Xesque: A Super Hero, Sci-Fi Action Screenplay

Animated gif of script pagesXesque was originally written for Artist One, a local San Francisco based start-up production company. Sadly, like many spec scripts, it was never to be brought to life on the big (or even small screen).

The option has now lapsed. So perhaps it may now serve at least as an example or entertaining read.

The story is a pretty blatant rip-off of an early Professor Xavier (of X-men fame) comic strip. Here we first encounter a show-down between two individuals with super psychic powers. The idea was to start a series exploring what it would be like if normal people suddenly found themselves with super/mutant abilities. The last thing they’d probably do is dress in spandex, or otherwise draw attention to themselves.

The following is a short extract from the screenplay itself, the full version can be downloaded in PDF format here:

                                                                FADE IN.

      1     EXT. -- CHINATOWN SKYLINE - DAY                             1

            LS - CITY SKYLINE

            The vast muddle of grandiose state buildings and humbler
            plebeian dwellings stretches beyond the horizon. The SOUND of
            SIRENS, CAR HORNS and the SEETHING MASS OF HUMANITY greets us
            as plumes of SMOKE rise from chimneystacks to mingle with the
            smoggy haze.

                                               WIPE (FROM BOTTOM TO TOP):

      2     EXT. -- BUSY MARKET STREET - DAY                            2

            MLS - TRACK ON PROFESSOR

            The weather-beaten, khaki-clad PROFESSOR strides through the
            busting market streets.

                                PROFESSOR (V.O.)
                      I don't know what life is like without
                      the voices.  I've learned to put them
                      into the background but they're always
                      there ... I was in town for no other
                      reason but to loose myself amongst the
                      ocean of second-hand thoughts this city
                      afforded me. Being out among strangers
                      used to be hard.  Now it feels good to be
                      able to look into the eyes of the voices
                      I hear.

            MS - OLD MAN SELLING A HAT

            The PROFESSOR walks by an OLD MAN at a HAT STALL in the
            middle of his sales patter with a WOMAN trying on a HAT.

                                WOMAN
                      Well, I'm not sure that it goes with my
                      hair.

                                WOMAN (V.O.)
                      My face looks so fat ... 

                                OLD MAN
                      Madam, its you, see, it matches your
                      eyes...

                                PROFESSOR (V.O.)
                      I don't know when I first started hearing
                      the voices. There's a comfort to them.
                      Like learning music; after a few lessons
                      it becomes easier to hear the melodies
                      and separate out the instruments from
                      within the orchestra. 

            Bringing a MIRROR closer.

                                OLD MAN (CONT'D)
                      And that bow is so ... you.

                                WOMAN (V.O.)
                      It is a nice bow...

                                OLD MAN (V.O.)
                      Buy the damn hat, you ugly old hag...

            MCU - TRACK PROFESSOR 

            We HEAR the SOUND of RANDOM THOUGHTS. And as people bustle by
            the PROFESSOR, their thoughts come to the foreground.

                                PASSER BY 1 (V.O.)
                      The cats good, its a good cat. Ooh look
                      at those melons...

                                PASSER BY 2 (V.O.)
                      God, I hate that wrinkly-faced bastard...

                                PROFESSOR (V.O.)
                      When I was a kid I didn't hear them at
                      all.  They crept up on me. Learning to
                      focus on one or two at a time took a time
                      ... learning not to take advantage is
                      something I'm still working on ... but
                      the background chatter surrounds and
                      soothes me ... Had I known what was about
                      to happen, I'd have vacationed in the
                      Himalayas.

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