbing beyond human hearing into
ultrasonic ranges that make the air itself ring like crystal.
The effect creates localized thermal currents that make the
air dance with visible distortion.
AMY (CONT'D)
It isn't just a machine. It's a
ritual. A kind of test. “No light
may be summoned by those who do not
carry shadow.”
SARAH
Sounds like dodgy poetry.
AMY
Yeah. The message said whoever
opened it couldn’t be the one who
built it. It had to be a witness.
Me for now.
FEELGOOD
(nodding slowly)
That’s old truth. Sacred truth.
(turns to the others). The gift and
the guilt — they have to share one
heart. The power only answers to
those who understand both. The
aliens brought the fire, but only
we could strike the match.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
(looking at Amy)
That’s why it's ok for you to
activate but not to be the one who
has to go. I got a feeling you're
missing something in your
translation. Expect Juba any
minute. And keep an eye on the
moon.
101.
EXT. ALIEN CAPSULE - CONTINUOUS
The capsule containing JUBA begins to HISS open. The boy lies
still, eyes closed, but breathing.
The star from the device grows brighter, casting dancing
shadows across the exposed delta floor.
EXT. DRAINED DELTA - CONTINUOUS
The begin to levitate, drawn by an invisible force toward the
open capsule.
FLEABAG
(suddenly stepping
forward)
Wait!
He runs toward the capsule, dropping to his knees beside the
unconscious Juba.
FLEABAG (CONT'D)
(shouting)
Take me instead! I'm the bloodline!
I'm the one who caused this!
Feelgood watches, his expression unreadable.
FEELGOOD
(Under his breath)
Not sure there's redemption for you
yet, nephew.
Juba's eyes flutter open. He sees Fleabag kneeling beside
him.
JUBA
(weakly)
Fleabag?
FLEABAG
(gentle)
Yeah, boy. Time for me to do
something right.
Juba slowly climbs out of the capsule. Fleabag helps him
stand, then takes his place inside.
FLEABAG (CONT'D)
(to the group)
Tell them... tell them I tried to
make it right at the end.
102.
The three fossils float into the capsule, settling around
Fleabag.
The star reaches its optimum intensity — a miniature sun
pulsing with creative energy.
The star suddenly collapses, becoming a point of light that
streaks toward the capsule.
It merges with the fossils in a flash of brilliant radiance.
The capsule HISSES shut. Fleabag's face, peaceful now,
disappears from view.
The sealed capsule rises into the air, absorbed into the
golden craft.
The group watches expectantly as the sealed capsule — now
integrated into its hull — pulses rhythmically.
Silence.
Long, tense moments pass.
DANNY
Thought they'd be gone by now. Why
aren't they leaving?
The craft's golden surface begins to darken, shifting to a
more ominous metallic sheen.
The harmonious hum becomes mechanical, grinding.
AMY
Something's wrong.
A harsh, wet expulsive sound — like a giant throat clearing —
bursts from the craft.
JUBA
No—
Something is FLUNG from the underside of the vessel.
It lands with a grotesque THUD in the sand — a twisted,
broken body — Fleabag, spat from the craft like poison.
His limbs are tangled, his torso torn open, his face a
mangled ruin.
DANNY
(retching)
Streuth...
103.
FEELGOOD
(staring at what's left of
Fleabag)
They rejected him.
SARAH
(shaken)
They bloody murdered him!
AMY
It wasn't malicious. Their
technology detected the corruption
and... purged it. Like our bodies
reject disease.
MATT
That's their idea of cleansing?
AMY
For them, violence breeds violence.
Probably couldn't risk taking that
contamination back to their realm.
DANNY
Then what do they want?
AMY
(realization dawning)
Feelgood was right. Cleansing
Protocol is something else. It's
about the moon.
Everyone looks at Juba.
He stands still.
Quiet.
Resolute.
JUBA
(softly)
So, it has to be me? What if it
spits me out like that?
FEELGOOD
(stepping in front of him)
Not you. I'm not taking the risk.
MATT
You said yourself he's of the line.
That’s why they’d take him.
104.
FEELGOOD
Exactly. And that’s why they won’t.
He turns toward the craft, stands straight.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
(looking at each face in
turn)
I'm the elder. The line flows
stronger in me than in that boy.
Whatever they want will be with me.
BLAKE
Feelgood, you don't have to do
this. We're not actors in
Spartacus. There must be another
way.
FEELGOOD
(gentle smile)
Sixty years I've been telling
stories about heroes who make the
hard choice. Time to stop talking
and start doing.
JUBA
(desperate)
Uncle, I should—
FEELGOOD
(firm but loving)
You should live, nephew. Live and
remember. That's the harder job.
The hum softens.
The craft’s glow returns to gold.
Without any warning, Feelgood is hoisted from the ground.
He groans as he's lifted, then gets absorbed into the gold.
The craft tilts, pulses once — then vanishes into the stars
without any sound.
The group stands in silence, staring at the empty space
above.
CHAPTER 28 - DEPARTURE - IMAGE - MOONSCAPE.