Hi all — here is the current working script for PATRA, the next film-segment that follows on from SUNRIDER. I hope to shoot this film sometime in the fall.
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PATRICK and PETRA are siblings, both SUNRIDERS, who share PETRA’s body. They are a multiple network, to use the psychological term. Their respective consciousnesses take turns at the "helm" piloting the body. When their consciousnesses are fully merged and at the helm as a single entity they are known as PATRA, otherwise they are known by their respective names. This script follows directly on from SUNRIDER.
EXT. GARDEN. DAY
PATRICK and PETRA are fighting, rapid-fire. They talk over one other, obliquely on the topic of LAILA, but peppered in with many minor disputes about how time is spent in their shared body.
INT. PATRA’S ROOM. NIGHT.
PETRA wakes up. No, PATRICK. No, PETRA. Montage of a struggle for control. Then PATRA suddenly falls back asleep.
EXT. GARDEN. DAY.
Stalemate. PATRICK and PETRA look at each other coldly.
Look. You’re busy in the evening, right? Let me take the helm until early afternoon.
(sighs) I thought we were doing whole days for a while.
Please. I’ll let you have two whole day next week. I just…
PETRA looks up at PATRICK, and softens.
We are off grains this week and I want to go to yoga in the morning, okay? Set an alarm if you have to. No trash food. NO sugar. And don’t make her uncomfortable.
Okay, jeez. Deal?
They shake hands and--
INT. PATRA’S ROOM. DAY.
PATRICK wakes up. He puts on a binder, shaves his nonexistent moustache, and flips his wristband over to blue (PATRICK’s color). He pulls on his Sunrider outfit and heads to the kitchen.
EXT. FIELD. DAY.
LAILA runs breathlessly across the field abutting SolTerra Sun Village, where she lives with PATRA and many other Sunriders.
INT. PATRA AND LAILA’S KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM. DAY.
The door opens and LAILA bursts through. PATRICK has his back to her, making pancakes in a pan.
PATRICK turns around.
It’s okay. I know it was supposed to be Petra’s day today.
You two fighting more lately?
I don’t want to talk about it. You hungry? I made your favorite…
LAILA looks at PATRICK, forlorn.
You’re disconnected. What happened?
I don’t want to talk about it.
PATRICK steps toward LAILA, hand outstretched.
Need a boost?
LAILA shrinks away.
C’mon. Lemme help you.
I...is it safe?
Why wouldn’t it be?
I don’t know…
PATRICK reaches out and touches LAILA. His energy surrounds her. LAILA shudders and rolls forward.
AURORA, with many faces, singular and clustered, peppered throughout. Images of nature. LAILA in the garden. MAAYA contracting in the Disconnection Den. MAAYA reaching out to touch LAILA and recoiling. LAILA disconnecting. PATRICK and PETRA fighting. PATRICK in his garden form putting his arms around LAILA, leaning in to kiss her, LAILA pulling away, PATRICK turning away, shame-faced.
INT. PATRA AND LAILA’S KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM. DAY.
LAILA slumps into PETRA’s arms. LAILA notices and stiffens, before realizing that it’s PETRA, and relaxing.
LAILA feels drunk. Words are hard.
...is this safe?
Yes. Aurora says you’ll be fully reconnected in the next couple of hours. I’m sorry this happened to you.
LAILA tries to take a step and almost falls. She giggles.
Easy, tiger. Listen to me. I’m going to pull back now.
PETRA’s energy starts to pull back from LAILA.
It’s okay...just a few more hours, and you’ll be all connected again. Don’t worry. We just went pretty deep, is all. Can you walk?
That’s good. Still, you should lie down, or you’ll get a migraine. We had to remove something that was deep in you. You need to ground.
What was it?
Something...dark. I don’t know. It was...new to me. But it’s gone now. Where--
Don’t ask me. Please. Aurora knows. She’s...she’ll tell you...if you need to know. I can’t tell anybody else. Please...trust me.
Okay. I’m going to stop touching you now. Okay?
PETRA’s energy fully disentangles from LAILA’s and she lets go. LAILA slumps into a chair. Close-up on LAILA’s face in the chair as PETRA walks over to the stovetop to see what PATRICK was making.
Pancakes again? Dammit Patrick.
(turning to LAILA)
Were you really going to let me eat these?
LAILA, distracted, looks out a window.
(distracted) I like them. He sucks at dinner but he’s great at...breakfast. Plus these ones have strawberries in them, by the look of them. I love strawberries! Wow I’m hungry…
Patrick probably made them for you, knowing him. I’ve told him that we’re not eating grains this week.
PETRA peels back her clothes, takes off her binder, and pulls her clothes back on. She flips the wristband over to green.
While this is happening, LAILA is listening to a tune that only she can hear, plus the ghost imprints of MAAYA’s and AURORA’s voices. Everything is swirling in her mind, and we hear it audially. Upon hearing PETRA’s voice she comes back to reality.
What time is it?
(under her breath)
I wanted to go to yoga this morning!
PETRA emphatically puts a stack of pancakes in front of LAILA, who tucks in gratefully.
I don’t know what to tell you, PETRA. You two fighting more lately?
No more than usual.
LAILA reaches out and takes PETRA by the hand, limply, her eyes half closed.
(as if drunk)
I’m always here if you need to talk, you know.
"Here." Like...where even are we, y’know?
I want to talk, love, but it’s about you, and Patrick gets really distressed when we talk about him behind his back.
PETRA’s face flickers, and PATRICK momentarily reemerges. Then PETRA takes control again. LAILA looks on wearily with concern.