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The Climactic Scene of My Sci-fi Action Adventure Movie Chronosphere

by Liam Eagle

SETTING: THE END OF TIME

ZIP ZASKY stumbles out of the glowing ring of his time-portal and falls to his knees, exhausted, on the blasted ground of the end of time.

WIDE SHOT: ZZ is tiny in the middle of the grey wasteland. Thick mists are whipped by fierce winds. Light and space-rays flash in the sky.

CLOSE UP: of ZZ's face as he struggles to regain his composure after the jarring time travel. Suddenly, a steel boot from outside the shot smashes ZZ's face.

ZZ lies, smashed, on the ground. DARK MAXIMUM stands over him, sneering and clenching his huge fists.

DM: You ought to have known, Zasky, that I would be ready for you. He picks him up and smashes him again.

ZZ Crawls slowly away from DM, who watches, laughing.

DM: You were the only thing that stood in the way of my the fulfillment of my plan, yet you are hardly a match for me. He picks ZZ up by his feet and throws him into the air, letting him smash back to the ground.

ZZ: I thought we were friends, Maximo; two fatherless Time Rangers. No doubt, we shared that.

DM: We were friends, Zasky. I counted nobody closer until, when I revealed my evil plan, you turned against me. It makes smashing you that much more painful. But once I finish you here, I'll return home to the year 2512, and unleash my plan. By travelling back in time and placing powerful bombs in hundreds of the world's historical monuments, works of art and public gathering places, even as they were being constructed, I have created a situation in which I hold the power to explode mankind's most treasured landscapes, people and artifacts. They will be forced to meet my demands of total ritches and extreme power... I only wish you had joined me, Zasky.

ZZ: I'll never join you, Maximo. I'm not like you. Using the last of his strength, he hurls himself at DM

DM: Catches him easily, but instead of smashing him, holds him in a bear hug. ZZ's ribs creak. The two are face-to-face.

We are more alike than you know, Zasky. If you won't join me as a friend, perhaps you will join me as... my son.

he lets ZZ go

ZZ: No...

DM: That's right, Zip. I am your father.

ZZ: Takes out the locket his wears around his neck that was given to him by the father he never knew.

It's not true...

DM: It's true, Zip. "Follow your heart, son," he reads along with the locket's inscription

And if you won't join me as my son, then I'll smash you as my enemy. He smashes ZZ tremendously

ZZ: Bloodied and struggling to speak You know, you're right Maximo. We're not so different. You too have a locket from your father...

DM takes out his locket

ZZ: ...me.

DM: Impossible!

ZZ: By travelling back in time and impregnating your mother, my grandmother, I became your father, and I left you a locket like mine... But, unlike mine, your locket contains a powerful bomb.

DM: No...

ZZ: Reading along with the locket's inscription "Sayonara, asshole"

He presses a button on his wrist and DM explodes in a tremendous ball of fire.

Something about Zip Zasky exploding, or imploding, or whatever you do when you just exploded your father and discovered that you're your own grandfather.
 

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