EXT MEADOW DUSK

SUPER: EARTH POPULATION [SPINS DOWN TO] 10 MILLION

Asteroid chunks drift peacefully in the night sky. Stars. Complete darkness over the landscape except, smoke rises from the chimney of an old hillbilly shack with an attached shed. Flickering lamp light streams out. HAMMERING METAL.

INT STANNER SHED DUSK

Dirt floor. It could be Abe Lincoln’s childhood cabin. A greasy hand reaches out from under something covered in canvas, resting on…wide tires. A GRAVEL voice.

JOHN STANNER

Five eights.

CHARLIE, a dirty, disheveled eight-year-old boy, grabs the correct wrench. Places it in the worn and scarred hand, wide-eyed.

CHARLIE

Can I help?

JOHN

You are helping.

CHARLIE

Are we close?

John slides out from under the car. He’s rough. Scars. Mid 40s. Sees his boys face.

JOHN

Question is, what would your old man do if we ever finished?

CHARLIE

We can do anything!

JOHN

Don’t ever forget it.

DISTANT GUNFIRE, EXPLOSIONS. John blows out the oil lantern and Charlie dashes instinctively. This is routine. His father dusts off slowly. Charlie returns with a rifle and pistol belt, handing them to his father.

CHARLIE

Take me with you. I can help!

JOHN

This is my job.

CHARLIE

…I can count your shots! Hand you ammo!

JOHN

There’s something more important for you to do. You’ll get your chance. Now, you hide.

Charlie Nods. EXPLOSIONS in the distance. The sound of SCREAMING craft flying overhead. John looks up.

JOHN

Really in a tizzy this time.

Rushes through the shack. Charlie follows.

EXT STANNER SHACK DUSK

John bursts out the front door. Men in rough camo uniforms wait.

RESISTANCE FIGHTER

They found you John.

The man nods toward Charlie

RESISTANCE FIGHTER

Better take the fight to them.

John looks over his shoulder at his Son.

JOHN

Follow your instincts Charlie. Do your part.

John turns to men and leaves.

CHARLIE

Dad?

Charlie watches his father go.