MOTHER 3, ACT SEVEN
EXT : UNKNOWN VALLEY : EARLY MORNING :
Sunrise has begun over the valley, but is not yet past the horizon. In the dim light, LUCAS walks beside KUMATORA, DUSTER and BONEY with KUMATORA in the lead.
Grass growth is sporadic, knee-high in some places and ground out by tire treads in others. There is the sound of a distant waterfall, which echoes loudly between the canyon walls. Along the tops of the cliffs is a dense population of evergreens that have been eradicated from the valley floor, replaced with stumps and holes.
The sun's coming up. Been a while since
I've seen it without a window between us.
(pause, then to DUSTER)
Are we close?
Everything looks different now. All the trees
are gone, but I think so.
We've been walking all night.
Hey Dust, do you still have that-...
oh there it is!
KUMATORA grabs for DUSTER's belt and pulls. They struggle as he attempts to pry her hands off.
What are you doing!
Why isn't it working?
You guys are weird.
LUCAS and BONEY continue on toward a bend in the valley leading east. They are watched, then KUMATORA backs off from DUSTER.
Sorry, I thought-
DUSTER removes the Rope Snake from his knapsack.
I assume you mean this?
You still have it!
Amazingly, I do. Scared the hell out me
once. Don't know why I kept it.
He puts it away and continues walking with KUMATORA.
'Least I didn't have to pull down your
pants to find it.
Gross! I can still hear you!
KUMATORA and DUSTER laugh.
The canyon opens onto a wider portion of the valley where animals graze. Horses with squat bodies and eight limbs struggle to walk on their deformed appendages, but otherwise appear at home among the other ungulates. Those that are able to move do so, while the rest lay weakened, flesh rotting around areas of haphazard stitching.
BONEY walks in front of the group, alert.
This place reeks!
Those cows with the long necks, I've seen
some before. Where do they come from?
Someplace to the west. The Pigs talk about
it, and any of 'em that come from there
always smelled like this-- like something
(pause, to LUCAS)
You can hear them? The animals, I mean.
Yeah. A lot of them don't make sense.
(passing injured animal)
But some of them, sounds like they're screaming-
A brief flash lights the sky, followed by a sharp peal of thunder. Frightened animals stampede across the valley, falling over those who cannot move.
Focus turns to LUCAS, hands over his ears and eyes closed. He is swept up into the crowd. Disembodied screams fill the airspace, ending abruptly as LUCAS is pulled from the path of onrushing cattle. DUSTER cradles him and KUMATORA against the canyon wall as BONEY barks to drive the animals away.
I could hear them. All of them, at the same time!
Still feel like sleeping now, runt?
They exchange glances in silence. LUCAS wipes tears from his eyes.
The valley has narrowed again, twisting like a dry riverbed into denser overgrowth. All previous tension and noise have been quelled, and the sun now peeks over the cliff tops.
KUMATORA moves closer to LUCAS until their elbows touch and he acknowledges her.
You should learn to control that better.
Your Psi. You can block others out, you know.
And when you get better, you can block out
physical things as well. It's called Shielding.
How'd you learn all this? And you still haven't
told us why you were waiting for me.
Well, that's up next, after we get the Egg.
I'm kind of sworn to secrecy right now,
plus I'm not really the person to tell you
what you need to hear.
How come you weren't scared of it? The thunder,
I mean. All the animals ran. You must have heard
That's why I said block it out. Plus, the tower
goes off a lot. Up at the club, it echoes so
loudly. It took a long time to learn how to
sleep through it.
LUCAS stares up at the canyon walls. His gaze is followed skyward where, just a few miles off, the red iron tower sits supporting its golden sphere.
You mean that place?
You can thank them for what happened to your
house. I heard Bronson and some other guys
talking about it at Club T. Not like any of
them have to worry. Play kiss-ass with the
Pigs and you'll be safe.
Oh, but that's awful! They've hit my grandpa's
cabin, too! And Fuel and Lighter. They're going
to hurt people!
Do you think they care? Do you think they
cared about Hinawa, or Claus?
LUCAS stops walking. The others continue, though BONEY hangs back, nudging LUCAS.
Here it is!
Against the canyon wall, where moss and ivy have all but covered the rock, an inert CLAYMAN lies entangled within a web of green. DUSTER kneels before it and digs through the soft earth.
I could never forget it! Even if I hit my
head a hundred times-
A second flash of lightning splits overhead, veering off and striking the exposed antenna of the CLAYMAN. DUSTER is thrown against the rock as the creature springs to life, uprooting tendrils of moss. Stuck to its underbelly is the Egg. It glistens brightly.
The Egg! Grab it!
BONEY lunges at the CLAYMAN as it takes off, lumbering like a giant ape across the valley.
Shit, it's gone for the highway. Hurry!
She exits with BONEY. LUCAS helps a frazzled DUSTER to stand. His hair is singed and he is unsteady on his feet. They walk on hand-in-hand.
EXT : UNKNOWN VALLEY : PORK HIGHWAY : HILLTOP : MORNING :
Sun shining toward them, the group comes to a stop at the peak of a sharp slope. A view from behind reveals the elaborate highway-- interconnected roads and tunnels that cut through cliffs and converge near the tower. Little grass grows in this area. It is rocky, barren, ravaged by construction equipment. A parking lot and dingy cafe break up the monotony of this landscape.
Within the main arteries of the PORK HIGHWAY, round white vehicles hover several feet above the road. Their sides are painted with pink racing stripes, emblazoned with a stamp in the shape of a pig snout. They race past at blinding speeds, swerving as the old CLAYMAN rumbles on-screen and continues into a nearby tunnel.
It's recycling itself.
Old Claymen are programmed to return to the
factory to be remade. We can't waste any
more time. Come on!
She jumps down the slope while the rest of the group hesitates.
EXT : PORK HIGHWAY : PARKING LOT : MORNING :
At this level, the sound of passing vehicles is more pervasive. The lot is a sea of white with only a few 20th-century automobiles parked near the cafe. KUMATORA approaches one idle craft hovering at the edge of the lot. Her fingers are a blur across the digital panel on its port side. LUCAS, DUSTER and BONEY enter.
We're stealing a Pork Bean?
Do you want that Egg or not? This is the
fastest way, and they all use the same
access code. Any idiot could pilot them.
(unnerved, watching the road)
What are these things?
One section of the Pork Bean slides upward, revealing its cramped cabin. DUSTER and BONEY climb in.
Just hold on to your ass.
From the road, the lot is scarcely visible between passing vehicles. The stolen Pork Bean tilts upward and dives into the stream, forcing traffic to veer around it as it flies east.
A second vehicle engages it while entering the tunnel and they collide. The stolen Bean scrapes by, crumpled on one side, and leaves its victim to spin out wildly until it slams, nose-first, into a guardrail. Plumes of smoke emanate from the wreckage, billowing out the door as it opens and the PORK TROOPER emerges in a rage.
EXT : CLAYMAN RECYCLING FACTORY : MORNING :
At the easternmost end of the tunnel, the road becomes a bridge spanning the gap between cliffs. It is a direct connection to the RECYCLING FACTORY, an oversized metal shed from which sounds of machinery emanate.
The stolen Pork Bean speeds out of the tunnel and comes to a crashing halt among towers of storage crates. They tumble, spilling tools, fresh pigskin uniforms, and organic materials packed in jars.
KUMATORA is first to emerge once the crumpled door opens. She skirts around the broken glass, focused on the uniforms.
Hands on his bottom, LUCAS enters next, face contorted in anguish.
I held on, but I still feel like throwing up.
He fumbles to catch a large uniform as it is tossed to him.
Dammit, can you believe that asshole? Trying to
cut me off back there.
DUSTER enters with BONEY and is given a uniform as well. He studies it, takes a whiff, and begins to dress.
Hurry up, Lucas. If we don't get that Egg-
They are quieted by a fierce shout from within the factory, but it dissipates and they continue dressing. LUCAS's uniform hangs on him like bags of excess flesh. He is reluctant to put on the helmet. While deliberating, he is pulled by a fully-disguised KUMATORA to the factory entrance.
Are you sure we should be doing this?
What if someone sees!
Hence the disguises. Just concentrate.
Try and pick up emotions from everyone
around. If someone does catch on, we'll
know when to run.
But I can't!
KUMATORA forces the helmet over his head and motions to DUSTER and to BONEY, who is fitted with a real pig-head mask.
Yes you can! Now shut up and focus.
INT : CLAYMAN RECYCLING FACTORY : MAIN ROOM : MORNING :
Four steel walls enclose a large system of conveyor belts and machines, transporting heaps of old CLAYMEN around the room, through molds that eject new and still-inert creatures. PIGMASK soldiers tote misshapen chunks of clay along a designated path woven between the machinery, oblivious to intrusion.
KUMATORA enters with LUCAS in tow. DUSTER and BONEY follow at a close distance. Together they make their way toward the nearest recycler and a queue of CLAYMEN standing single-file at the forward end. Among them is the old, moss-strewn beast and the Egg, suspended safely in a net of loose clay under its belly.
There! We're not too late yet.
I can get it.
No, Lucas! Wait-!
LUCAS slips under the guardrail to get at the awaiting CLAYMEN. Though his actions show hesitation and fear, they ignore him as he digs through the clay. His hands become enmeshed.
Hey, I'm stuck! I'm stuck!
The old CLAYMAN climbs onto the belt with LUCAS trapped beneath it and cradling the Egg.
From the walkway, KUMATORA, DUSTER and BONEY attempt to cross the barrier and are apprehended by a PIGMASK COLONEL dressed in white uniform and cape.
What's this here? No men beyond this
point without permission!
How'd he get up there? All equipment
On the belt, LUCAS flails beneath the CLAYMAN, twisting about to see the machinery ahead. He screams.
The PIGMASK COLONEL squeals and lower-ranked soldiers approach. They pull LUCAS from the belt, his uniform covered in clay. The Egg of Light is held safely.
All attending PIGMASKS begin to usher LUCAS and his group toward the back of the factory.
Think it's funny to play around on the
job, eh? A bit of discipline ought to
turn that behavior around real quick.
He laughs as they exit, moving toward the camera.
INT : THUNDER TOWER : BASEMENT : MORNING :
The group passes through an empty corridor in silence. On either side of them are posters bearing warnings, safety regulations, and army propaganda. Focus is held on one poster that reads "Tower of Love and Peace" as they move out of view.
INT : THUNDER TOWER : CONTROL FLOOR : MORNING :
Upon emerging from an elevator, the PIGMASK COLONEL leads the others down a marked walkway, past other soldiers and workstations with digital screens, and up a flight of stairs. They are watched.
INT : THUNDER TOWER : POWER ROOM : MORNING :
Electronic doors slide open before the group and they enter a wider space in which giant turbines spin tirelessly behind glass walls. PIGMASK soldiers are monitoring the activity under the supervision of the PORK TROOPER, now dressed in a slate gray uniform with matching iron cuffs and helmet. He turns when addressed by the PIGMASK COLONEL.
A lot of troublemakers, sir. They're
fresh recruits, I expect.
Is that so? Well they're in luck. I'm in
a rather bad mood, thanks to some jackass
totaling my Pork Bean. Now I know just
where to vent my frustration. All of you,
clear out! And report to Mr. Fassad.
The PIGMASK COLONEL and other soldiers exit.
Somethin' ain't right here. What've you
maggots got to say for yourselves?
Bet you're sorry now, are ya?
Sorry you're such a terrible driver.
What's that! So it was you-!
He removes KUMATORA's helmet and steps back.
Miss Violet! What's a small thing like
you doing in a place like this, and
with these hooligans?
It's rather reckless of you, but I find
that attractive. Come now, don't you
know ladies shouldn't drive?
Kiss my ass, Pig Head!
Hm, we'll work on that attitude later.
And what's your story? What's that you've
got in your hands?
Nothing! It's only a toy.
After a pause, the PORK TROOPER removes LUCAS's helmet and grunts.
I thought somethin' smelled funny!
So you've come back for more, you
insubordinate little shit!
He grabs LUCAS by the arm while the boy struggles to keep the Egg safe. BONEY shakes off his mask and snarls.
Back off! He's just a kid.
Rules are rules, I'm afraid. Our king
says death to those who don't comply.
You may want to step out for a minute,
Miss Violet. This isn't somethin' you
And as for you, maggot, how'd you like your
guts pulled out, one-by-one? It's about my
The PORK TROOPER laughs as KUMATORA prepares an attack, igniting a small flame at the tip of her finger. DUSTER reenters the shot with knapsack open, a rolled up magazine in hand. He taps the PORK TROOPER with it.
Sorry to interrupt, sir, but I do believe
I've seen you at Club T before. You're a
big fan of the DCMC, aren't you?
What's that you got there?
Oh, some incredibly rare swag. You see,
I'm a member of the fanclub. I get all
the new stuff before it even hits the
(offended, releasing LUCAS)
Fanclub? I'm the DCMC Number One Fan!
Tell me your sources, soldier!
I see you really envy my merchandise.
For the right price, I could be persuaded-
The PORK TROOPER takes the magazine and flips through it excitedly.
Punishment waived! Get the hell out
of my face.
DUSTER, KUMATORA, LUCAS and BONEY exit at the other end of the room.
INT : THUNDER TOWER : HALLWAY : MORNING :
Alone in the empty corridor, they remove their uniforms. DUSTER takes the Egg from LUCAS, who is trembling, and it glows once in his hands. He stands cringing for several seconds.
Duster! What's happened? Are you okay?
I can see it now, everything that I forgot.
It's like I've been asleep all this time
and just woke up.
I knew it'd come back to you eventually.
DUSTER wraps the Egg in extra clothing from his knapsack and tucks it safely away.
We've got it now. Let's get out of here.
Did you hear what he said? Fassad is here
somewhere! I couldn't even sense him!
I have to use the bathroom. Really bad.
Snap out of it! Concentrate! Can't you
That's it then. As far as I can remember,
I've never been able to sense him. That
means he's got some kind of mental shield
up, which would also mean he can use Psi.
I'm still not clear all on this Psi stuff.
We'll talk later. Let's get to an elevator.
They continue toward a stairwell leading up to a door. When opened, sunlight bursts inward and the group steps out onto the lowermost platform of THUNDER TOWER, more than a dozen stories off the valley floor. Together they huddle against the wind, camera panning out until the entirety of the tower is in view.
INT : THUNDER TOWER : POWER ROOM : MORNING :
FASSAD enters with PIGMASK soldiers flanking him on either side. Across the room, in a chair, the PORK TROOPER flips through his magazine.
Where are they?
Hm, what's that?
FASSAD snatches the magazine out of his hands, crumpling it like tissue paper.
Hey! That's limited edition material!
Get off your ass and find them!
I told them off already, sir.
From this point on, every one of them
is to be considered an enemy of King and
Empire. If you find them, kill them.
The other PIGMASKS exit. FASSAD drops the magazine and, from the pouch on his belt, produces a banana. He eats it, tossing the peel away.
There is no escape from me.
EXT : THUNDER TOWER : UPPER PLATFORMS : MORNING :
LUCAS and his group climb a stairwell leading to the top platform. Only red iron support beams separate them from a lengthy fall. BONEY nudges LUCAS forward when he stops to stare over the edge.
We should go back. There aren't any
elevator shafts up here.
We can't go back! Or did you want
to get caught?
So how do we get down?
KUMATORA walks over the platform to a ladder, its upper half encased in a narrow tunnel. She climbs out of sight. The others follow after a brief pause.
INT : THUNDER TOWER : PLAYROOM : MORNING :
Bright painted walls and a plush pink carpet enrobe the small room in endless color. A star-shaped tub full of warm water is the centerpiece for this elaborate display, surrounded on all sides by toys and unopened gift boxes. The far end, directly across from the ladder entrance, boasts a door and display case, which a female robot, MISS MARSHMALLOW, is busy dusting.
She acknowledges KUMATORA and the others when they enter, adjusting her maid's uniform.
Greetings, cheese popsicle! This is Master
King P's famous playroom. Please admire
all of his possessions, but do not touch.
She is ignored. KUMATORA heads for the door across the room. DUSTER and LUCAS hang back to take in their surroundings.
Someone's a bit eccentric, eh?
Hey, wow! Look there. My grandpa made
me one of these a long time ago.
LUCAS presses himself against the display case, which houses a red yo-yo.
He carved it out of wood and wound the
string around, just like that.
Quit wasting time!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no! No touch!
No one is allowed to touch King P's
Best Friend's Yo-Yo. Out! Get out,
goodbye, get out!
MISS MARSHMALLOW ushers the group out the rear exit and shuts the door behind them. Her head begins to spin.
The number you have dialed is currently
out of pork chops.
INT : THUNDER TOWER : UPPER STAIRWELL : MORNING :
Behind the closed door, the group stands together. Small lights mark their path along the floor.
Pushy little bitch.
Stop cursing. We have to get out of here.
Everyone at home is worried about us.
(tousling LUCAS's hair)
Well, they're worried about you, anyway.
Let's go then.
They exit down the hall toward another set of stairs.
INT : THUNDER TOWER : PLAYROOM : MORNING :
MISS MARSHMALLOW continues to fuss over the display case as FASSAD and attending PIGMASKS enter. She spins around when addressed.
Where are they?
Good Lord! It's a bloomin' aeroplane, it is!
Or was it a zeppelin?
Where are they, you fool! They've come
through here, haven't they?
Too right they did, and they smelled like cheese.
Why didn't you stop them!
FASSAD brushes the robot aside with one arm, and the force is enough to shatter her body against the wall. The cords in her neck are severed. Her head hangs limply.
Get moving! We've got them trapped now.
Don't mess this up.
All PIGMASKS salute, squealing.
INT : THUNDER TOWER : GENERATOR ROOM : LATE MORNING :
Against the eastern wall an electronic door slides open. LUCAS, KUMATORA, DUSTER and BONEY enter, just a few steps away from the glowing coils of a massive generator. It hums noisily as they move around it, en route to an open doorway.
What is it?
Not a clue.
I think I have a pretty good idea.
KUMATORA ignites a small fire in the palm of her hand and blows it upward where it connects with the generator and explodes, rupturing the domed ceiling. Red lights flash, alarms sound. THUNER TOWER rattles violently, loosing plumes of smoke.
What've you done!
Just a little payback, that's all.
Now's not the time!
FASSAD and PIGMASKS enter. They are temporarily stunned by the sight of the generator engulfed in flames.
They're destroying the tower! Kill them!
DUSTER and LUCAS race out the open doorway with BONEY on their heels. KUMATORA blows another stream of fire toward the soldiers. FASSAD steps into it, quelling the flames with one wave of his hand.
Nowhere to hide! We've got you now!
He stops, removing a transceiver from his belt.
(speaking into transceiver)
Is everything in order?
Good. I'll be waiting at the top.
He puts away the transceiver and exits with PIGMASKS.
EXT : THUNDER TOWER : BALCONY : LATE MORNING :
Smoke billows from the damaged portion of the golden sphere, partly obscuring the massive gun mounted atop it. The structure is crackling where its connection to the generator has been severed.
Just below, at the center of the sphere, LUCAS, DUSTER and BONEY stand on a balcony before the open doorway. KUMATORA enters.
What're you doing! Run, run!
A pause; then, KUMATORA races for a short ladder to the top of the sphere. DUSTER follows, helping BONEY along. LUCAS hesitates.
What if we fall?
You're not going to fall! Just hurry!
LUCAS climbs, trembling, to the top of the ladder, whereupon he is apprehended from below. FASSAD yanks him down, a smile on his face.
Where are you going to go, rat?
LUCAS clings to the sphere, fingernails scraping metal. BONEY begins to bark. Above them, an airship wheels in low over the tower's mounted gun, casting a shadow over the scene.
FASSAD produces a dagger from his belt pouch and tugs on LUCAS again.
You could have been happy, if only you
had accepted our laws and kept to your
lot in life.
But all that's over now-!
They struggle. KUMATORA, DUSTER and BONEY approach the edge of the sphere, calling to LUCAS.
A sudden flash of light knocks the dagger from FASSAD's hands. As he pauses to watch it, another stronger burst envelops him. He releases LUCAS as he is flung from the tower, and falls.
KUMATORA, DUSTER and BONEY continue shouting at LUCAS, who opens his eyes moments later.
Lucas, you did it! You actually did it!
Above them, the airship has already dropped its rope ladder from a hatch on its starboard side. It is approaching.
Come on, come on!
They pull LUCAS onto the sphere and race to the edge where the rope hangs just out of reach. A PIGMASK comes into view in the hatchway, accompanied by another member of the PORK ARMY.
This is the MASKED MAN: a higher-ranked soldier who, compared to other members of the army, has been given more mechanical alterations, rather than organic. He wears a gray helmet with visor, which obscures much of his face; a thick black military jacket; orange pants; and heavy boots. Though he is tall and slender, his body is noticeably muscular, accustomed to rigorous combat. His right arm has been amputated from the elbow-down and replaced by small cannon.
From below, LUCAS, KUMATORA, and DUSTER stare up at the soldiers. BONEY continues barking.
I've got a bad feeling-- a very bad
feeling about this!
Just hang on to me, everyone!
He tosses the Rope Snake toward the ladder and it springs to life, latching onto the bottom rung. DUSTER wraps an arm around KUMATORA, who in turn grabs LUCAS. Together they begin to slide toward the edge of the sphere.
Don't let go!
BONEY leaps after LUCAS as he is pulled from the sphere, catching him by the seat of his shorts. LUCAS shouts and flails wildly.
My pants-! Boney, hold on, boy!
Please don't let go!
On the overhang, the PIGMASK retreats into the ship. The MASKED MAN remains to watch the struggle below, then unsheathes a sword from his belt, its blade glowing. He cuts the ladder and all four lose their grip on one another.
They fall separately, screaming. Focus is held on LUCAS as he descends.
CUT TO BLACK
EXT : SUNFLOWER FIELD : AFTERNOON :
Sunlight falls on an ocean of yellow flowers, a stunning contrast to the pure blue sky beyond. LUCAS rises out of them, petals falling from his hair. There are tears in his eyes and he is shaking.
BONEY leaps up, barking. He topples LUCAS.
You're safe, you're safe!
Yeah, I am. But where're the others?
Silence, and then a light, feminine voice calls for LUCAS from an unknown location.
I'm here! Over here!
He waits until the voice calls again and runs west toward it with BONEY close behind.
Wait! Wait, please! I'm here!
As they run, the transparent form of HINAWA appears before them. Her long hair and red dress are flowing gracefully though there is no wind.
Mom! Mom, wait!
LUCAS chases her ghost to the edge of the cliff, where the ocean of sunflowers thins out and clouds obscure their path. LUCAS walks into them until he is completely enshrouded in white.
END ACT SEVEN.