"On the Shoulders of Giants"
A work in progress...
(c) 2006 Walter Beals
Well, I've started writing. I thought I'd share my first scene:
(TRICIA is skipping along the road to visit her grandfather when she discovers a coin in the dirt.)
TRICIA: Oh, what is that? (She bends down to pick up the coin.) It’s a coin! I’ve heard Grandpa talk about these. It’s too bad we don’t use coins today. They sure are pretty. (She rubs the coin clean on her shirt, looks closer at the coin) Oh, I can just make out the date on it, two-thousand and six. Wow! That was 50 years ago! (She puts it in her pocket) I can’t wait to show it to Grandpa.
(TRICIA continues skipping along the road until she comes across ANDY who has a bath towel wrapped around his neck like a cape, and is dramatically speaking to an invisible foe.)
ANDY: Freeze, Doctor Destructo! I am Captain Courageous! I am here to stop your sinister plan to destroy the world! Your evil minions were no match for me, and I am here to stop you. It’s now just you, and me!
TRICIA: Hello!
ANDY: (startled) Oh, hi Tricia. What are you doing out here?
TRICIA: I’m on my way to visit my grandpa. Can I play superheroes with you Andy?
ANDY: No you can’t. And it’s not “Andy” it’s Captain Courageous! (dramatic pose)
TRICIA: Why not? I could be a great superhero. I could fly, or have super strength. Maybe all my powers could come from this ancient coin! (TRICIA pulls the coin from her pocket and hands it to ANDY.)
ANDY: Ancient?
TRICIA: Yeah, look at the date on it.
ANDY: (Reads) Two-thousand and six.
TRICIA: It’s 50 years old!
ANDY: (Tossing the coin back) Whatever. My dad has a whole box of these old coins. And besides, you’re a girl. Girls can’t be superheroes.
TRICIA: But…
ANDY: Girls just don’t have what it takes.
TRICIA: But…
ANDY: Now leave me alone. I was just about to stop Doctor Destructo’s evil plan.
(TRICIA leaves ANDY to his game, gloomily finishing her trek to GRANDPA’s house. She knocks several times at his door, and after receiving no response; she opens the door and steps inside. Inside, GRANDPA is rummaging through a box of tools, mumbling to himself, completely oblivious to the fact that she was knocking at the door, and has just walked inside.)
TRICIA: Hi Grandpa.
GRANDPA: (startled) Oh my! Oh, it’s you, Tricia! Oh it’s so good to see you. I was just looking for a tool to do the final adjustments to my latest invention.
TRICIA: Invention? What have you made this time, Grandpa?
GRANDPA: I call it “The Window.” It’s almost finished. I’ve been working on it all morning.
TRICIA: Can you show me what it does?
GRANDPA: I would love to, but I can’t find a special tool I need. It’s very small.
TRICIA: Can I help you find it?
GRANDPA: Oh, no. It’s okay. I need to take a break from this thing anyway. And your visit is the perfect excuse to set it aside. Come, come, sit down and talk to your old Grandpa. It sure is nice to see you. (She sits. He notices her melancholy state.) Is everything okay, Trish? You’re not your usual chipper self.
TRICIA: Well…
GRANDPA: You’re not having trouble with school are you?
TRICIA: No, it’s my friend Andy. He won’t let me play with him. He says I can’t play superheroes with him because I’m a girl. I wish I really was a superhero, and then I’d show him.
GRANDPA: A hero you say?
TRICIA: A superhero! I wish I could fly, or had super strength. I could summon my powers from this ancient coin I found.
GRANDPA: Coin?
TRICIA: Yeah, check it out, Grandpa, I found it on the road. It’s 50 years old. (She hands it to him.)
GRANDPA: (reminiscing) Ah, yes, I remember using these. (He hands her the coin) You know, Trish, your friend Andy is just pretending to be a superhero. I know a way you could become a real superhero.
TRICIA: A real superhero?
GRANDPA: Yes. You see there are real superheroes out in the world today.
TRICIA: There are?
GRANDPA: Yes, and they’re called scientists.
TRICIA: (skeptical) Scientists grandpa? Like you?
GRANDPA: Yes, just like me.
TRICIA: But superheroes are brave and have powers to save people and make the world a better place! Scientists just sit around in white coats and look in microscopes and write weird formulas on chalkboards.
GRANDPA: Have you ever heard of Dr. Nagas and his team of scientists?
TRICIA: Yes, my teacher told us about him. Something about some old disease called cancer?
GRANDPA: That’s right. Fifty years ago, back when your coin was made, in the United States alone, over half a million people a year would die from cancer.
TRICIA: And Dr. Nagas and his team were the ones to find a cure for cancer?
GRANDPA: That’s right.
TRICIA: So scientists are like superheroes because they save lives?
GRANDPA: Exactly. And they also make the world a better place.
TRICIA: What do you mean, Grandpa?
GRANDPA: Did you know that people used to drive cars that ran on gasoline?
TRICIA: Yes. They told us about that in school. They said that cars used to let off a lot of icky black smoke into the air, something they called…
GRANDPA: Smog?
TRICIA: Yes, that’s it, smog. My teacher told me that in some of the larger cities the smog would be so thick it would actually turn the sky brown.
GRANDPA: Yes, I remember that. And if it weren’t for scientists coming up with cleaner burning fuels, we’d still have that problem.
TRICIA: I do like clean air, Grandpa.
GRANDPA: Yes, so do I.
TRICIA: So Grandpa, what you’re telling me is that scientists are the real heroes because they save lives and make the world a better place?
GRANDPA: That’s exactly right. And they do so much more than that.
TRICIA: They do? Tell me more!
GRANDPA: (laughs) Of course I will. But first let me find the right book.
TRICIA: Book? Oh, that’s right, like my E.R.P. unit.
GRANDPA: E.R.P.?
TRICIA: Electronic Reading Pad. It’s like a book, but you don’t have to turn pages.
GRANDPA: Oh. I guess I’m just old fashioned. I like turning the pages. (He finds the right book) Oh, here we are! Now if you want to learn more about scientists, we should do some reading about the scientists of the past.
TRICIA: But Grandpa, why are scientists of the past important. Aren’t they dead and long gone?
GRANDPA: A great scientist long ago once said, "If I have seen further, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants." Do you understand what that means, Tricia?
TRICIA: Does it mean that in the long-long ago there were giants? (She jumps around, pretending to be a giant) Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman…