MOTHER 3, ACT SIX
EXT : TAZMILY VILLAGE : FARMHOUSE : EVENING :
The setting sun casts an orange glow on the hilltop where ashen residue from the fire sits beside a newly-built pen. Inside are the remaining sheep. LIGHTER and FUEL stand to one side, looking toward the village and FLINT, who is at the northern end of his property, at the spot where the old pen once stood. He calls for LUCAS.
ALEC and WESS emerge from the FARHMHOUSE as the calls intensify. WESS is supported by a cane, his face swollen and bruised.
Just hold on a minute, there.
He is ignored. ALEC picks up his pace to keep in step with WESS.
Give it a rest. You won't find him that way.
Where is my son, Old Man?
I would have thought he'd be here by now.
Then again, I must have misjudged the
Where is my son!
Up the railway tracks, to the station at
the end of the line.
You've sent my son into a death trap!
FLINT turns from them and focus shifts down the hill where a gathering of PIGMASKS, now ten-strong, converses. They acknowledge FLINT with angry squeals.
(to WESS, somber)
So, you've lost yours and cost me the
last of mine.
I don't believe that for a second!
My son was an ass, but if I didn't
believe he could do all that I've
asked of him-
If that's all the faith you have in
your boy, then shame on you.
Head down, FLINT removes his hat and waits out several moments of silence before he begins to call for LUCAS again.
EXT : TRAIN TRACKS : EVENING :
His voice carries into the next scene, merging with the blaring roar of a train as it rumbles past the cave. Inside, LUCAS awakens, startling BONEY and the caged pigeon. He stands, clothes held up over his groin. The hot spring has disappeared, replaced with smooth rock as if it had never existed.
LUCAS peers out into the light of the setting sun once the train has passed, then pulls on his clothes as he exits.
EXT : CLAYMAN FACTORY : EAST END TRAIN STATION : EVENING :
Where the tracks end, a broad valley and red clay cliffs stretch onward, past the metal structure that is the EAST END station. Cattle graze the land where a dense evergreen forest has been cut away, dragging their heads along the ground with long and ungainly necks. This part of their body, along with their tails, has been replaced with the bodies of serpents.
The animals closest to the tracks turn toward LUCAS as he approaches the empty station, exposing the haphazard stitching around their throats, faces riddled with open sores.
There is something wrong with them.
We're not here for that. There's no way
to tell how long we've been asleep, so
we have to keep moving. Everyone must be
wondering where we are.
They continue northward past the station to a yard enclosed by high cement walls. Within is a factory, surrounded by construction vehicles, mounds of earth and steel, and on the walls are propaganda fliers. LUCAS approaches a conglomeration of such posters, most covered in images of PIGMASKS and a bright city. He takes down a poster upon which the words "CLUB TITIBOO" are printed.
'ello there. What's that y'got?
A PIGMASK enters, followed by a CLAYMAN-- an immense beast constructed entirely of gray and red bits of earth. Its mouth and eye sockets sit empty on its long face, and its body is slumped forward like that of an ape. Atop the head of the CLAYMAN is an antenna, firmly implanted.
LUCAS and BONEY back away until they touch the wall.
Is this Club Titiboo?
Not quite, wee man, but it's just a
little further on, yeah? Y'got yourself
a pass to get in?
Lost your voice, have ya? Don't be tellin'
me you ain't seen one of these before.
Y'look like you just got the wind knocked
out of ya.
The SUPERVISOR pats the CLAYMAN beside him and it groans. LUCAS flinches.
Aw, don't mind him none, lad. He'll only take
your head off if I tell 'im.
And what's all this here? A travelin'
circus? Goin' to try your luck in show
I'm just looking for someone.
Oh, aye. Every man that goes to Club
Titiboo has certainly got somethin' in mind.
But what sorta business is there for a
young lad like yourself, eh? And I suppose
y'ain't got a ticket either then?
No, I don't. I didn't know-
Well that's all right, s'all right.
What's your name, lad?
Lucas, is it? Well Lucas, make yourself
useful then, yeah? Why not help out those
gents down there and we'll see about gettin'
you that ticket.
The SUPERVISOR gestures down the length of the yard toward the open gate at the other end. THOMAS and JONEL, dressed in orange jumpsuits, are working there.
Get on with ya then, there's a lad.
Keep your spirits up-
For the king and Pork Empire!
Their eye contact lingers before LUCAS moves to the other end of the yard.
Dressed in dingy orange jumpsuits and with shovels in hand, THOMAS and JONEL load heaps of clay into the bed of a truck. They stop their work when LUCAS enters.
Well hey there! Look who it is.
Mr. Thomas, Mr. Jonel, do you work here?
Of course. Nearly everyone does. You should
know that by now.
I thought you ran the store in town?
That I still do, but lately it seems I
can't keep up anymore. I may pack it in
altogether. They pay you well here, and
even better in the military.
The free tickets ain't a bad deal, either.
The men share a laugh as LUCAS looks on. From around the edge of the factory building, a weakened CLAYMAN enters with ISAAC. He prods it with a shovel.
Flint doing all right?
Dad's okay. He's got things to do.
I know it's hard, even after all these
years, but you should talk to him. We could
get him a job here, help him move on.
THOMAS and JONEL return to their work.
He wouldn't take that too well. All this
change and new things. He hates the Pigs.
Ain't done us no harm as far as I can tell.
The CLAYMAN moans as it collapses in a misshapen heap. ISAAC beats on it to no avail.
LUCAS takes one arm of the CLAYMAN, urging it gently to walk. With its apelike arms the CLAYMAN drags the lower half of its body across the yard. THOMAS and JONEL stop to watch. ISAAC follows several paces behind BONEY.
Hey kid, I didn't expect I'd ever see
you here. But you're a natural! How'd you
get 'em to move like that?
It's hurt. We need to help it.
All three men laugh.
It isn't alive. Not really, anyway.
Just take it inside to get it recharged.
I'll show you where.
INT : CLAYMAN FACTORY : RECHARGING STATION : EVENING :
Within corrugated metal walls, the rumble of machinery is twice as loud. Sparks fly off red platforms, above which are mounted electrical rods. The injured CLAYMAN is led to an empty space beside hulking mounds, which are composed of other clay creatures scrapped and fused together.
A man enters and leads the CLAYMAN away while LUCAS watches. ISAAC nudges him to get his attention.
(shouting over noise)
There's more out in the yard. Come on.
EXT : CLAYMAN FACTORY : WORKYARD : NIGHT :
The SUPERVISOR sits beside a vending machine, slouched in a flimsy plastic chair. He grunts while reading his magazine and does not look up until LUCAS and BONEY enter. They are spotted with dirt and clay.
All finished then?
Got a bit of mud on ya there, eh?
Ain't nothin' can build a man's
character like rollin' in the mud
with the pigs.
He sets the magazine aside and takes up a clipboard from under his chair.
Y'got talent, lad. Remind me of another
young man I know. You'd be great in the
army, bit o'training, put some meat on
ya. Give it a thought, yeah?
The SUPERVISOR hands LUCAS a small sack of coins and a military flier, which LUCAS folds before walking on.
One more thing-
For your trouble. You might consider
workin' here again. One trip to the
Tit and you'll be wantin' more.
He laughs and gives LUCAS a hearty pat. THOMAS and JONEL call from the far end of the yard.
LUCAS sets off with BONEY but stops near some open lockers. He picks up a few items of stained clothing.
I don't like to steal, but I've a
feeling we might need these. We can
just bring them back later, right?
Who would want them? They smell awful.
LUCAS and BONEY exit.
EXT : CLIFFTOP : CLUB TITIBOO : NIGHT :
A small building marked "Ropeway" sits at the eastern edge of a cliff, serving as one end of a cable car track. THOMAS, JONEL and ISAAC step out, followed by LUCAS and BONEY.
The cliff rises up a small paved path to another plateau where music and light are blaring. Near the Ropeway is a viewing area. LUCAS stops here and, beyond him, within now-decimated woodland, sits a red iron tower. At the top of this tower is a golden sphere and a metal projection.
There's more out here than I thought.
The entrance of CLUB TITIBOO is seen, darkly-colored but brightly-lit. A golden glow fringes the doorway and casts shadows over the property, which is lined with statuary, painted urns spouting fire, and other decorative items.
Two burly bouncers stand at the entrance. They admit THOMAS, JONEL and ISAAC while LUCAS and BONEY watch from behind an oriental stone elephant.
Is this where we should be?
Yes, but I'm sure they won't allow a dog.
I'm following you, no matter where.
Hold on then. I've an idea.
The bouncers stand before the painted red door with arms crossed. LUCAS and BONEY, now dressed in dirty human clothing, approach. BONEY struggles to walk on his hind legs. The cage on his back causes an unsightly bulge in his shirt.
What's this here?
My friend and I would like to go to
Club Tit-Boob, please.
Think you're smart, do ya? Young punk
like you makin' a mockery out of a fine
And don't you know the rules?
One ticket per guest.
And that there's the ugliest I seen yet.
Is it your girlfriend? I must say, she's
quite a dog.
BOUNCER 1 removes BONEY's cap. BONEY cries and drops to all fours.
Whatever you're tryin' to pull, it ain't
gonna work with us.
INT : CLUB TITIBOO : LOBBY : NIGHT :
Crimson and gold tiled floor makes the club lobby appear bright and boisterous. It is filled with many 21st-century amenities, posters and propaganda. The female staff, decked out in sequin bikinis, tassels and high-heels, gather near the front desk. One, VIOLET, stands closer to the entrance, fussing with her bright pink hair. The sight of LUCAS out the window catches her attention.
Well there he is. I'll be damned.
EXT : CLUB TITIBOO : NIGHT :
BONEY stands between LUCAS and the bouncers.
I think you best take your leave, punk,
before it gets ugly.
But I have a pass. I earned it.
Oh, got a pass, eh? Would you like VIP
seating as well, sir?
VIOLET emerges from the club, placing a hand on each bouncer. She peers between them at LUCAS.
So, you finally decided to show up?
It's about time. I've been expecting you.
Miss Violet, is he a client of yours?
No, don't tell me. And with a dog, too?
I take 'em as they come, boys.
She eases between them and they stand aside.
Right. If they come at all.
(looking at LUCAS)
Gotta get 'em to stand at attention first, eh?
Both men laugh as VIOLET leads LUCAS inside with BONEY in tow.
INT : CLUB TITIBOO : LOBBY : NIGHT :
Entering with LUCAS, VIOLET pulls him up close as they weave through the crowd.
Don't change your expression. I'm taking
you to the showroom. You'll have to wait
there until I go on break. Meet me in
the lobby afterward.
INT : CLUB TITIBOO : CONCERT HALL : NIGHT :
The showroom is dark, with round tables lit by electric candles. Flanking the stage are ceiling-high speakers and, in front of it, several plush sofas.
VIOLET parts from LUCAS and is absorbed into the crowd, leaving LUCAS to make his way across the floor. He is apprehended by THOMAS.
Finally got here? How do you like it?
I don't know.
Was that Violet we saw you walkin' with?
You're quite the ladies' man.
(passing drink to LUCAS)
Here kid, have a soda. Bet you ain't tasted
anything like that!
LUCAS guzzles the drink and begins to cough as the fizz bubbles out his nose.
Cheers and whistling emanates from the front of the room. Three women, VIOLET among them, emerge on stage. Each takes up a position on one of the narrow catwalks to dance before the audience. The male guests and attending PIGMASKS gravitate toward them.
Sorry, gotta go!
He leaves the table for the stage, inciting laughter from THOMAS and friends. BONEY becomes hung up in the crowd.
LUCAS ducks between the couches to get at the center catwalk where VIOLET is performing. He leans on the stage and waves at her.
Hey. Hey, Miss Lady! Miss Lady, look here!
He is snatched from behind by a man of inhuman proportions.
This is the PORK TROOPER: a higher-ranked member of the army, his body and muscle mass have been artificially enhanced, making him abnormally large. He wears standard, custom-fit uniform, gold cuffs on his wrists, and a pig-shaped helmet with curved demon horns.
With one hand the PORK TROOPER holds LUCAS back from the stage. A pair of richly-dressed women, one on each muscular arm of the PORK TROOPER, watch in silence.
(deep and aggressive)
Pardon me, but this row is reserved.
Sorry, sorry! I didn't know. I was trying
to talk to the lady-- she invited me!
He pulls away and is grabbed by the wrist, arm bent. The PORK TROOPER begins to crush inward slowly. LUCAS struggles.
One thing I can't stand is low-life little
shits who don't know their place, who try
and pick a fight with their superiors.
Please! I wasn't trying to fight with anyone!
The PORK TROOPER pulls LUCAS closer and smells him through the snout of his mask while BONEY crawls between the couches, becoming entangled.
You know I eat little maggots like you-
But not before crushing every bone in your body!
He laughs just before BONEY squeezes through the gap and lunges at him. The PORK TROOPER shouts, releasing LUCAS. Both women on the couch cry and recoil in fear.
From the catwalk, VIOLET watches. Men are setting up instruments on the stage behind her. She takes notice and exits.
So, going to get tough, are ya?
The PORK TROOPER swings one arm, casting BONEY aside, and takes LUCAS by the throat.
PORK TROOPER (CONT.)
I promise this mistake will be your last.
Cheers fill the room as the lights come up over the stage, illuminating instruments and members of the DCMC band. The PORK TROOPER drops LUCAS instantly, his attention diverted, and joins the audience in shouting.
LUCAS rejoins BONEY, holding his injured arm against his chest. He struggles to breathe and removes BONEY's shirt to check the caged pigeon.
Hey boy, are you hurt?
No, but your paw-
Let's go. I have to find that lady.
Maybe she can help us.
They exit the showroom. The band begins to play and focus is held on one member, a tall and stringy man with a huge mass of curly brown hair.
INT : CLUB TITIBOO : LOBBY : NIGHT :
LUCAS enters with BONEY. From the far right wall, in an open doorway, VIOLET gestures for them to follow.
INT : CLUB TITIBOO : VIOLET'S ROOM : NIGHT :
All three enter a plush purple and pink room, complete with living space, vanity and wardrobe. Once the door is closed, VIOLET lets down her hair and brushes the mascara off her face, revealing herself as the now twenty-year-old PRINCESS KUMATORA.
KUMATORA kicks off her heeled shoes and slips on her blue dress like an old shirt.
I know you-
Yes, you do. Nice to see you again, kid.
How did you get here!
Long story. That was stupid of you to
rush the stage in front of the big guy.
Let me see your arm.
She kneels beside him and holds his injured wrist. A soft blue light emanates from her. It is absorbed by LUCAS, who tries to pull away.
What's going on!
Shut up! I just saved you a few weeks worth
of healing time. You should say thanks.
Fixing a broken bone with PSI isn't easy.
You'll have to do it yourself next time.
But I can't-
Of course you can! I can feel the power
coming off of you. You've been Awakened,
and you're probably one of the most awesome
powers I've ever felt.
What's with the bird dog?
LUCAS removes the pigeon cage from BONEY's harness.
It's from Mr. Wess. He told me to come
here because of some rumor about his
son. I'm supposed to let the pigeon go
if it's true.
KUMATORA grabs the cage and takes it to the window.
I'll save you that trouble.
Lucky, the bass player in the DCMC,
Really! You know for sure? Why didn't
you come home?
That's the hard part. He doesn't have
any clue who he really is. A bad case
of memory loss. I stayed because I
hoped he'd snap out of it. He's the
only one who could tell us what
happened to the Egg of Light.
She sits on a red sofa and pulls LUCAS down beside her.
Plus, I was told to wait for you.
For me? But why? Who said?
It'll have to wait 'til later. Now that
you're here, we can't sit around anymore.
Once the encore is over, I'll get the
band together. You and me are leaving
here tonight, and we're taking Duster
But how're we gonna convince him-?
A knock upon the door cuts their conversation short, followed by piggish grunting.
Miss Violet? Miss Violet, are you there?
KUMATORA drags LUCAS across the room to her bed and stands on the mattress. She pulls out a ceiling tile from the corner.
Go through here. Head right and meet
me in Duster's room. Lucky's, I mean.
What about you! What if you get hurt?
I can smell you in there, Miss Violet.
Come out, come out.
I'll take care of Tall, Dark, and Ugly. Just go!
The pounding on the door becomes more insistent. LUCAS flails as he climbs into the attic, then turns to help BONEY as KUMATORA lifts him. She replaces the ceiling tile, hops down, and removes her blue dress. When she opens the door, the PORK TROOPER leans in.
Well hello there. Could I ask the
lovely lady for an autograph or a kiss?
I've got the perfect place for you to
put those lips of yours.
(sliding around PORK TROOPER)
Funny you should mention autographs.
Didn't you know they're giving away
free signed DCMC merchandise up front?
Well, not now. But if you like I can
get you the good stuff before anyone
else even sees it.
Oh-ho, naughty girl.
He pats her bottom as they exit, KUMATORA wearing a sour expression.
INT : CLUB TITIBOO : ATTIC : NIGHT :
Sporadic patches of light break through the darkness, marking the trail for LUCAS and BONEY as they crawl along in the dust. At each vent opening, LUCAS peers into the room below.
No one there. How do we know which room
we're supposed to be in?
A loud crash of wood against metal is heard off-screen and LUCAS jumps. Trails of dust clear around an old bass guitar, which has fallen among piles of broken snare drums. LUCAS turns it over, revealing a painted face that comes alive.
Oh look, a human, all tattered and worn.
Have they put you away with the unwanted
junk as well?
No, sorry. I'm just looking for someone.
Out with the old, in with the new! Go on
then and stare at the shiny bass I've
been replaced with. He's down there.
I'm just looking for the guy they call Lucky.
Well that's where you'll find him. Get going
then, don't worry about me! I'll just be up
LUCAS sighs, dusts off the guitar and sets it upright before exiting through the vent. BONEY follows.
INT : CLUB TITIBOO : LUCKY'S ROOM : NIGHT :
In a richly-furnished room, walls decked out in green paneling that clashes with the carpet, LUCAS drops into an armchair. BONEY falls on his lap moments later, winding him.
DCMC band member LUCKY, the tall man with thick curled hair, enters. He is indeed the amnesic DUSTER, now over thirty-years-old and wearing the same clothing from his life in TAZMILY. There is little sign of aging in his face.
Duster! I mean, Lucky.
Hello, who are you? How did you get in here?
LUCAS rolls off the chair, catching his breath.
Mr. Wess told me to come find you.
Do you remember us?
You look like someone I know.
Like from a dream, almost.
A second band member enters. This is OJ, a man as tall as DUSTER with blonde hair and sideburns. Behind him are BACCIO, sporting a thicker patch of blonde and dark sunglasses; MAGIC, whose head is shaved except for the gelled mohawk; and SHIMMY ZMIZZ, decked out in shoulder-length beaded dreads. They are dressed similarly, with white pants and suede jackets.
Hey, Lucky! Tonda Gossa, man.
What's the dealio? Some kind of
meeting or what?
Got me. Apparently security's been
slacking 'round here.
Oh, sorry kid. We're done with the
autograph signing tonight.
KUMATORA enters, slamming the door behind herself. All stare at her and she glares back, then puts on her blue dress again.
I swear, if that fat freak touches
my ass one more time, I'll shove my
foot up his.
Good, you're here. Let's make this quick.
All band members except DUSTER take a seat on the sofa or bed. KUMATORA approaches.
I'm sorry I have to do this, and sorry
for any confusion this has caused, but
Lucky you aren't who you think you are.
There is an audible response from the band members.
I know you've told me before.
Right, and now I'm telling you for the
last time. Your name is Duster, not
Lucky. You grew up in Tazmily before
the Pigs came. You were with me when
Hinawa had her twins and when the
forest caught fire.
I'm sorry, but none of this is ringing
a bell. This is my life. It's all I've
That's not true.
(pointing to LUCAS)
Look at that kid there and tell me
you don't know who he is.
I don't know. He looks kinda familiar-
And what about this?
She snatches his hair and pulls. It is a wig, beneath which his natural hair is much shorter, unkempt. KUMATORA brushes it back to reveal a scar on DUSTER's forehead.
There. It's from when you fell in Osohe
Castle the night you and Old Man Wess
snuck in to get the Egg. We were swept
out from the waterway into the river,
where we lost you.
BACCIO whistles. The rest of the DCMC is silent.
If you could just tell us what happened-
How do you know about the Egg!
It's the Egg of Light. You and the
geezer were meant to keep track of it.
DUSTER shuffles past LUCAS to the armchair and sits quietly for a moment. The scene transitions into a memory.
EXT : RIVER : AFTERNOON :
A younger, dazed DUSTER crawls up the riverbank with the Egg of Light cradled against his chest like a child. He is dripping wet, stumbling into the woods.
I woke up on the bank of some river,
lost and terrified. The only thing I
really knew about myself was that this
Egg was important and I had to take
care of it.
DUSTER continues through the forest. The sound of machinery is heard. He moves in that direction.
It was a matter of life and death,
but if I died I had to make sure the
Egg was safe first. I heard some
people nearby, and I can't explain
the feeling that I got other than it
made me nervous.
Past the trees, PIGMASKS are hard at work clearing away the forest with bulldozers and logging equipment.
They couldn't know about the Egg, so
I hid it in a small valley not far
from here and kept going.
DUSTER retreats into the forest again and the memory ends.
INT : CLUB TITIBOO : LUCKY'S ROOM : NIGHT :
KUMATORA stands before DUSTER, who looks up after his story is finished.
Unknown Valley. That's just past the falls.
Could you take us there?
I could. I remember exactly the spot, it's
never left my mind.
Dude, Lucky, you never told us this.
Why tell her and this kid?
There is no response. KUMATORA puts both hands on DUSTER's forehead and waits, eyes closed. Seconds later, she backs off. DUSTER is pale with shock.
How is that possible!
I've transferred my own memories of
you into your head. I know it's not
perfect, but maybe it'll help jar
you a bit.
Wait, say what?
Why didn't you do that before?
I was told to wait for you. Again, I'll
explain all this later. We can't waste
any more time here.
Are you coming with us or not? If just
for the Egg. A lot is riding on this.
That Egg belongs to the people of Tazmily.
We're not asking you to give up the band,
but please take us to the Egg, Duster.
You can come back then, live as Lucky the
rest of your life. That's your choice,
but this is for something much bigger
than us, and it is about life and death.
Silence follows. DUSTER hesitates before standing, moves over to a bureau, and pulls out a leather knapsack that he straps across one shoulder.
I don't know what to believe, but I
can't ignore this. I'll take you to
KUMATORA smiles, patting LUCAS, who smiles in return. BONEY wags his tail.
All band members stand. They form a circle around DUSTER, shake hands and embrace.
Come back to us soon, man.
Nantekodda, my brother.
Farewell and good luck to you.
There was never a better bass player
than our man, Lucky.
The well-wishing continues as the scene ends.
EXT : TAZMILY VILLAGE : RETIREMENT CENTER : LATE NIGHT :
Across the moonlit sky, a small black shape wheels in over the village, its sights honed on one building in particular.
There is a flutter of wings as the carrier pigeon alights on a windowsill and slips between the bars. It glides the rest of the way down, to a rusted metal serving cart illuminated by moonlight.
In the darkness, WESS wraps his hands around the pigeon and, with trembling hands and tears in his eyes, takes it to its cage.
(stroking pigeon, whispering)
The pigeon pokes about its cage before settling down to sleep.
END ACT SIX.