By David Meade
The entire high-concept Treatment Project Omega – Planet X is available on request. It’s about a 30-page document.
On a personal level, I enjoy movies and I think Hollywood does a good job producing and promoting them. Over this last weekend I thought to myself – you know, it’s time Hollywood did a movie on my topic.
The point is that a movie is visual, and we are visual people. So I set out to write what in the California movie business is called a Treatment. It’s a long-term synopsis of the plot of a movie.
After I wrote it out, I thought that it showed a lot about not only the topic but about ourselves. So in the next 4 articles, in installments, ON THE PLANET X NEWS SITE, I’LL PUBLISH THE TREATMENT.
By the way, there are multiple ending scenarios for the final scenes. I only list one in the Treatment. I do request that your Development Executive first and foremost read my latest book, published in October of 2017, “The End of Days – Planet X & Beyond.” The profile information contained in the book and an understanding of it is essential. Kindly read it before contacting me – it will answer a lot of questions.
And here, for the serious student of film, is the OPENING SCENE in Screenplay format.
PROJECT OMEGA – PLANET X – SCREENPLAY OPENING SCENE
© David Meade 2017
“BAD MOON RISING” plays faintly on a 50s-style jukebox.
ESTABLISHING – CALIFORNIA MOUNTAINS
Just outside a MAJOR OBSERVATORY, there is a small rustic-looking DINER. The SKY, far removed from urban light pollution, is teeming with STARS.
INT. DINER – NIGHT
“BAD MOON RISING” continues playing, more loudly and clearly.
DAVID TAYLOR (30s) sits alone in a BOOTH by the WINDOW. He rips open a SUGAR PACKET and pours it into his BLACK COFFEE.
ON THE SURFACE OF THE COFFEE CUP –
SUGAR PARTICLES swirl around in galaxy-like patterns. A STIR-STICK then enters the microcosmic scene, upsetting the flow of the SUGAR PARTICLES. They DISSOLVE.
BACK TO DAVID
David takes the STIR-STICK out and sips the COFFEE. Then he takes out his SMARTPHONE, checks the screen, and glances ANXIOUSLY out the window.
“BAD MOON RISING” continues to play, slowly FADING OUT.
The DOOR of the diner swings open, setting off the DOOR CHIME. A MAN IN A SUIT (50s to 60s) walks in with a BRIEFCASE. He CAUTIOUSLY scans the room, and spots David.
David nods, and the man approaches David’s TABLE. He sits across from David and lays the BRIEFCASE on the table.
MAN IN SUIT
I take it you’re Mr. Taylor.
Yes. David Taylor, Rocky Mountain News. And
you said your name was … ?
MAN IN SUIT
I didn’t, but you can call me Willis.
The man now known as WILLIS opens the BRIEFCASE.
So, you want to know about Planet X.
Willis takes a FULL-COLOR PHOTOGRAPH out of the briefcase and shows it to David.
Holy shit …
THE PHOTOGRAPH –
Shows a huge, fiery-red PLANET with a prominent GASEOUS TRAIL. The DESIGNATION printed on the photograph shows the DATE AND TIME STAMP.
I was involved with the research team
that saw Planet X on the WISE.
The WISE being … ?
The Wide-field Infrared Survey
Explorer. It’s an astronomical space
telescope that was launched by NASA
in December of 2009.
And you’re employed directly by NASA?
I never said that.
Right. So how close, would you
estimate, is Planet X to colliding
with the Earth right now?
No, ‘colliding’ is the wrong word. All
it needs to do is pass through our
solar system to cause cataclysmic
Pass through our solar system? I
thought it is part of our solar
No. Although it intercepts our system,
it belongs to System X, which
currently resides in the constellation
Pisces. The system orbits a clearly-
visible dark red star, which we’ve
classified as an “Unidentified Object”
known only as IC 5835. Planet X, in
its natural orbit, only passes through
our system once every 3,600 years.
And, let me guess, the government has
been keeping this from the public for
years, hasn’t it?
Decades. They control the mass media.
But I’m sure you know this.
The comment hits a nerve, as if he’s insulted David directly.
Only if we let them. I don’t intend to.
I’m talking about the TV networks.
It’s what we in the Agency used to call
the Gaslight Phenomenon. The government,
speaking through the media, tells you
blatant lies, but you’re bombarded with
so many visuals – completely irrelevant
images – that you accept them and seek
no further explanation.
But you do realize some of us in the
media actually consider it our duty
to expose these lies, rather than
Kid, I wouldn’t be talking to you if I
didn’t. Hell, if the powers-that-be
knew that I not only had these
documents, but was releasing them to
an ethics-abiding journalist such as
yourself … It wouldn’t be good.
So then, answer my question. How much
time do we have until, for lack of a
better word, all hell breaks loose?
Three days. We have three days.
Mother of God …
As you can see, we don’t have much
time, so pay attention. There’s a
program classified Above Top Secret
known only as “Indigo Skyfold”. It’s
run by Project Omega, based out of
And this Project Omega is … ?
The interdepartmental cooperative
think-tank of nearly every clandestine
agency the government claims doesn’t
exist. And if all goes according to
plan – and that’s a big IF – you’ll be
the first private citizen to ever put
it in print.
Willis opens a hidden COMPARTMENT in the BRIEFCASE and takes out several DOCUMENTS.
Their CONVERSATION continues, INDISTINCT.
A RAPID TIME LAPSE shows PATRONS getting up and leaving, a WAITRESS making rounds, and the SUN SETTING as seen through the WINDOWS.
At NIGHT, the last few OTHER PATRONS pay their bill and leave. David and Willis are the last remaining customers.
Time returns to NORMAL PACE.
AT THE TABLE –
David and Willis continue talking, and their conversation returns to NORMAL VOLUME.
David is just barely able to grasp this new information.
Well, this has been … illuminating. To
say the least.
Willis shows David an ENVELOPE.
The ENVELOPE is marked “COMPARTMENTALIZED AND SECRET” with a distinct STAMP.
BACK TO SCENE
Just remember this stamp. Any document
that’s relevant to your investigation
will have this stamp on it. That’s how
the cover-up operates.
Willis gathers his documents, placing them back in the brief case. David finishes his coffee.
The WAITRESS approaches their table, carrying a COFFEE POT.
Need me to refill that for you?
He holds out his COFFEE CUP and the Waitress fills it.
How late are you open?
‘Til the end of time.
We’re open 24 hours, 7 days a week.
Can I get you guys something to eat?
Just the bill, please.
She walks away.
Willis takes out his WALLET. David stops him.
Don’t worry about that. I got it.
It’s the least I can do. And thanks,
All right. You take care, Mr. Taylor.
They SHAKE HANDS.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE DINER – NIGHT
Willis opens the DOOR and steps outside. It CHIMES as he exits.
He walks to his CAR, parked in the LOT about 100 feet away.
INSIDE THE DINER –
David hands the Waitress his CREDIT CARD. He stares absently out the WINDOW.
P.O.V. DAVID –
David’s elongated, translucent REFLECTION is caught on the glass of the WINDOW. He looks past it.
Instead, his eyes trail WILLIS as he walks to his own CAR and gets inside.
SECONDS LATER –
A LOUD EXPLOSION. A column of FLAME and SMOKE engulfs Willis’ CAR.
DAVID’S REFLECTION shows livid HORROR for a split second. He dives beneath the TABLE, just before the GLASS SHATTERS.
DEBRIS flies in through the window.
The Waitress ducks behind the COUNTER, utterly terrified.
BACK TO DAVID
David’s ear drums are causing temporary hearing loss. He looks around, and sees BROKEN GLASS strewn alongside UPTURNED TABLES AND CHAIRS, while DUST settles.
MINUTES PASS as David grimaces in pain, struggles to regain his bearings, finds his PHONE.
MINUTES LATER –
POLICE LIGHTS flash through the BROKEN WINDOWS. David is still under the table, recovering from shock.
EXT. PARKING LOT – LATER THAT NIGHT
David sits on a STRETCHER outside an AMBULANCE, getting checked by PARAMEDICS.
His HEARING has returned. All he hears is SIRENS and commotion.
The PARAMEDICS check his VITAL SIGNS to confirm he is stable. Then the POLICE question him.
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