Advisor
Alice Guy-Blache (Owner of AGB Studios)
Amara (Queen Charlotte Assistant)
Anna ( Indonesian 20 something Female)
Aunt Jennifer Davis (Star and Trey's Aunt)
Brandon (Trey's High School Friend)
Butler Man
Chinese Trader
Cindy Thompson (12-18 Star's High School Friend)
Customer
Cynthia Smith (Malik's Mom)
David Little (Malcolm's Dad)
Dekalb County Representative
Delivery Person
Dutch Settler
Emir Abu
Granddad Kevin Adams
Grandmother Lyann Adams
Indigenous Tribesperson
Javanese Sultan
Jazmin Wright
Jewel Wright ( Professor)
Josh (Shopkeeper)
King Alara (Malik)
Lady Ashford
Lady Craven
Lady-In-Waiting Beatrice
Lauren Davis (8-12 girls)
Layla Davis (8-12 girls)
Local Artisan
Young Malcolm Little (6-8 Malik's High School Friend)
Malcolm Little (15-18 Malik's High School Friend)
Malcolm Little (18-25 Malik's High School Friend)
Malik Smith (15-18)
Malik Smith (Male Lead)
Maliks' Assistant (Keith Francis)
Mansa Musa
Marcus Washington (Henchman)
Matron
Mayor's Assistant (Travis Johnson)
Merchant 1
Merchant 2
Merchant 3
Mr. Keys (Book Store Owner)
Mr. Wilson ( Bank CEO)
Noble 1
Noble 2
Noble 3
Pharaoh Tutankhamun (17-20)
Prince Heqanefer
Queen Charlotte
Queen Kasaqa (Star)
Richard Smith (Malik's Dad)
School Administrator (Tiffany Jordan)
Shadowy Figure
Sharon Little (Malcolm's Mom)
Simone Walker ( Malcolm's Girl Friend)
Street Vendor
Student 1 (High School)
Student 2 (High School)
Student 3 (High School)
Sultan- Al- Nasir
The Mayor
Tom (The Banker)
Tourist
Treasure Star Adams (8-12)
Treasure Star Adams (15-18)
Trenton Adams ((Star and Trey's Dad)
Trey Adams (8-12 Star's Brother)
Trey Adams (18-25 Star's Brother)
Trinity Adams (Star and Trey's Mom)
Uncle Leonard Davis (Star and Trey's Uncle)
Vizier
Waitress (Female) Pizzeria
Wilberforce
Young Boy (High School Student)
EXT. CAIRO STREETS - DAY - YEAR 1324 TRAVEL
Malik finds himself amidst the bustling streets of Cairo, transformed into the regal figure of Mansa Musa. The air is filled with the sounds and scents of an ancient city. Mansa Musa, dressed in splendid robes, surveys the scene with awe and determination. His entourage, adorned with gold and bearing gifts, follows closely behind.
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EXT. CAIRO MARKET - DAY
The market is abuzz with activity as Mansa Musa’s caravan passes through, drawing the attention of merchants and onlookers alike. Gold coins are handed out freely, and Musa's generosity leaves the crowd in awe.
CUT TO:
INT. ROYAL PALACE, AL-NASIR’S THRONE ROOM - DAY
A subordinate escorts Mansa Musa into Sultan al-Nasir's opulent throne room. The sultan sits on a grand throne, his eyes fixed on the approaching king.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (welcoming, but with a hint of expectation.)
Welcome, Mansa Musa of Mali. It is an honor to receive such a distinguished guest.
MANSA MUSA: (bowing slightly, but with reluctance)
I am honored by your welcome, Sultan al-Nasir. However, I must decline your invitation for an audience. My pilgrimage to Mecca demands my immediate attention.
The sultan’s face darkens slightly at Musa’s refusal. The tension in the room becomes palpable.
EMIR ABU: (whispering to al-Nasir) Your Majesty, he finds our customs repugnant. He will not kiss the ground or your hand.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (raising his voice, trying to maintain composure) Is it not customary to show respect in this manner?
Mansa Musa stands firm, his eyes meeting al-Nasir’s without flinching.
MANSA MUSA: Respect is earned, not commanded. I mean no disrespect, but I must remain faithful to my beliefs.
The room grows silent, and the air thick with tension. Finally, al-Nasir gestures for peace.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (sighing, relenting) Very well. Let us greet as equals.
The two rulers exchange a formal yet respectful greeting. The tension dissipates, and al-Nasir gestures for Musa to take a seat.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (smiling slightly) You bring great wealth and honor to Cairo, Mansa Musa. Please, allow us to provide for you and your entourage.
MANSA MUSA: (nodding gratefully) Your hospitality is greatly appreciated, Sultan al-Nasir. And as a token of our friendship, I leave a portion of Mali’s wealth with you.
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EXT. CAIRO STREETS - DAY
Mansa Musa’s caravan continues its journey through Cairo. Gold coins and extravagant gifts are distributed generously among the people. The streets glisten with the golden tokens of Musa’s wealth, and the people cheer with joy.
NARRATOR (V.O.): From the markets of Cairo to royal offices and the impoverished people who crossed his path, Mansa Musa’s generosity left the streets littered with gold—a resource greatly appreciated and in short supply.
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INT. ROYAL PALACE, AL-NASIR’S THRONE ROOM - NIGHT
Sultan al-Nasir sits with his advisors, discussing the impact of Mansa Musa’s visit.
ADVISOR: Your Majesty, the gold Musa has given is already flooding the markets. The economy is reacting.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (concerned, but thoughtful)
Yes, his intentions were noble, but we must manage the fallout carefully.
NARRATOR (V.O.): Though well-intentioned, Mansa Musa’s gold gifts depreciated the metal's value in Egypt, causing the economy to take a major hit. It took twelve years for the community to recover.
CUT TO:
EXT. CAIRO STREETS - DAY
The bustling streets of Cairo are a stark contrast to the earlier scenes of joy. The people, now burdened by the economic downturn, struggle to make ends meet.
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INT. MALIK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Malik is suddenly back in his room, the light fading as he reorients himself. He sits down, overwhelmed by the experience but filled with a deeper understanding of history.
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 91]
[SCENE 80]-TRAVEL - MOVIE STUDIO
CUT TO:
INT. ALICE GUY-BLACHÉ'S FILM STUDIO - DAY
Star appears amidst the bustling activity of an early film studio. She looks around in awe, realizing she has traveled back in time to witness the pioneering work of Alice Guy-Blaché.
INT. ALICE GUY-BLACHÉ'S FILM STUDIO - DAY
Star finds herself in the bustling activity of an early film studio. She looks around in wonder, realizing she has traveled back in time to witness the pioneering work of Alice Guy-Blaché.
STAR:(To herself) Wow, this is incredible!
As she explores the studio, Star overhears a conversation between Alice and her crew.
TREY: What’s incredible?
ALICE: (Animated) Alright, everyone, let's get to work! We have a lot to accomplish today.
STAR: Alice! Star looks around the set in utter amazement.
TREY: Who is Alice, and where are you?
CREW MEMBER:(Excited)What's on the agenda, Alice?
ALICE: (Enthusiastic) We're continuing work on "Matrimony's Speed Limit." I want to explore the idea of marriage as an equal partnership that breaks away from traditional roles.
Another crew member approaches Alice with a script in hand.
SCRIPTWRITER: Alice, I have the latest "In the Year 2000" draft ready for your review.
ALICE: (Glancing at the script) Excellent! This film will challenge gender roles and envision a future where equality reigns supreme.
Star watches in amazement as Alice effortlessly juggles multiple responsibilities.
TREY: Star, what’s going on?
STAR: She's truly a visionary.
As she continues to observe, Star notices the filming of an action scene featuring a female hero.
DIRECTOR: Alright, let's set up for the next scene of "Two Little Rangers." Our female leads are going to steal the show!
Star is inspired by the depiction of strong female characters onscreen.
STAR: (Admiring) This is groundbreaking.
Suddenly, Star notices a group of black actors preparing for a scene. She realizes they are filming "A Fool and His Money."
STAR: (Overwhelmed) One of the first films with an all-Black cast. Alice's commitment to diversity and representation is truly ahead of its time.
With newfound admiration for Alice Guy-Blaché and her pioneering spirit, Star continues to explore the studio, soaking in the sights and sounds of filmmaking history.
Star realized that she was in the middle of history with Alice Guy-Blaché she says Trey, can you hear me?
TREY: With irritation in his voice, he asked, What the hell is going on, and where are you?
STAR: I'm sorry, I am on the set with Alice Guy-Blaché; she is an amazing director.
TREY: Who is that? I don’t know anybody by that name. What timeline are you on?
STAR: I... I... I don’t know exactly; based on the dress, it looks like it was from the early 1900s, but I am not sure.
TREY: Star, can you come back now?? I have so many questions about what’s going on.
STAR: Yeah, I believe I can. (Star sits and focuses, concentrating on returning to her dorm.)
[END SCENE 80]
INT. PALACE CARRIAGE - DAY - TRAVEL - LONDON ENGLAND 1500’s
QUEEN CHARLOTTE (50s, regal but with a spark of mischief in her eyes) sits opposite her LADY-IN-WAITING, BEATRICE. The carriage rattles along the cobblestone streets of London. Charlotte steals a glance out the window, a flicker of longing crossing her face.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (murmuring) A beautiful day for a ride, wouldn't you say, Beatrice?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE:(startled) Indeed, Your Majesty. Though perhaps a little brisk for a gown of such delicate lace.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(a half smile) One must endure some discomfort for the sake of appearances, mustn't we?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE glances nervously out the carriage window, fearing the Queen's pronouncements might be overheard by passersby.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, what if someone hears you?
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (a sly smile) Beatrice, can a queen not dream of being somewhere else other than a palace or this carriage? Many may find it unroyal, but dreams are open to everyone.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, you are so right. Dreams are open to everyone.
(She continues looking out the carriage window in silence.)
LATER THAT DAY
INT. PALACE STUDY - DAY
Charlotte sits at her desk, surrounded by stacks of petitions and reports. A bust of a stern-faced KING GEORGE III (50s, already showing signs of mental illness) gazes down from a nearby shelf.
A young, idealistic MAN enters, his eyes wide with nervous excitement.
BUTLER MAN: Your Majesty, I come bearing news from the abolitionist movement.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(raising an eyebrow) Do tell, Mr...?
BUTLER MAN: William Wilberforce, Your Majesty. Charlotte gestures for him to sit.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Mr. Wilberforce, your stance on slavery is well-known. But you must understand, the Crown cannot openly endorse such a... divisive issue.
WILBERFORCE:(passionately)Divisive, Your Majesty? The trade in human lives is an abomination! Surely, with your influence...
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (interrupting gently) My influence lies in a delicate dance, Mr. Wilberforce. Pushing too hard could incite chaos. However, whispers can be just as powerful.
(Charlotte leans forward, her gaze intense.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(cont.) Tell me, Mr. Wilberforce, how can we make the whispers against slavery a deafening roar?
WILBERFORCE: Your Majesty, let me work on that whisper.
He stands, bows, thanks Queen Charlotte, and leaves the study.
LATER THAT NIGHT
INT. GRAND BALLROOM - NIGHT
A dazzling spectacle unfolds. Charlotte, a vision in diamonds and silk, greets dignitaries. But her eyes scan the room, searching. Guests in elaborate attire mingle, gossip buzzing like angry bees.
(Suddenly, she spots a group of ladies, the bluestockings – intellectuals shunned by some for their thirst for knowledge. They exchange a subtle nod.
She walks through and encounters some ladies discussing various topics, standing with a strained smile on her face.)
LADY ASHFORD: (whispering) Have you heard? The Duke is entertaining... questionable company again.
LADY CRAVEN: (clutching her pearls) Shocking! But one can't expect much from those with... foreign blood.
(Charlotte's smile vanishes for a moment. Amara appears behind her, discreetly offering a glass of champagne.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (taking the glass) Thank you, Amara.
LADY CRAVEN: (leaning in) Forgive my rudeness, Your Majesty, but whispers abound. Is it true you have... African ancestry?
(Charlotte meets her gaze with intense coolness and then smiles with pride before she speaks)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: My lineage is a tapestry woven from many threads. But a queen is judged by her actions, not her blood.
She takes a sip of champagne, the taste bitter on her tongue.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) Speaking of actions, have you ladies seen the latest reports on the slave trade? The conditions are barbaric.
LADY ASHFORD: (frowning) But surely, Your Majesty, the colonies need a strong workforce.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: There is a difference between workforce and human chattel. Perhaps we should explore alternative solutions? Education, perhaps?
Charlotte's words hang in the air, met with nervous glances.
LATER
Queen Charlotte sits in a secluded corner with two of the bluestockings, discussing philosophy. They weave conversations about human rights and freedom into their seemingly harmless discourse.
INT. QUEEN'S PRIVATE CHAMBER - NIGHT
(Charlotte removes her heavy jewels, revealing a weariness beneath the facade. A painting of a young, vibrant woman with African features hangs on the wall. Charlotte sits alone, a book on abolitionism open on her lap. Amara enters with a worried expression.)
AMARA: Word of your comments at the party has reached the King. He is not pleased.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(rising) Of course not. But change will not come from silence.
AMARA: You are a beacon, Your Majesty. But a single candle can be easily snuffed out.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Then perhaps I need to find a way to light more candles.
(Charlotte walks to the window, gazing out at the moonlit gardens.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) There are ways to influence the world without a crown. Ways that leave a mark on history, even if it goes unseen.
AMARA leaves the chamber. Charlotte sits there in silence, contemplating. She looks at the painting on the wall.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (to the painting) Mother, they see only the queen they wish to see. But you know the girl who arrived here, alone and afraid.
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 78]
[SCENE 60]-TRAVEL : BATIVA
INT. INDONESIAN MARKET - DAY
INT. BUSY PORT TOWN OF BATAVIA - 17TH CENTURY
[Anna, a 20-year-old Indonesian woman, steps into a bustling 17th-century market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vibrant scene before her: an outdoor market filled with the hustle and bustle of trade. The air is filled with the sounds of haggling, laughter, and the rich aromas of exotic spices and fresh produce.]
ANNA: (whispering to herself) Amazing... the craftsmanship, the entrepreneurship, the diversity...
[Anna walks through the market, admiring the array of goods displayed by Indigenous people of the West Indies. Intricate textiles, handmade crafts, and spices from distant lands fill the stalls, each representing a piece of the world brought together through trade.]
[The bustling port town of Batavia comes alive with activity, the air thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and the salty sea breeze. Ships with billowing sails line the harbor while merchants haggle over goods from distant lands. In the heart of Batavia, amidst the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions, a new society emerges. A society where diversity is celebrated, and unity is forged through shared experiences and mutual respect. And in this bustling metropolis, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, the spirit of resilience and adaptation thrives, as the people of Batavia navigate the complexities of colonial rule with ingenuity and grace.]
[During this vibrant scene, Anna navigates through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder. Her Eurasian-African heritage mirrors the diverse tapestry of this colonial outpost, where modern concepts of freedom are but a distant dream.]
[As Anna weaves through the market, her attention is drawn to a group of Dutch merchants unloading crates of goods from a ship docked at the harbor.]
MERCHANT 1: (To his companions) Be careful now; watch your step!
MERCHANT 2: (Excitedly) Aye, we've got a shipment of fine silks from the Orient!
MERCHANT 3: (Boasting) And remember the spices! Fresh from the Moluccas, the envy of every trader in these parts!
[Amidst the bustling activity, a stern matron leads a group of orphaned children toward a sizable colonial building, catching Anna's eye.]
MATRON: (Calling out to the children) Hurry along now, children! It's time for your lessons.
[Anna's curiosity is piqued by the sight of the orphanage, but she continues her exploration, eager to soak in the sights and sounds of this bustling colonial hub.]
[As Anna ventures further into the vibrant marketplace, her heart swells with a sense of adventure, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Batavia.]
MERCHANT 1: "Step right up, step right up! Finest silks from the Orient, guaranteed to make you the envy of the town!"
MERCHANT 2: "Fresh spices from the Moluccas! Taste the flavors of the East, right here in Batavia!"
MERCHANT 3: "Batiks from Java, woven with the skill of generations! Take home a piece of Indonesian craftsmanship today!"
[The merchants' voices blend into a lively chorus, attracting the attention of passersby as they weave through the bustling marketplace.]
ANNA: (Stops at a local Artisian picks up a piece of pottery) This is interesting!
LOCAL ARTISAN: Look at our other Beautiful pottery, handcrafted with love! Each piece tells a story of our rich heritage."
ANNA: Your wares are truly breathtaking, so much detail, history,...
(A tourist wanders over and interrupts Anna’s thoughts by speaking boldly and with pure delight.)
TOURIST: "Wow, these colors are amazing! I've never seen anything like it back home."
(As Anna Wanders further into the Market just taking in the spirit of a blended marketplace and people from all over coming together to do business. Anna observes the people taking in the lessons.)
ANNA: Entrepreneurship is the key to the strength of this community and the heart of the people. Without these independent business owners this market wouldn’t even exist. I have to remember that the key to growth is community. Wealth is in being a business owner.
[The local artisan smiles proudly, delighted by the tourist's admiration for their craft.]
STREET VENDOR: "Spicy noodles, hot off the wok! Come and get 'em while they're hot!"
CUSTOMER: "I'll take two, please! And make sure you load them up with extra chili sauce."
[The customer eagerly hands over their coins as the street vendor prepares their order with a skillful flourish.]
DUTCH SETTLER: "Another shipment of goods from the motherland, ready for trade! Our colonies will prosper with these riches."
INDIGENOUS TRIBESPERSON: "We welcome your trade, but remember, this land is also ours. Let us work together for mutual benefit."
[The Dutch settler nods, acknowledging the tribesperson's words with a sense of respect for the indigenous culture.]
JAVANESE SULTAN: "Ah, the sights and sounds of Batavia never cease to amaze me. Truly, this city is a testament to our resilience."
CHINESE TRADER: "Indeed, Your Highness. May our trade continue to prosper, bringing prosperity to all who call this city home."
[The Javanese sultan and Chinese trader clasp hands in a gesture of solidarity, their alliance symbolizing the spirit of cooperation that defines Batavia.]
[FADE OUT.]
[END SCENE 60]
[SCENE 9] STAR/AUNT JENNIFER/UNCLE LEONARD/TREY: Elementary (8) BEACH HOUSE
(Back at the House)
[Aunt Jennifer warmly greets Star on her special day.]
AUNT JENNIFER: (enthusiastically)
What’s up, Star? You're turning eight today!
[She moves in for a hug, but Trey beats her to it, his excitement palpable. Aunt Jennifer and Trey share a special bond as they have the same birthday.]
STAR:(chidingly)
Trey, manners! You nearly knocked Aunt Jennifer down.
[Aunt Jennifer reassures Star, brushing off the incident with a smile.]
AUNT JENNIFER: (reassuringly)
It's fine, Star. Come over here and hug me.
[Meanwhile, Uncle Leonard proposes a task for Trey, hoping to keep him occupied.]
UNCLE LEONARD:(turning to Trey)
[Uncle Leonard offers a playful incentive, prompting Trey to accept the task)
Hey, why don’t you come here and help me get the bags out of the car? It might be a nice reward for you.
TREY: Ugh! Did you say reward?
[Trey, initially frustrated, perks up at the mention of a potential reward.]
AUNT JENIFFER: (Hugs Stars affectionately) So, Star, how have you been?
STAR: Good! (As she hugs Aunt Jennifer) I missed you, Aunt Jennifer.
AUNT JENIFFER: I miss you too. It’s been a few months since I saw you last. Wow, you’re turning eight today. You are growing up so fast.
TREY: (Walks by and tugs on Star dress.)
STAR: (With irritation) Trey, I am gonna get you! (As she breaks the hug and rushes toward Trey)
UNCLE LEONARD: Trey, are you coming?
TREY: (eagerly) Dang, fine. There have to be laws against all of this child labor. I mean, free child labor. ( As he runs out of the house.)
STAR: Stops her pursuit and heads towards the kitchen
UNCLE LEONARD:(teasingly)
Come on, who knows, there might be a game in it for you
TREY: (sarcastically) I heard a reward and a game. (As he rushes past Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Leonard, trying to escape Star.)
UNCLE LEONARD:(teasingly) When did you hear that?
[Trey dashes off to retrieve the bags, leaving Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Leonard to enter the house.]
[Meanwhile, at the airport, Star’s Dad waits anxiously in baggage claim for his father's arrival, unaware of the surprise awaiting him.]
[He reaches for his phone to call but is startled to hear his father's phone ringing behind him. Turning, he sees his dad, dressed in African clothes, approaching with a grand smile.]
END SCENE 9
[SCENE 28] STAR/BRANDON/STUDENT 1-3/YOUNG BOY: HIGHSCHOOL (17) HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY
SENIOR YEAR
INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY: DAY
Star walks through the bustling hallway, overhearing a conversation between students.
STUDENT 1: Did you catch that video about Dr. John Henrik Clark? He was dropping some profound knowledge about African history.
STUDENT 2: He talked about how everything originated in Africa, mentioning the Kush Kingdom and Egypt.
STUDENT 3: (jokingly) Kush? Isn't that what some of the homies call weed?
Star pauses, intrigued by the conversation. She turns to the students.
STAR: Excuse me, what was the name of that author again?
Brandon, one of the students, turns to Star with a grin.
BRANDON: Hey, Star! You look good today. Almost like a Kushite or Egyptian Queen. You know, I wouldn't hesitate to make you my queen.
STAR: (playfully) Brandon, you flatter me. But you're forgetting a few things:
You're a sophomore, and besides, I've known you since you were 7.
You're Trey's friend. And Trey's my little brother.
We might be cousins.
BRANDON: (with a smirk) Hey, I'm not afraid of kissing cousins, if you know what I mean.
STAR: (laughing) Boy, stop playing. What was the name of the author you mentioned?
BRANDON: Dr. John Henrik Clark. He's a professor of African and Black American History. Dropping gems like your KEVIN-GRANDAD.
[In the distance, a group of boys call out to Brandon.]
YOUNG BOY: Brandon, let's go! Practice is starting.
BRANDON: (calling back) Coming! Sorry, Star, gotta run.
STAR: No problem. Thanks, Brandon.
As Brandon rushes off, Star can't help but smile at the playful banter. She quickly jots down the author's name in her notebook.
STAR: (to herself) Dr. John Henrik Clark... I wonder what school he teaches at.
(The bell rings, signaling the start of class.)
STAR: (rushing) Oh no, I'm going to be late for Social Studies again!
Star hurries down the hall, determined to make it to class on time.
[END SCENE 28]
INT. PALACE CARRIAGE - DAY - TRAVEL - LONDON ENGLAND 1500’s
QUEEN CHARLOTTE (50s, regal but with a spark of mischief in her eyes) sits opposite her LADY-IN-WAITING, BEATRICE. The carriage rattles along the cobblestone streets of London. Charlotte steals a glance out the window, a flicker of longing crossing her face.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (murmuring) A beautiful day for a ride, wouldn't you say, Beatrice?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE:(startled) Indeed, Your Majesty. Though perhaps a little brisk for a gown of such delicate lace.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(a half smile) One must endure some discomfort for the sake of appearances, mustn't we?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE glances nervously out the carriage window, fearing the Queen's pronouncements might be overheard by passersby.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, what if someone hears you?
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (a sly smile) Beatrice, can a queen not dream of being somewhere else other than a palace or this carriage? Many may find it unroyal, but dreams are open to everyone.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, you are so right. Dreams are open to everyone.
(She continues looking out the carriage window in silence.)
LATER THAT DAY
INT. PALACE STUDY - DAY
Charlotte sits at her desk, surrounded by stacks of petitions and reports. A bust of a stern-faced KING GEORGE III (50s, already showing signs of mental illness) gazes down from a nearby shelf.
A young, idealistic MAN enters, his eyes wide with nervous excitement.
BUTLER MAN: Your Majesty, I come bearing news from the abolitionist movement.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(raising an eyebrow) Do tell, Mr...?
BUTLER MAN: William Wilberforce, Your Majesty. Charlotte gestures for him to sit.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Mr. Wilberforce, your stance on slavery is well-known. But you must understand, the Crown cannot openly endorse such a... divisive issue.
WILBERFORCE:(passionately)Divisive, Your Majesty? The trade in human lives is an abomination! Surely, with your influence...
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (interrupting gently) My influence lies in a delicate dance, Mr. Wilberforce. Pushing too hard could incite chaos. However, whispers can be just as powerful.
(Charlotte leans forward, her gaze intense.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(cont.) Tell me, Mr. Wilberforce, how can we make the whispers against slavery a deafening roar?
WILBERFORCE: Your Majesty, let me work on that whisper.
He stands, bows, thanks Queen Charlotte, and leaves the study.
LATER THAT NIGHT
INT. GRAND BALLROOM - NIGHT
A dazzling spectacle unfolds. Charlotte, a vision in diamonds and silk, greets dignitaries. But her eyes scan the room, searching. Guests in elaborate attire mingle, gossip buzzing like angry bees.
(Suddenly, she spots a group of ladies, the bluestockings – intellectuals shunned by some for their thirst for knowledge. They exchange a subtle nod.
She walks through and encounters some ladies discussing various topics, standing with a strained smile on her face.)
LADY ASHFORD: (whispering) Have you heard? The Duke is entertaining... questionable company again.
LADY CRAVEN: (clutching her pearls) Shocking! But one can't expect much from those with... foreign blood.
(Charlotte's smile vanishes for a moment. Amara appears behind her, discreetly offering a glass of champagne.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (taking the glass) Thank you, Amara.
LADY CRAVEN: (leaning in) Forgive my rudeness, Your Majesty, but whispers abound. Is it true you have... African ancestry?
(Charlotte meets her gaze with intense coolness and then smiles with pride before she speaks)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: My lineage is a tapestry woven from many threads. But a queen is judged by her actions, not her blood.
She takes a sip of champagne, the taste bitter on her tongue.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) Speaking of actions, have you ladies seen the latest reports on the slave trade? The conditions are barbaric.
LADY ASHFORD: (frowning) But surely, Your Majesty, the colonies need a strong workforce.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: There is a difference between workforce and human chattel. Perhaps we should explore alternative solutions? Education, perhaps?
Charlotte's words hang in the air, met with nervous glances.
LATER
Queen Charlotte sits in a secluded corner with two of the bluestockings, discussing philosophy. They weave conversations about human rights and freedom into their seemingly harmless discourse.
INT. QUEEN'S PRIVATE CHAMBER - NIGHT
(Charlotte removes her heavy jewels, revealing a weariness beneath the facade. A painting of a young, vibrant woman with African features hangs on the wall. Charlotte sits alone, a book on abolitionism open on her lap. Amara enters with a worried expression.)
AMARA: Word of your comments at the party has reached the King. He is not pleased.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(rising) Of course not. But change will not come from silence.
AMARA: You are a beacon, Your Majesty. But a single candle can be easily snuffed out.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Then perhaps I need to find a way to light more candles.
(Charlotte walks to the window, gazing out at the moonlit gardens.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) There are ways to influence the world without a crown. Ways that leave a mark on history, even if it goes unseen.
AMARA leaves the chamber. Charlotte sits there in silence, contemplating. She looks at the painting on the wall.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (to the painting) Mother, they see only the queen they wish to see. But you know the girl who arrived here, alone and afraid.
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 78]
[SCENE 60]-TRAVEL : BATIVA
INT. INDONESIAN MARKET - DAY
INT. BUSY PORT TOWN OF BATAVIA - 17TH CENTURY
[Anna, a 20-year-old Indonesian woman, steps into a bustling 17th-century market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vibrant scene before her: an outdoor market filled with the hustle and bustle of trade. The air is filled with the sounds of haggling, laughter, and the rich aromas of exotic spices and fresh produce.]
ANNA: (whispering to herself) Amazing... the craftsmanship, the entrepreneurship, the diversity...
[Anna walks through the market, admiring the array of goods displayed by Indigenous people of the West Indies. Intricate textiles, handmade crafts, and spices from distant lands fill the stalls, each representing a piece of the world brought together through trade.]
[The bustling port town of Batavia comes alive with activity, the air thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and the salty sea breeze. Ships with billowing sails line the harbor while merchants haggle over goods from distant lands. In the heart of Batavia, amidst the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions, a new society emerges. A society where diversity is celebrated, and unity is forged through shared experiences and mutual respect. And in this bustling metropolis, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, the spirit of resilience and adaptation thrives, as the people of Batavia navigate the complexities of colonial rule with ingenuity and grace.]
[During this vibrant scene, Anna navigates through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder. Her Eurasian-African heritage mirrors the diverse tapestry of this colonial outpost, where modern concepts of freedom are but a distant dream.]
[As Anna weaves through the market, her attention is drawn to a group of Dutch merchants unloading crates of goods from a ship docked at the harbor.]
MERCHANT 1: (To his companions) Be careful now; watch your step!
MERCHANT 2: (Excitedly) Aye, we've got a shipment of fine silks from the Orient!
MERCHANT 3: (Boasting) And remember the spices! Fresh from the Moluccas, the envy of every trader in these parts!
[Amidst the bustling activity, a stern matron leads a group of orphaned children toward a sizable colonial building, catching Anna's eye.]
MATRON: (Calling out to the children) Hurry along now, children! It's time for your lessons.
[Anna's curiosity is piqued by the sight of the orphanage, but she continues her exploration, eager to soak in the sights and sounds of this bustling colonial hub.]
[As Anna ventures further into the vibrant marketplace, her heart swells with a sense of adventure, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Batavia.]
MERCHANT 1: "Step right up, step right up! Finest silks from the Orient, guaranteed to make you the envy of the town!"
MERCHANT 2: "Fresh spices from the Moluccas! Taste the flavors of the East, right here in Batavia!"
MERCHANT 3: "Batiks from Java, woven with the skill of generations! Take home a piece of Indonesian craftsmanship today!"
[The merchants' voices blend into a lively chorus, attracting the attention of passersby as they weave through the bustling marketplace.]
ANNA: (Stops at a local Artisian picks up a piece of pottery) This is interesting!
LOCAL ARTISAN: Look at our other Beautiful pottery, handcrafted with love! Each piece tells a story of our rich heritage."
ANNA: Your wares are truly breathtaking, so much detail, history,...
(A tourist wanders over and interrupts Anna’s thoughts by speaking boldly and with pure delight.)
TOURIST: "Wow, these colors are amazing! I've never seen anything like it back home."
(As Anna Wanders further into the Market just taking in the spirit of a blended marketplace and people from all over coming together to do business. Anna observes the people taking in the lessons.)
ANNA: Entrepreneurship is the key to the strength of this community and the heart of the people. Without these independent business owners this market wouldn’t even exist. I have to remember that the key to growth is community. Wealth is in being a business owner.
[The local artisan smiles proudly, delighted by the tourist's admiration for their craft.]
STREET VENDOR: "Spicy noodles, hot off the wok! Come and get 'em while they're hot!"
CUSTOMER: "I'll take two, please! And make sure you load them up with extra chili sauce."
[The customer eagerly hands over their coins as the street vendor prepares their order with a skillful flourish.]
DUTCH SETTLER: "Another shipment of goods from the motherland, ready for trade! Our colonies will prosper with these riches."
INDIGENOUS TRIBESPERSON: "We welcome your trade, but remember, this land is also ours. Let us work together for mutual benefit."
[The Dutch settler nods, acknowledging the tribesperson's words with a sense of respect for the indigenous culture.]
JAVANESE SULTAN: "Ah, the sights and sounds of Batavia never cease to amaze me. Truly, this city is a testament to our resilience."
CHINESE TRADER: "Indeed, Your Highness. May our trade continue to prosper, bringing prosperity to all who call this city home."
[The Javanese sultan and Chinese trader clasp hands in a gesture of solidarity, their alliance symbolizing the spirit of cooperation that defines Batavia.]
[FADE OUT.]
[END SCENE 60]
[SCENE 29]
[A Few MONTHS LATER]
[Scene: A high school classroom buzzing with the chatter of students as they settle into their seats. Star sits at her desk, lost in thought about the upcoming Junior Prom. Suddenly, her friend Cindy enters the room and sits behind her.]
Star notices Cindy and flashes her a smile as she settles into her seat. Cindy leans forward, eager to chat.
CINDY:
Hey, Star! So, who are you going to the prom with?
[Star turns around, contemplating Cindy's question. She sighs before responding.]
STAR:
I was thinking about that, Cindy. I don't know if I'm even going to junior prom. I might wait until next year.
CINDY:
Why's that?
[Star leans back in her seat, crossing her arms.]
STAR:
Because, Cindy, these LA boys are a joke. Most of them want one thing, you know? And I'm not about to give it up to just anybody. He has to be someone special.
CINDY:
Well, what about Michael?
[Star raises an eyebrow, puzzled.]
STAR:
Michael who? Michael Jackson could get all of this, Prince and Morris Chestnut. Now, those brothers can have all of this, Cindy.
[Cindy chuckles, shaking her head.]
CINDY:
Girl, you are something else. No, I mean Michael Alexander. You know, the new quarterback who transferred from Germany or Atlanta. He's tall, dark, and lovely, with those soft eyes that seem to find me wherever I am.
STAR:
Oh, him. But isn't he dating Jennifer Holly, the senior who skipped two grades because she's a genius and drop-dead gorgeous?
[Cindy nods, her expression serious.]
CINDY:
Yeah, I know. But here's the thing: I heard from Rachel that Jennifer's not really into him like that. She said he's more into sports than science, and that's a turn-off for her.
[Star's eyes widen in surprise.]
STAR:
For real? Are you serious?
CINDY:
Dead serious.
STAR:
Hmm, well, maybe if they break up before the prom.
CINDY:
You never know, it could happen.
STAR:
I wouldn't mind if he asked me. He is always kind, gentle, and sweet when I see him around the school. He also has a heck of an arm; he threw a 40-yard pass in the last football game. You know I like some sports. And that one is an athlete; the only thing is that he can't be dumb.
[Cindy chuckles, shaking her head in amusement.]
CINDY:
Star, you are full of surprises.
[Just then, the bell rings, signaling the end of class.]
STAR:
We'll have to continue this conversation later. Cindy, why were you late for class?
CINDY: (mouths I will tell you later) See you at lunch, Cindy.
[Cindy nods as they gather their things and head to their next class.]
STAR:
grabs her stuff and heads to her next class.
[END SCENE 29]
[SCENE 60]-TRAVEL : BATIVA
INT. INDONESIAN MARKET - DAY
INT. BUSY PORT TOWN OF BATAVIA - 17TH CENTURY
[Anna, a 20-year-old Indonesian woman, steps into a bustling 17th-century market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vibrant scene before her: an outdoor market filled with the hustle and bustle of trade. The air is filled with the sounds of haggling, laughter, and the rich aromas of exotic spices and fresh produce.]
ANNA: (whispering to herself) Amazing... the craftsmanship, the entrepreneurship, the diversity...
[Anna walks through the market, admiring the array of goods displayed by Indigenous people of the West Indies. Intricate textiles, handmade crafts, and spices from distant lands fill the stalls, each representing a piece of the world brought together through trade.]
[The bustling port town of Batavia comes alive with activity, the air thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and the salty sea breeze. Ships with billowing sails line the harbor while merchants haggle over goods from distant lands. In the heart of Batavia, amidst the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions, a new society emerges. A society where diversity is celebrated, and unity is forged through shared experiences and mutual respect. And in this bustling metropolis, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, the spirit of resilience and adaptation thrives, as the people of Batavia navigate the complexities of colonial rule with ingenuity and grace.]
[During this vibrant scene, Anna navigates through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder. Her Eurasian-African heritage mirrors the diverse tapestry of this colonial outpost, where modern concepts of freedom are but a distant dream.]
[As Anna weaves through the market, her attention is drawn to a group of Dutch merchants unloading crates of goods from a ship docked at the harbor.]
MERCHANT 1: (To his companions) Be careful now; watch your step!
MERCHANT 2: (Excitedly) Aye, we've got a shipment of fine silks from the Orient!
MERCHANT 3: (Boasting) And remember the spices! Fresh from the Moluccas, the envy of every trader in these parts!
[Amidst the bustling activity, a stern matron leads a group of orphaned children toward a sizable colonial building, catching Anna's eye.]
MATRON: (Calling out to the children) Hurry along now, children! It's time for your lessons.
[Anna's curiosity is piqued by the sight of the orphanage, but she continues her exploration, eager to soak in the sights and sounds of this bustling colonial hub.]
[As Anna ventures further into the vibrant marketplace, her heart swells with a sense of adventure, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Batavia.]
MERCHANT 1: "Step right up, step right up! Finest silks from the Orient, guaranteed to make you the envy of the town!"
MERCHANT 2: "Fresh spices from the Moluccas! Taste the flavors of the East, right here in Batavia!"
MERCHANT 3: "Batiks from Java, woven with the skill of generations! Take home a piece of Indonesian craftsmanship today!"
[The merchants' voices blend into a lively chorus, attracting the attention of passersby as they weave through the bustling marketplace.]
ANNA: (Stops at a local Artisian picks up a piece of pottery) This is interesting!
LOCAL ARTISAN: Look at our other Beautiful pottery, handcrafted with love! Each piece tells a story of our rich heritage."
ANNA: Your wares are truly breathtaking, so much detail, history,...
(A tourist wanders over and interrupts Anna’s thoughts by speaking boldly and with pure delight.)
TOURIST: "Wow, these colors are amazing! I've never seen anything like it back home."
(As Anna Wanders further into the Market just taking in the spirit of a blended marketplace and people from all over coming together to do business. Anna observes the people taking in the lessons.)
ANNA: Entrepreneurship is the key to the strength of this community and the heart of the people. Without these independent business owners this market wouldn’t even exist. I have to remember that the key to growth is community. Wealth is in being a business owner.
[The local artisan smiles proudly, delighted by the tourist's admiration for their craft.]
STREET VENDOR: "Spicy noodles, hot off the wok! Come and get 'em while they're hot!"
CUSTOMER: "I'll take two, please! And make sure you load them up with extra chili sauce."
[The customer eagerly hands over their coins as the street vendor prepares their order with a skillful flourish.]
DUTCH SETTLER: "Another shipment of goods from the motherland, ready for trade! Our colonies will prosper with these riches."
INDIGENOUS TRIBESPERSON: "We welcome your trade, but remember, this land is also ours. Let us work together for mutual benefit."
[The Dutch settler nods, acknowledging the tribesperson's words with a sense of respect for the indigenous culture.]
JAVANESE SULTAN: "Ah, the sights and sounds of Batavia never cease to amaze me. Truly, this city is a testament to our resilience."
CHINESE TRADER: "Indeed, Your Highness. May our trade continue to prosper, bringing prosperity to all who call this city home."
[The Javanese sultan and Chinese trader clasp hands in a gesture of solidarity, their alliance symbolizing the spirit of cooperation that defines Batavia.]
[FADE OUT.]
[END SCENE 60]
[SCENE 60]
[EXT. HOWARD UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - DAY]
[Star, Jaz, and Trey stroll through the vibrant campus, soaking in the energy and excitement of their surroundings.]
JAZMINE (JAZ):
(Excitedly)
Hey guys, want to take a tour of the campus before we head back to get ready for dinner?
STAR:
(Enthusiastic)
Sure, that sounds like a great idea! We can swing by the African-American Studies department, and I can finally meet your mom.
JAZMINE (JAZ):
(Smiling)
Oh, so you're eager to meet my mom, huh? You're such a fan.
STAR:
(Playfully)
Not any more than you are for Trey.
[The girls share a laugh as Trey joins in, looking a bit confused.]
TREY:
(Confused)
What's so funny? Why are you laughing?
STAR:
(Teasingly)
Oh, just teasing you a bit.
TREY:
(Surprised)
Me? What did I do?
STAR:
(Grinning)
Nothing, really. We were just talking about taking a campus tour with Jaz.
TREY:
(Excited)
Yeah, let's do it! Can we swing by the Omega house?
STAR:
(Chuckling)
Omega? Dad and Granddad were both Alphas, you know.
TREY:
(Defensive)
I know, I know. I just thought it'd be cool to check out something different.
STAR:
(Reflective)
You know, breaking tradition, like how I chose Howard instead of Spelman like Mom.
JAZMINE (JAZ):
(Curious)
Did your mom pledge?
STAR:
(Confirming)
Yep, she's an AKA, just like my grandma.
JAZMINE (JAZ):
(Realization)
Ah, I see. So, you're a legacy.
STAR:
(Nodding)
Yeah, technically. But I've been thinking about not pledging at all.
TREY:
(Shocked)
What? Why not?
JAZMINE (JAZ):
(Surprised)
Star, you'd be missing out on so much—the sisterhood, the network, the history, the value!
STAR:
(Contemplative)
I know, but I've been weighing my options. I want to make my own path.
TREY:
(Acknowledging)
That's fair. It's important to do what feels right for you.
TREY:
(Eager)
Alright, let's get this tour started. I want to see everything before dinner.
[The trio continues their exploration of the campus, filled with anticipation for the adventures that await them at Howard University.]
[END SCENE 60]
[SCENE 13]
[Meanwhile, in the car, Grandfather and Trenton engage in conversation about the music box.]
INT. CAR - DAY
TRENTON
Curiosity piqued, Dad, tell me the story behind that beautiful music box you're giving to Star. What's the story?
GRANDFATHER
Well, first off, this is one of a set. Your great-great-great-grandfather, coincidentally named Trenton, although his first name was David. Story goes he was named after King David from the Bible.
[Trenton smiles, finding a connection to his African roots.]
TRENTON
So, GRANDDAD (Kevin) David made two boxes, one for his wife and one for himself. His box was never found. The story goes that the boxes have hidden compartments in them. I've examined this box and found only a key and what looks like a sealed piece of paper.
TRENTON
What's on the paper?
GRANDFATHER
I don't know. No one has ever broken the seal, so I thought it best not to be the first.
[Trenton expresses his fascination with the mystery of the boxes.]
TRENTON
Wow, that's intriguing.
[Grandfather elaborates, revealing more about the legendary boxes.]
GRANDFATHER
Legend has it there are two gold keys, and in this box is a gold key that doesn't fit anything. The key supposedly goes to the other box, and there's a key in that box that will open this box. I don't know, son, but it was such a beautiful music box that I had to get it for Star.
TRENTON
How much?
GRANDFATHER
How much what?
[Trenton presses for the price.]
TRENTON
How much was the box?
GRANDFATHER
(Trying to evade)
Boy, why are you always in grown folks' business? What does it matter?
[Trenton persists, demanding to know the cost.]
TRENTON
How much, Dad? How much did you spend on the box?
[Grandfather finally relents, revealing the price.]
GRANDFATHER
Mumbles $5,000 dollars.
[Trenton is taken aback by the amount.]
TRENTON
I can't hear you, Dad. It sounds like you said $500.
[Grandfather smiles mischievously.]
GRANDFATHER
Something like that.
[Trenton continues to probe, shocked by the real price.]
TRENTON
Dad, $500? You know that's a lot to spend on an 8-year-old girl's gift.
GRANDFATHER
I knew you would think that. That's why I didn't tell you. So, I know you're going to freak out on the real price.
[Trenton insists on knowing the true cost.]
TRENTON
Real price? What did you pay?
[Grandfather confesses the actual amount.]
GRANDFATHER
Don't freak out, but it was $5,000.
[Trenton is overwhelmed by the revelation.]
TRENTON
(Shocked)
Dad, you spent $5,000 for an 8-year-old?
GRANDFATHER
No, I invested $5,000 in my legacy. Star is a great kid who is responsible.
[Trenton remains stunned by the price.]
TRENTON
Dad, you're always doing the most for these kids.
GRANDFATHER
What's the point of having money if you can't invest in your legacy?
[Trenton is still processing the expense.]
TRENTON
Dang, Dad, that's still a lot of money.
GRANDFATHER
It's an investment that was worth every penny.
[END SCENE 13]
INT. BEACH HOUSE - DAY
[Star persists in her conversation with her mom, eager for more details about her grandfather's gift.]
STAR:
(enthusiastically)
Mom, can you please tell me more? Give me a hint. What if I guess it? Will you tell me then?
[Before Mom can respond, the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of Star's Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Leonard with their daughters, Layla and Lauren.]
[Sensing the excitement, Trey bursts out with joy, unable to contain himself.]
TREY:
(excitedly)
Star, it’s Layla and Lauren!
[Star rushes to the door to greet her beloved cousins, momentarily distracted from her quest for information about her grandfather's gift.]
STAR:
(over her shoulder to Mom)
Mom, I have to go, but we have to finish this conversation. I have to know what Granddad is bringing me.
[Mom offers a reassuring smile, promising Star that all will be revealed soon.]
MOM (TRINA):
(reassuringly)
You will know soon enough. Granddad should be here in the next thirty minutes or so.
STAR:
(eagerly)
Really? Can I open it as soon as he gets here?
[Mom gently reminds Star of the protocol for opening presents, prompting Star to reluctantly agree and rush to greet her cousins.]
[Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Leonard enter with Layla and Lauren, adding to the excitement of the gathering.]
STAR:
(excitedly)
Come in, come in!
[Meanwhile, at the airport, Star’s Dad waits anxiously in baggage claim for his father's arrival, unaware of the surprise awaiting him.]
[He reaches for his phone to call, but is startled to hear his father's phone ringing behind him. Turning, he sees his dad approaching with a grand smile, dressed in African attire.]
[END SCENE 8]
[SCENE 60]-TRAVEL : BATIVA
INT. INDONESIAN MARKET - DAY
INT. BUSY PORT TOWN OF BATAVIA - 17TH CENTURY
[Anna, a 20-year-old Indonesian woman, steps into a bustling 17th-century market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vibrant scene before her: an outdoor market filled with the hustle and bustle of trade. The air is filled with the sounds of haggling, laughter, and the rich aromas of exotic spices and fresh produce.]
ANNA: (whispering to herself) Amazing... the craftsmanship, the entrepreneurship, the diversity...
[Anna walks through the market, admiring the array of goods displayed by Indigenous people of the West Indies. Intricate textiles, handmade crafts, and spices from distant lands fill the stalls, each representing a piece of the world brought together through trade.]
[The bustling port town of Batavia comes alive with activity, the air thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and the salty sea breeze. Ships with billowing sails line the harbor while merchants haggle over goods from distant lands. In the heart of Batavia, amidst the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions, a new society emerges. A society where diversity is celebrated, and unity is forged through shared experiences and mutual respect. And in this bustling metropolis, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, the spirit of resilience and adaptation thrives, as the people of Batavia navigate the complexities of colonial rule with ingenuity and grace.]
[During this vibrant scene, Anna navigates through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder. Her Eurasian-African heritage mirrors the diverse tapestry of this colonial outpost, where modern concepts of freedom are but a distant dream.]
[As Anna weaves through the market, her attention is drawn to a group of Dutch merchants unloading crates of goods from a ship docked at the harbor.]
MERCHANT 1: (To his companions) Be careful now; watch your step!
MERCHANT 2: (Excitedly) Aye, we've got a shipment of fine silks from the Orient!
MERCHANT 3: (Boasting) And remember the spices! Fresh from the Moluccas, the envy of every trader in these parts!
[Amidst the bustling activity, a stern matron leads a group of orphaned children toward a sizable colonial building, catching Anna's eye.]
MATRON: (Calling out to the children) Hurry along now, children! It's time for your lessons.
[Anna's curiosity is piqued by the sight of the orphanage, but she continues her exploration, eager to soak in the sights and sounds of this bustling colonial hub.]
[As Anna ventures further into the vibrant marketplace, her heart swells with a sense of adventure, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Batavia.]
MERCHANT 1: "Step right up, step right up! Finest silks from the Orient, guaranteed to make you the envy of the town!"
MERCHANT 2: "Fresh spices from the Moluccas! Taste the flavors of the East, right here in Batavia!"
MERCHANT 3: "Batiks from Java, woven with the skill of generations! Take home a piece of Indonesian craftsmanship today!"
[The merchants' voices blend into a lively chorus, attracting the attention of passersby as they weave through the bustling marketplace.]
ANNA: (Stops at a local Artisian picks up a piece of pottery) This is interesting!
LOCAL ARTISAN: Look at our other Beautiful pottery, handcrafted with love! Each piece tells a story of our rich heritage."
ANNA: Your wares are truly breathtaking, so much detail, history,...
(A tourist wanders over and interrupts Anna’s thoughts by speaking boldly and with pure delight.)
TOURIST: "Wow, these colors are amazing! I've never seen anything like it back home."
(As Anna Wanders further into the Market just taking in the spirit of a blended marketplace and people from all over coming together to do business. Anna observes the people taking in the lessons.)
ANNA: Entrepreneurship is the key to the strength of this community and the heart of the people. Without these independent business owners this market wouldn’t even exist. I have to remember that the key to growth is community. Wealth is in being a business owner.
[The local artisan smiles proudly, delighted by the tourist's admiration for their craft.]
STREET VENDOR: "Spicy noodles, hot off the wok! Come and get 'em while they're hot!"
CUSTOMER: "I'll take two, please! And make sure you load them up with extra chili sauce."
[The customer eagerly hands over their coins as the street vendor prepares their order with a skillful flourish.]
DUTCH SETTLER: "Another shipment of goods from the motherland, ready for trade! Our colonies will prosper with these riches."
INDIGENOUS TRIBESPERSON: "We welcome your trade, but remember, this land is also ours. Let us work together for mutual benefit."
[The Dutch settler nods, acknowledging the tribesperson's words with a sense of respect for the indigenous culture.]
JAVANESE SULTAN: "Ah, the sights and sounds of Batavia never cease to amaze me. Truly, this city is a testament to our resilience."
CHINESE TRADER: "Indeed, Your Highness. May our trade continue to prosper, bringing prosperity to all who call this city home."
[The Javanese sultan and Chinese trader clasp hands in a gesture of solidarity, their alliance symbolizing the spirit of cooperation that defines Batavia.]
[FADE OUT.]
[END SCENE 60]
EXT. CAIRO STREETS - DAY - YEAR 1324 TRAVEL
Malik finds himself amidst the bustling streets of Cairo, transformed into the regal figure of Mansa Musa. The air is filled with the sounds and scents of an ancient city. Mansa Musa, dressed in splendid robes, surveys the scene with awe and determination. His entourage, adorned with gold and bearing gifts, follows closely behind.
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EXT. CAIRO MARKET - DAY
The market is abuzz with activity as Mansa Musa’s caravan passes through, drawing the attention of merchants and onlookers alike. Gold coins are handed out freely, and Musa's generosity leaves the crowd in awe.
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INT. ROYAL PALACE, AL-NASIR’S THRONE ROOM - DAY
A subordinate escorts Mansa Musa into Sultan al-Nasir's opulent throne room. The sultan sits on a grand throne, his eyes fixed on the approaching king.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (welcoming, but with a hint of expectation.)
Welcome, Mansa Musa of Mali. It is an honor to receive such a distinguished guest.
MANSA MUSA: (bowing slightly, but with reluctance)
I am honored by your welcome, Sultan al-Nasir. However, I must decline your invitation for an audience. My pilgrimage to Mecca demands my immediate attention.
The sultan’s face darkens slightly at Musa’s refusal. The tension in the room becomes palpable.
EMIR ABU: (whispering to al-Nasir) Your Majesty, he finds our customs repugnant. He will not kiss the ground or your hand.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (raising his voice, trying to maintain composure) Is it not customary to show respect in this manner?
Mansa Musa stands firm, his eyes meeting al-Nasir’s without flinching.
MANSA MUSA: Respect is earned, not commanded. I mean no disrespect, but I must remain faithful to my beliefs.
The room grows silent, and the air thick with tension. Finally, al-Nasir gestures for peace.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (sighing, relenting) Very well. Let us greet as equals.
The two rulers exchange a formal yet respectful greeting. The tension dissipates, and al-Nasir gestures for Musa to take a seat.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (smiling slightly) You bring great wealth and honor to Cairo, Mansa Musa. Please, allow us to provide for you and your entourage.
MANSA MUSA: (nodding gratefully) Your hospitality is greatly appreciated, Sultan al-Nasir. And as a token of our friendship, I leave a portion of Mali’s wealth with you.
CUT TO:
EXT. CAIRO STREETS - DAY
Mansa Musa’s caravan continues its journey through Cairo. Gold coins and extravagant gifts are distributed generously among the people. The streets glisten with the golden tokens of Musa’s wealth, and the people cheer with joy.
NARRATOR (V.O.): From the markets of Cairo to royal offices and the impoverished people who crossed his path, Mansa Musa’s generosity left the streets littered with gold—a resource greatly appreciated and in short supply.
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INT. ROYAL PALACE, AL-NASIR’S THRONE ROOM - NIGHT
Sultan al-Nasir sits with his advisors, discussing the impact of Mansa Musa’s visit.
ADVISOR: Your Majesty, the gold Musa has given is already flooding the markets. The economy is reacting.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (concerned, but thoughtful)
Yes, his intentions were noble, but we must manage the fallout carefully.
NARRATOR (V.O.): Though well-intentioned, Mansa Musa’s gold gifts depreciated the metal's value in Egypt, causing the economy to take a major hit. It took twelve years for the community to recover.
CUT TO:
EXT. CAIRO STREETS - DAY
The bustling streets of Cairo are a stark contrast to the earlier scenes of joy. The people, now burdened by the economic downturn, struggle to make ends meet.
CUT TO:
INT. MALIK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Malik is suddenly back in his room, the light fading as he reorients himself. He sits down, overwhelmed by the experience but filled with a deeper understanding of history.
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 91]
[SCENE 13]
[Meanwhile, in the car, Grandfather and Trenton engage in conversation about the music box.]
INT. CAR - DAY
TRENTON
Curiosity piqued, Dad, tell me the story behind that beautiful music box you're giving to Star. What's the story?
GRANDFATHER
Well, first off, this is one of a set. Your great-great-great-grandfather, coincidentally named Trenton, although his first name was David. Story goes he was named after King David from the Bible.
[Trenton smiles, finding a connection to his African roots.]
TRENTON
So, GRANDDAD (Kevin) David made two boxes, one for his wife and one for himself. His box was never found. The story goes that the boxes have hidden compartments in them. I've examined this box and found only a key and what looks like a sealed piece of paper.
TRENTON
What's on the paper?
GRANDFATHER
I don't know. No one has ever broken the seal, so I thought it best not to be the first.
[Trenton expresses his fascination with the mystery of the boxes.]
TRENTON
Wow, that's intriguing.
[Grandfather elaborates, revealing more about the legendary boxes.]
GRANDFATHER
Legend has it there are two gold keys, and in this box is a gold key that doesn't fit anything. The key supposedly goes to the other box, and there's a key in that box that will open this box. I don't know, son, but it was such a beautiful music box that I had to get it for Star.
TRENTON
How much?
GRANDFATHER
How much what?
[Trenton presses for the price.]
TRENTON
How much was the box?
GRANDFATHER
(Trying to evade)
Boy, why are you always in grown folks' business? What does it matter?
[Trenton persists, demanding to know the cost.]
TRENTON
How much, Dad? How much did you spend on the box?
[Grandfather finally relents, revealing the price.]
GRANDFATHER
Mumbles $5,000 dollars.
[Trenton is taken aback by the amount.]
TRENTON
I can't hear you, Dad. It sounds like you said $500.
[Grandfather smiles mischievously.]
GRANDFATHER
Something like that.
[Trenton continues to probe, shocked by the real price.]
TRENTON
Dad, $500? You know that's a lot to spend on an 8-year-old girl's gift.
GRANDFATHER
I knew you would think that. That's why I didn't tell you. So, I know you're going to freak out on the real price.
[Trenton insists on knowing the true cost.]
TRENTON
Real price? What did you pay?
[Grandfather confesses the actual amount.]
GRANDFATHER
Don't freak out, but it was $5,000.
[Trenton is overwhelmed by the revelation.]
TRENTON
(Shocked)
Dad, you spent $5,000 for an 8-year-old?
GRANDFATHER
No, I invested $5,000 in my legacy. Star is a great kid who is responsible.
[Trenton remains stunned by the price.]
TRENTON
Dad, you're always doing the most for these kids.
GRANDFATHER
What's the point of having money if you can't invest in your legacy?
[Trenton is still processing the expense.]
TRENTON
Dang, Dad, that's still a lot of money.
GRANDFATHER
It's an investment that was worth every penny.
[END SCENE 13]
[SCENE 0]
FADE IN:
INT. FUTURE DIMENSION - DAY
Futuristic living room with an Android Robot in the background cleaning. She’s in another dimension, Year 3024; the scenes open in a futuristic home filled with Bright Sunlight colors in space, soft light and warm. STAR'S GRANDMOTHER, a regal and wise woman in her late 50s, dances and sings joyfully to a song on the radio. Her movements are graceful, and her voice echoes melodiously through the space as she laughs, feeling grateful she touches her necklaces.
Suddenly, she stops abruptly, her eyes widening as a vision overtakes her. She sees glimpses of Star's world falling into chaos and disarray. A sense of urgency comes over her.
GRANDMOTHER:
(Whispering to herself)
I have to tell Star.
[She walks over to her closet and pulls out her music box. She sits at the table, grabs a pen and paper, and starts to write a letter to Star, telling her to use her voice. She places the note into the music box to be sent to Star at a predestined time in the future.]
So she races to grab her music box to travel and send a note to Star about what will happen. The scene fades as the grandmother travels through a warp(tunnel) to get to her. Travels through time.
CUT TO:
INT. LAW OFFICE - DAY
The year 2030
STAR, now 30, sitting in the boardroom during a meeting with her firm. They’re closing out a discussion. She then walks out of the room, looking polished and professional. Her colleagues smile and wish her a happy birthday as she makes her way to her office. The walls are adorned with certificates and accolades, reflecting her success.
COLLEAGUES:
Happy birthday, Star!
Star nods and smiles, appreciating the warm wishes. She enters her office, a well-organized space with a large desk and shelves lined with books. She sits at her desk, her phone dings, catching her attention.
Star checks her phone and sees a text from her brother, TREY.
TEXT FROM TREY:
Happy Birthday, sis!
Her phone dings again. This time it's a text from her college best friend and sister in-law, JAZMINE.
TEXT FROM JAZMINE:
Happy Birthday, Star!
More texts follow from her cousins LAYLA and LAUREN, and her family—MOM and GRANDDAD.
Star places her phone down on her desk, smiling at the outpouring of love. She stands and walks towards her bookshelf, glancing at the various mementos of her life and career.
Her phone dings once more. She picks it up to see a message from her DAD, with an old photo attached.
TEXT FROM DAD:
Happy Birthday, Treasure. I hope this brings a smile to your face...
The attached photo is of her 8th birthday party, the day she first received her cherished music box. Star looks at the picture, her eyes softening with nostalgia.
STAR:
(Thinking to herself)
That was the start of it all.
She instinctively reaches for the key around her neck, a reminder of that pivotal moment. Her eyes drift to a wedding photo on the shelf, capturing a day filled with love and joy. She sits back in her chair, lost in thought.
FADE TO:
INT. HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK
The scene transitions to Star's 8th birthday party, filled with laughter and excitement. Young Star is surrounded by friends and family, her face beaming with joy.
[END SCENE 0]
[SCENE 13]
[Meanwhile, in the car, Grandfather and Trenton engage in conversation about the music box.]
INT. CAR - DAY
TRENTON
Curiosity piqued, Dad, tell me the story behind that beautiful music box you're giving to Star. What's the story?
GRANDFATHER
Well, first off, this is one of a set. Your great-great-great-grandfather, coincidentally named Trenton, although his first name was David. Story goes he was named after King David from the Bible.
[Trenton smiles, finding a connection to his African roots.]
TRENTON
So, GRANDDAD (Kevin) David made two boxes, one for his wife and one for himself. His box was never found. The story goes that the boxes have hidden compartments in them. I've examined this box and found only a key and what looks like a sealed piece of paper.
TRENTON
What's on the paper?
GRANDFATHER
I don't know. No one has ever broken the seal, so I thought it best not to be the first.
[Trenton expresses his fascination with the mystery of the boxes.]
TRENTON
Wow, that's intriguing.
[Grandfather elaborates, revealing more about the legendary boxes.]
GRANDFATHER
Legend has it there are two gold keys, and in this box is a gold key that doesn't fit anything. The key supposedly goes to the other box, and there's a key in that box that will open this box. I don't know, son, but it was such a beautiful music box that I had to get it for Star.
TRENTON
How much?
GRANDFATHER
How much what?
[Trenton presses for the price.]
TRENTON
How much was the box?
GRANDFATHER
(Trying to evade)
Boy, why are you always in grown folks' business? What does it matter?
[Trenton persists, demanding to know the cost.]
TRENTON
How much, Dad? How much did you spend on the box?
[Grandfather finally relents, revealing the price.]
GRANDFATHER
Mumbles $5,000 dollars.
[Trenton is taken aback by the amount.]
TRENTON
I can't hear you, Dad. It sounds like you said $500.
[Grandfather smiles mischievously.]
GRANDFATHER
Something like that.
[Trenton continues to probe, shocked by the real price.]
TRENTON
Dad, $500? You know that's a lot to spend on an 8-year-old girl's gift.
GRANDFATHER
I knew you would think that. That's why I didn't tell you. So, I know you're going to freak out on the real price.
[Trenton insists on knowing the true cost.]
TRENTON
Real price? What did you pay?
[Grandfather confesses the actual amount.]
GRANDFATHER
Don't freak out, but it was $5,000.
[Trenton is overwhelmed by the revelation.]
TRENTON
(Shocked)
Dad, you spent $5,000 for an 8-year-old?
GRANDFATHER
No, I invested $5,000 in my legacy. Star is a great kid who is responsible.
[Trenton remains stunned by the price.]
TRENTON
Dad, you're always doing the most for these kids.
GRANDFATHER
What's the point of having money if you can't invest in your legacy?
[Trenton is still processing the expense.]
TRENTON
Dang, Dad, that's still a lot of money.
GRANDFATHER
It's an investment that was worth every penny.
[END SCENE 13]
[SCENE 60]-TRAVEL : BATIVA
INT. INDONESIAN MARKET - DAY
INT. BUSY PORT TOWN OF BATAVIA - 17TH CENTURY
[Anna, a 20-year-old Indonesian woman, steps into a bustling 17th-century market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vibrant scene before her: an outdoor market filled with the hustle and bustle of trade. The air is filled with the sounds of haggling, laughter, and the rich aromas of exotic spices and fresh produce.]
ANNA: (whispering to herself) Amazing... the craftsmanship, the entrepreneurship, the diversity...
[Anna walks through the market, admiring the array of goods displayed by Indigenous people of the West Indies. Intricate textiles, handmade crafts, and spices from distant lands fill the stalls, each representing a piece of the world brought together through trade.]
[The bustling port town of Batavia comes alive with activity, the air thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and the salty sea breeze. Ships with billowing sails line the harbor while merchants haggle over goods from distant lands. In the heart of Batavia, amidst the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions, a new society emerges. A society where diversity is celebrated, and unity is forged through shared experiences and mutual respect. And in this bustling metropolis, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, the spirit of resilience and adaptation thrives, as the people of Batavia navigate the complexities of colonial rule with ingenuity and grace.]
[During this vibrant scene, Anna navigates through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder. Her Eurasian-African heritage mirrors the diverse tapestry of this colonial outpost, where modern concepts of freedom are but a distant dream.]
[As Anna weaves through the market, her attention is drawn to a group of Dutch merchants unloading crates of goods from a ship docked at the harbor.]
MERCHANT 1: (To his companions) Be careful now; watch your step!
MERCHANT 2: (Excitedly) Aye, we've got a shipment of fine silks from the Orient!
MERCHANT 3: (Boasting) And remember the spices! Fresh from the Moluccas, the envy of every trader in these parts!
[Amidst the bustling activity, a stern matron leads a group of orphaned children toward a sizable colonial building, catching Anna's eye.]
MATRON: (Calling out to the children) Hurry along now, children! It's time for your lessons.
[Anna's curiosity is piqued by the sight of the orphanage, but she continues her exploration, eager to soak in the sights and sounds of this bustling colonial hub.]
[As Anna ventures further into the vibrant marketplace, her heart swells with a sense of adventure, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Batavia.]
MERCHANT 1: "Step right up, step right up! Finest silks from the Orient, guaranteed to make you the envy of the town!"
MERCHANT 2: "Fresh spices from the Moluccas! Taste the flavors of the East, right here in Batavia!"
MERCHANT 3: "Batiks from Java, woven with the skill of generations! Take home a piece of Indonesian craftsmanship today!"
[The merchants' voices blend into a lively chorus, attracting the attention of passersby as they weave through the bustling marketplace.]
ANNA: (Stops at a local Artisian picks up a piece of pottery) This is interesting!
LOCAL ARTISAN: Look at our other Beautiful pottery, handcrafted with love! Each piece tells a story of our rich heritage."
ANNA: Your wares are truly breathtaking, so much detail, history,...
(A tourist wanders over and interrupts Anna’s thoughts by speaking boldly and with pure delight.)
TOURIST: "Wow, these colors are amazing! I've never seen anything like it back home."
(As Anna Wanders further into the Market just taking in the spirit of a blended marketplace and people from all over coming together to do business. Anna observes the people taking in the lessons.)
ANNA: Entrepreneurship is the key to the strength of this community and the heart of the people. Without these independent business owners this market wouldn’t even exist. I have to remember that the key to growth is community. Wealth is in being a business owner.
[The local artisan smiles proudly, delighted by the tourist's admiration for their craft.]
STREET VENDOR: "Spicy noodles, hot off the wok! Come and get 'em while they're hot!"
CUSTOMER: "I'll take two, please! And make sure you load them up with extra chili sauce."
[The customer eagerly hands over their coins as the street vendor prepares their order with a skillful flourish.]
DUTCH SETTLER: "Another shipment of goods from the motherland, ready for trade! Our colonies will prosper with these riches."
INDIGENOUS TRIBESPERSON: "We welcome your trade, but remember, this land is also ours. Let us work together for mutual benefit."
[The Dutch settler nods, acknowledging the tribesperson's words with a sense of respect for the indigenous culture.]
JAVANESE SULTAN: "Ah, the sights and sounds of Batavia never cease to amaze me. Truly, this city is a testament to our resilience."
CHINESE TRADER: "Indeed, Your Highness. May our trade continue to prosper, bringing prosperity to all who call this city home."
[The Javanese sultan and Chinese trader clasp hands in a gesture of solidarity, their alliance symbolizing the spirit of cooperation that defines Batavia.]
[FADE OUT.]
[END SCENE 60]
[SCENE 64] JAZMINE/STAR/TREY COLLEGE (22) UNIVERSITY CAMPUS
[EXT. HBCU UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - DAY]
[Star, Jaz, and Trey stroll through the vibrant campus, soaking in the energy and excitement of their surroundings.]
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Excitedly) Hey guys, would you like to take a tour of the campus before we head back to get ready for dinner?
STAR: (Enthusiastic) Sure, that sounds like a great idea! We can swing by the African-American Studies department, and I can finally meet your mom.
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Smiling) You're eager to meet my mom, huh? You're such a fan.
STAR: (Playfully) Not any more than you are for Trey.
[The girls share a laugh as Trey joins in, looking a bit confused.]
TREY: (Confused) What's so funny? Why are you laughing?
STAR: (Teasingly) Oh, just teasing you a bit.
TREY: (Surprised) Me? What did I do?
STAR: (Grinning) Nothing, really. We were just talking about taking a campus tour with Jaz.
TREY:(Excited) Yeah, let's do it! Can we swing by the Omega house?
STAR: (Chuckling) Omega? Dad and KEVIN-GRANDAD were both Alphas, you know.
TREY: (Defensive) I know, I know. I just thought it'd be cool to check out something different.
STAR: (Reflective) You know, breaking tradition, like how I chose Howard instead of Spelman like Mom.
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Curious) Did your mom pledge?
STAR: (Confirming) Yep, she's an AKA, just like my grandma.
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Realization) Ah, I see. So, you're a legacy.
STAR: (Nodding) Yeah, technically. But I've been thinking about not pledging at all.
TREY: (Shocked) What? Why not?
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Surprised) Star, you'd be missing out on so much—the sisterhood, the network, the history, the value!
STAR:(Contemplative) I know, but I've been weighing my options. I want to make my own path.
TREY: (Acknowledging) That's fair. It's important to do what feels right for you.
TREY: (Eager) Alright, let's get this tour started. I want to see everything before dinner.
[The trio continues their exploration of the campus, filled with anticipation for the adventures that await them at Howard University.]
[END SCENE 64]
[SCENE 59]
[INT. COLLEGE DORM ROOM - DAY]
[Star stands in her new dorm room, surrounded by boxes and bags, her face lit up with excitement as she takes in the space. Trey, Granddad, and Dad help her move in while Mom stands in the hallway, directing them to the right room.]
STAR:
(Beaming)
I can't believe I'm finally here at Howard University. This is a dream come true for me. I've been looking forward to this moment since I was six years old. Howard was always my top choice for an HBCU, and now I'm actually here!
[As Star marvels at her new surroundings, Jazmine enters the room, introducing herself with a warm smile.]
JAZMINE (JAZ):
Hey there, I'm Jazmine, but everyone calls me Jaz. Jazmine Simone Wright. It's great to meet you, Star.
STAR:
(Grinning)
Likewise, Jaz. I'm Star, Star Adams. That's my middle name, by the way.
JAZMINE (JAZ):
(Laughing)
I like it. Star Adams has a nice ring to it.
[Star notices that Jazmine's belongings are already set up in the room, prompting her curiosity.]
STAR:
(Surprised)
How did you manage to get all your stuff in and set up already? It's only move-in day!
JAZMINE (JAZ):
(Explaining)
My mom works here, so we moved in over the weekend. It's one of the perks of having a mom who's a professor of African American Studies.
STAR:
(Amazed)
Wait, your mom is Professor Wright? I just finished reading her book, "The Plight of a Strong Black Woman in the Americas."
[Star starts searching through her boxes, eventually finding the book and showing it to Jazmine, who looks impressed.]
JAZMINE (JAZ):
(Confirming)
Yep, that's my mom's book. And it looks like you've really been diving into it.
[Meanwhile, Trey enters the room, catching Jazmine's eye, sparking a conversation between the two.]
JAZMINE (JAZ):
(Excitedly, whispering to Star)
Who's that?
STAR:
(Whispering back)
That's Trey, my brother. He's still in high school, though, and we're from LA. Long-distance would be tough.
[As Trey flexes a bit and smiles at Jazmine, she can't help but feel intrigued.]
JAZMINE (JAZ):
(Enthusiastically)
Yeah, I get that. But maybe we could see how things go during breaks when you're back home?
STAR:
(Smiling)
Sure, why not?
[Trey overhears their conversation and approaches, looking confused.]
TREY:
(Confused)
Wait, Jaz likes me?
[Star tries to downplay the situation, but Trey remains suspicious.]
STAR:
(Quickly)
Oh, it's nothing.
[Trey changes the subject and asks where to put the music box, while Mom, Dad, and Granddad enter the room.]
MOM (TRINA):
Alright, Star, we're heading to the hotel to freshen up for dinner. Do you need any more help, or are you good to go?
[Star looks at Jazmine and subtly signals her approval for Trey to stay and help her unpack, to which Star agrees.]
STAR:
(Smiling)
I could use the extra muscle for a bit longer.
[Mom, Dad, and Granddad share a tender moment with Star before leaving the room.]
DAD (TRENTON):
We'll be back at 6:30 to pick you up for dinner, Star.
[As Dad hugs Star with pride and Mom kisses her with emotion, the family shares a warm moment before departing.]
[END SCENE 59]
[SCENE 7]
[Mom busies herself with last-minute preparations in the kitchen, while Star and Trey engage in playful banter.]
MOM (TRINA)
(while working)
Trey, come grab this box for me, please.
TREY
(rolling his eyes)
Mom, I'm only six. I can't be doing all of this heavy lifting.
[Mom responds with a playful threat, causing Trey to comply reluctantly.]
MOM (TRINA)
(cheerfully)
If you don't get over here and grab this box, you might not make it to seven.
[Trey grumbles but eventually grabs the box.]
TREY
(sighing)
What's this for, anyway?
[Mom explains the purpose of the box, prompting Trey to glance at Star.]
TREY
(teasing)
You're lucky I'm a nice brother. Other brothers wouldn't be doing all of this.
[Star chuckles and defends her brother, showing their close bond.]
STAR
(laughing)
Trey, you're the most excellent little brother in the world, even though you can be annoying.
[Star turns back to her mom, eager for more information about her grandfather's gift.]
STAR
(pleading)
Mom, please tell me what Granddad is bringing from Africa.
[Mom hesitates, teasingly withholding the information, adding to Star's anticipation.]
MOM (TRINA)
(teasingly)
All I can say is that it has been in our family for several generations. Granddad said he thinks you will love it.
[The scene is filled with excitement and anticipation as the family prepares for Star's special birthday celebration.]
[END SCENE 7]
[SCENE 25] TRAVEL : KUSH PALACE
The camera goes to the Kush Palace.
INT. ANCIENT KUSH - PALACE HALLWAY - DAY
[The air is heavy with anticipation as a group of KUSHITE NOBLES clad in richly embroidered robes pace the ornate hallway of the palace. They speak in hushed tones, their expressions a mix of concern and excitement. They just received news that the young Pharaoh accepted and appreciated the gifts.]
NOBLE 1: (gesturing emphatically)
With the disintegration of the New Kingdom, our opportunity arises.
NOBLE 2: (nodding)
Kush stands on the brink of independence once more.
[As they speak, the camera pans to a MAP hanging on the wall, depicting the region with intricate detail. The focus is on a particular area marked as "NAPATA."]
NOBLE 3: (pointing at the map)
The heart of our future kingdom lies here, at Napata.
[Suddenly, the conversation pauses as they notice a figure approaching. It's ALARA and QUEEN KASAQA (STAR), the enigmatic leaders of the Kushites. Their presence commands respect and authority. Her beauty and elegance are unmatched in all of Kush or Egypt.]
KING ALARA (MALIK): (with a measured tone)
My dear nobles, the time has come for Kush to rise. Our destiny awaits us.
NOBLE 1: (bowing respectfully)
Your Majesty, what shall be our first step?
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (gracefully stepping forward)
We must tread carefully, my beloved. Our actions must be calculated if we are to secure our future.
[The nobles turn their attention to Queen Kasaqa, and their reverence is evident in their demeanor.]
NOBLE 2: And what of Egypt, Your Majesty? Will they not oppose us?
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (meeting Alara's gaze)
Egypt's grasp on our land weakens each day, but we must not underestimate their resolve. Alara, what say you?
KING ALARA (MALIK): (nodding thoughtfully)
Egypt's power wanes, yet their shadow still looms large. But fear not, my queen. Together, we shall navigate these treacherous waters and lead our people to greatness.
[The nobles exchange glances, reassured by the unity between their monarchs.]
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (placing a hand on Alara's arm)
From this day forth, let us stand as one, united in purpose and unwavering determination.
KING ALARA (MALIK): (bowing his head respectfully)
As you command, my queen. Together, we shall forge a legacy worthy of our ancestors.
[The nobles echo their leaders' sentiments, their hearts swelling with pride as they prepare to embark on a journey of conquest and glory. And amidst the palace's opulence, the bond between Alara and Queen Kasaqa shines brightly, a beacon of hope for the Kingdom of Kush.
Historical clips from Ancient Egypt and the battles the Egyptians took over other lands will flash on the screen. The scenes are so intense that they startle Star.
INT- BACK IN STAR’S BEDROOM
She pulls away and finds herself staring at her laptop. She wondered if it was all a dream when she fell asleep and why it felt so real. She reaches for her journal to capture her thoughts and the details of what she just went through.
[END SCENE 25]
INT. PALACE CARRIAGE - DAY - TRAVEL - LONDON ENGLAND 1500’s
QUEEN CHARLOTTE (50s, regal but with a spark of mischief in her eyes) sits opposite her LADY-IN-WAITING, BEATRICE. The carriage rattles along the cobblestone streets of London. Charlotte steals a glance out the window, a flicker of longing crossing her face.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (murmuring) A beautiful day for a ride, wouldn't you say, Beatrice?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE:(startled) Indeed, Your Majesty. Though perhaps a little brisk for a gown of such delicate lace.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(a half smile) One must endure some discomfort for the sake of appearances, mustn't we?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE glances nervously out the carriage window, fearing the Queen's pronouncements might be overheard by passersby.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, what if someone hears you?
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (a sly smile) Beatrice, can a queen not dream of being somewhere else other than a palace or this carriage? Many may find it unroyal, but dreams are open to everyone.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, you are so right. Dreams are open to everyone.
(She continues looking out the carriage window in silence.)
LATER THAT DAY
INT. PALACE STUDY - DAY
Charlotte sits at her desk, surrounded by stacks of petitions and reports. A bust of a stern-faced KING GEORGE III (50s, already showing signs of mental illness) gazes down from a nearby shelf.
A young, idealistic MAN enters, his eyes wide with nervous excitement.
BUTLER MAN: Your Majesty, I come bearing news from the abolitionist movement.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(raising an eyebrow) Do tell, Mr...?
BUTLER MAN: William Wilberforce, Your Majesty. Charlotte gestures for him to sit.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Mr. Wilberforce, your stance on slavery is well-known. But you must understand, the Crown cannot openly endorse such a... divisive issue.
WILBERFORCE:(passionately)Divisive, Your Majesty? The trade in human lives is an abomination! Surely, with your influence...
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (interrupting gently) My influence lies in a delicate dance, Mr. Wilberforce. Pushing too hard could incite chaos. However, whispers can be just as powerful.
(Charlotte leans forward, her gaze intense.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(cont.) Tell me, Mr. Wilberforce, how can we make the whispers against slavery a deafening roar?
WILBERFORCE: Your Majesty, let me work on that whisper.
He stands, bows, thanks Queen Charlotte, and leaves the study.
LATER THAT NIGHT
INT. GRAND BALLROOM - NIGHT
A dazzling spectacle unfolds. Charlotte, a vision in diamonds and silk, greets dignitaries. But her eyes scan the room, searching. Guests in elaborate attire mingle, gossip buzzing like angry bees.
(Suddenly, she spots a group of ladies, the bluestockings – intellectuals shunned by some for their thirst for knowledge. They exchange a subtle nod.
She walks through and encounters some ladies discussing various topics, standing with a strained smile on her face.)
LADY ASHFORD: (whispering) Have you heard? The Duke is entertaining... questionable company again.
LADY CRAVEN: (clutching her pearls) Shocking! But one can't expect much from those with... foreign blood.
(Charlotte's smile vanishes for a moment. Amara appears behind her, discreetly offering a glass of champagne.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (taking the glass) Thank you, Amara.
LADY CRAVEN: (leaning in) Forgive my rudeness, Your Majesty, but whispers abound. Is it true you have... African ancestry?
(Charlotte meets her gaze with intense coolness and then smiles with pride before she speaks)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: My lineage is a tapestry woven from many threads. But a queen is judged by her actions, not her blood.
She takes a sip of champagne, the taste bitter on her tongue.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) Speaking of actions, have you ladies seen the latest reports on the slave trade? The conditions are barbaric.
LADY ASHFORD: (frowning) But surely, Your Majesty, the colonies need a strong workforce.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: There is a difference between workforce and human chattel. Perhaps we should explore alternative solutions? Education, perhaps?
Charlotte's words hang in the air, met with nervous glances.
LATER
Queen Charlotte sits in a secluded corner with two of the bluestockings, discussing philosophy. They weave conversations about human rights and freedom into their seemingly harmless discourse.
INT. QUEEN'S PRIVATE CHAMBER - NIGHT
(Charlotte removes her heavy jewels, revealing a weariness beneath the facade. A painting of a young, vibrant woman with African features hangs on the wall. Charlotte sits alone, a book on abolitionism open on her lap. Amara enters with a worried expression.)
AMARA: Word of your comments at the party has reached the King. He is not pleased.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(rising) Of course not. But change will not come from silence.
AMARA: You are a beacon, Your Majesty. But a single candle can be easily snuffed out.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Then perhaps I need to find a way to light more candles.
(Charlotte walks to the window, gazing out at the moonlit gardens.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) There are ways to influence the world without a crown. Ways that leave a mark on history, even if it goes unseen.
AMARA leaves the chamber. Charlotte sits there in silence, contemplating. She looks at the painting on the wall.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (to the painting) Mother, they see only the queen they wish to see. But you know the girl who arrived here, alone and afraid.
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 78]
INT. PALACE CARRIAGE - DAY - TRAVEL - LONDON ENGLAND 1500’s
QUEEN CHARLOTTE (50s, regal but with a spark of mischief in her eyes) sits opposite her LADY-IN-WAITING, BEATRICE. The carriage rattles along the cobblestone streets of London. Charlotte steals a glance out the window, a flicker of longing crossing her face.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (murmuring) A beautiful day for a ride, wouldn't you say, Beatrice?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE:(startled) Indeed, Your Majesty. Though perhaps a little brisk for a gown of such delicate lace.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(a half smile) One must endure some discomfort for the sake of appearances, mustn't we?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE glances nervously out the carriage window, fearing the Queen's pronouncements might be overheard by passersby.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, what if someone hears you?
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (a sly smile) Beatrice, can a queen not dream of being somewhere else other than a palace or this carriage? Many may find it unroyal, but dreams are open to everyone.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, you are so right. Dreams are open to everyone.
(She continues looking out the carriage window in silence.)
LATER THAT DAY
INT. PALACE STUDY - DAY
Charlotte sits at her desk, surrounded by stacks of petitions and reports. A bust of a stern-faced KING GEORGE III (50s, already showing signs of mental illness) gazes down from a nearby shelf.
A young, idealistic MAN enters, his eyes wide with nervous excitement.
BUTLER MAN: Your Majesty, I come bearing news from the abolitionist movement.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(raising an eyebrow) Do tell, Mr...?
BUTLER MAN: William Wilberforce, Your Majesty. Charlotte gestures for him to sit.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Mr. Wilberforce, your stance on slavery is well-known. But you must understand, the Crown cannot openly endorse such a... divisive issue.
WILBERFORCE:(passionately)Divisive, Your Majesty? The trade in human lives is an abomination! Surely, with your influence...
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (interrupting gently) My influence lies in a delicate dance, Mr. Wilberforce. Pushing too hard could incite chaos. However, whispers can be just as powerful.
(Charlotte leans forward, her gaze intense.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(cont.) Tell me, Mr. Wilberforce, how can we make the whispers against slavery a deafening roar?
WILBERFORCE: Your Majesty, let me work on that whisper.
He stands, bows, thanks Queen Charlotte, and leaves the study.
LATER THAT NIGHT
INT. GRAND BALLROOM - NIGHT
A dazzling spectacle unfolds. Charlotte, a vision in diamonds and silk, greets dignitaries. But her eyes scan the room, searching. Guests in elaborate attire mingle, gossip buzzing like angry bees.
(Suddenly, she spots a group of ladies, the bluestockings – intellectuals shunned by some for their thirst for knowledge. They exchange a subtle nod.
She walks through and encounters some ladies discussing various topics, standing with a strained smile on her face.)
LADY ASHFORD: (whispering) Have you heard? The Duke is entertaining... questionable company again.
LADY CRAVEN: (clutching her pearls) Shocking! But one can't expect much from those with... foreign blood.
(Charlotte's smile vanishes for a moment. Amara appears behind her, discreetly offering a glass of champagne.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (taking the glass) Thank you, Amara.
LADY CRAVEN: (leaning in) Forgive my rudeness, Your Majesty, but whispers abound. Is it true you have... African ancestry?
(Charlotte meets her gaze with intense coolness and then smiles with pride before she speaks)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: My lineage is a tapestry woven from many threads. But a queen is judged by her actions, not her blood.
She takes a sip of champagne, the taste bitter on her tongue.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) Speaking of actions, have you ladies seen the latest reports on the slave trade? The conditions are barbaric.
LADY ASHFORD: (frowning) But surely, Your Majesty, the colonies need a strong workforce.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: There is a difference between workforce and human chattel. Perhaps we should explore alternative solutions? Education, perhaps?
Charlotte's words hang in the air, met with nervous glances.
LATER
Queen Charlotte sits in a secluded corner with two of the bluestockings, discussing philosophy. They weave conversations about human rights and freedom into their seemingly harmless discourse.
INT. QUEEN'S PRIVATE CHAMBER - NIGHT
(Charlotte removes her heavy jewels, revealing a weariness beneath the facade. A painting of a young, vibrant woman with African features hangs on the wall. Charlotte sits alone, a book on abolitionism open on her lap. Amara enters with a worried expression.)
AMARA: Word of your comments at the party has reached the King. He is not pleased.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(rising) Of course not. But change will not come from silence.
AMARA: You are a beacon, Your Majesty. But a single candle can be easily snuffed out.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Then perhaps I need to find a way to light more candles.
(Charlotte walks to the window, gazing out at the moonlit gardens.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) There are ways to influence the world without a crown. Ways that leave a mark on history, even if it goes unseen.
AMARA leaves the chamber. Charlotte sits there in silence, contemplating. She looks at the painting on the wall.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (to the painting) Mother, they see only the queen they wish to see. But you know the girl who arrived here, alone and afraid.
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 78]
INT. PALACE CARRIAGE - DAY - TRAVEL - LONDON ENGLAND 1500’s
QUEEN CHARLOTTE (50s, regal but with a spark of mischief in her eyes) sits opposite her LADY-IN-WAITING, BEATRICE. The carriage rattles along the cobblestone streets of London. Charlotte steals a glance out the window, a flicker of longing crossing her face.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (murmuring) A beautiful day for a ride, wouldn't you say, Beatrice?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: (startled) Indeed, Your Majesty. Though perhaps a little brisk for a gown of such delicate lace.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(a half smile) One must endure some discomfort for the sake of appearances, mustn't we?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE glances nervously out the carriage window, fearing passersby might overhear the Queen's pronouncements.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, what if someone hears you?
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (a sly smile) Beatrice, can a queen not dream of being somewhere else other than a palace or this carriage? Many may find it unroyal, but dreams are open to everyone.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, you are so right. Dreams are open to everyone.
(She continues looking out the carriage window in silence.)
LATER THAT DAY
INT. PALACE STUDY - DAY
Charlotte sits at her desk, surrounded by stacks of petitions and reports. A bust of a stern-faced KING GEORGE III (50s, already showing signs of mental illness) gazes down from a nearby shelf.
A young, idealistic MAN enters, his eyes wide with nervous excitement.
BUTLER MAN: Your Majesty, I come bearing news from the abolitionist movement.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(raising an eyebrow) Do tell, Mr...?
BUTLER MAN: William Wilberforce, Your Majesty. Charlotte gestures for him to sit.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Mr. Wilberforce, your stance on slavery is well-known. But you must understand, the Crown cannot openly endorse such a... divisive issue.
WILBERFORCE:(passionately)Divisive, Your Majesty? The trade in human lives is an abomination! Surely, with your influence...
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (interrupting gently) My influence lies in a delicate dance, Mr. Wilberforce. Pushing too hard could incite chaos. However, whispers can be just as powerful.
(Charlotte leans forward, her gaze intense.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(cont.) Tell me, Mr. Wilberforce, how can we make the whispers against slavery a deafening roar?
WILBERFORCE: Your Majesty, let me work on that whisper.
He stands, bows, thanks Queen Charlotte, and leaves the study.
LATER THAT NIGHT
INT. GRAND BALLROOM - NIGHT
A dazzling spectacle unfolds. Charlotte, a vision in diamonds and silk, greets dignitaries. But her eyes scan the room, searching. Guests in elaborate attire mingle, gossip buzzing like angry bees.
(Suddenly, she spots a group of ladies, the bluestockings – intellectuals shunned by some for their thirst for knowledge. They exchange a subtle nod.
She walks through and encounters some ladies discussing various topics, standing with a strained smile on her face.)
LADY ASHFORD: (whispering) Have you heard? The Duke is entertaining... questionable company again.
LADY CRAVEN: (clutching her pearls) Shocking! But one can't expect much from those with... foreign blood.
(Charlotte's smile vanishes for a moment. Amara appears behind her, discreetly offering a glass of champagne.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (taking the glass) Thank you, Amara.
LADY CRAVEN: (leaning in) Forgive my rudeness, Your Majesty, but whispers abound. Is it true you have... African ancestry?
(Charlotte meets her gaze with intense coolness and then smiles with pride before she speaks)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: My lineage is a tapestry woven from many threads. But a queen is judged by her actions, not her blood.
She takes a sip of champagne, the taste bitter on her tongue.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) Speaking of actions, have you ladies seen the latest reports on the slave trade? The conditions are barbaric.
LADY ASHFORD: (frowning) But surely, Your Majesty, the colonies need a strong workforce.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: There is a difference between workforce and human chattel. Perhaps we should explore alternative solutions? Education, perhaps?
Charlotte's words hang in the air, met with nervous glances.
LATER
Queen Charlotte sits in a secluded corner with two of the bluestockings, discussing philosophy. They weave conversations about human rights and freedom into their seemingly harmless discourse.
INT. QUEEN'S PRIVATE CHAMBER - NIGHT
(Charlotte removes her heavy jewels, revealing a weariness beneath the facade. A painting of a young, vibrant woman with African features hangs on the wall. Charlotte sits alone, a book on abolitionism open on her lap. Amara enters with a worried expression.)
AMARA: Word of your comments at the party has reached the King. He is not pleased.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(rising) Of course not. But change will not come from silence.
AMARA: You are a beacon, Your Majesty. But a single candle can be easily snuffed out.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Then perhaps I need to find a way to light more candles.
(Charlotte walks to the window, gazing out at the moonlit gardens.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) There are ways to influence the world without a crown. Ways that leave a mark on history, even if it goes unseen.
AMARA leaves the chamber. Charlotte sits there in silence, contemplating. She looks at the painting on the wall.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (to the painting) Mother, they see only the queen they wish to see. But you know the girl who arrived here, alone and afraid.
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 78]
[SCENE 11] STAR/LAUREN/LAYLA: Elementary (8) BEACH HOUSE
INT. BEACH HOUSE - DAY
[More guests begin to arrive at the Beach House, adding to the festive atmosphere. Mom and Aunt Jennifer prepare a space for the gifts while Layla and Lauren converse with Star.]
[LAUREN initiates the conversation, curious about Star's birthday wishes.]
LAUREN: (inquisitively)
So, what do you want most for this birthday?
[STAR shares her excitement about her birthday gifts, influenced by the anticipation of her GRANDDAD present.]
STAR:(enthusiastically)
I wanted a new bike and a pair of skates so I could move about, but ever since my mom told me that my granddad was bringing me a gift from Africa, I've been excited about that.
[LAYLA chimes in, reminiscing about past gifts from their Grandfather.]
LAYLA: (excitedly)
Yeah, that sounds cool. Grandfather travels a lot, and he always brings back amazing gifts. I remember he gave me and Lauren these unique tribal masks for our ninth birthday.
[The conversation continues, setting the tone for the birthday celebration and adding to the anticipation of Star's special gift from Africa.]
[END SCENE 11]
[SCENE 11] STAR/LAUREN/LAYLA: Elementary (8) BEACH HOUSE
INT. BEACH HOUSE - DAY
[More guests begin to arrive at the Beach House, adding to the festive atmosphere. Mom and Aunt Jennifer prepare a space for the gifts while Layla and Lauren converse with Star.]
[LAUREN initiates the conversation, curious about Star's birthday wishes.]
LAUREN: (inquisitively)
So, what do you want most for this birthday?
[STAR shares her excitement about her birthday gifts, influenced by the anticipation of her GRANDDAD present.]
STAR:(enthusiastically)
I wanted a new bike and a pair of skates so I could move about, but ever since my mom told me that my granddad was bringing me a gift from Africa, I've been excited about that.
[LAYLA chimes in, reminiscing about past gifts from their Grandfather.]
LAYLA: (excitedly)
Yeah, that sounds cool. Grandfather travels a lot, and he always brings back amazing gifts. I remember he gave me and Lauren these unique tribal masks for our ninth birthday.
[The conversation continues, setting the tone for the birthday celebration and adding to the anticipation of Star's special gift from Africa.]
[END SCENE 11]
[SCENE 60]-TRAVEL : BATIVA
INT. INDONESIAN MARKET - DAY
INT. BUSY PORT TOWN OF BATAVIA - 17TH CENTURY
[Anna, a 20-year-old Indonesian woman, steps into a bustling 17th-century market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vibrant scene before her: an outdoor market filled with the hustle and bustle of trade. The air is filled with the sounds of haggling, laughter, and the rich aromas of exotic spices and fresh produce.]
ANNA: (whispering to herself) Amazing... the craftsmanship, the entrepreneurship, the diversity...
[Anna walks through the market, admiring the array of goods displayed by Indigenous people of the West Indies. Intricate textiles, handmade crafts, and spices from distant lands fill the stalls, each representing a piece of the world brought together through trade.]
[The bustling port town of Batavia comes alive with activity, the air thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and the salty sea breeze. Ships with billowing sails line the harbor while merchants haggle over goods from distant lands. In the heart of Batavia, amidst the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions, a new society emerges. A society where diversity is celebrated, and unity is forged through shared experiences and mutual respect. And in this bustling metropolis, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, the spirit of resilience and adaptation thrives, as the people of Batavia navigate the complexities of colonial rule with ingenuity and grace.]
[During this vibrant scene, Anna navigates through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder. Her Eurasian-African heritage mirrors the diverse tapestry of this colonial outpost, where modern concepts of freedom are but a distant dream.]
[As Anna weaves through the market, her attention is drawn to a group of Dutch merchants unloading crates of goods from a ship docked at the harbor.]
MERCHANT 1: (To his companions) Be careful now; watch your step!
MERCHANT 2: (Excitedly) Aye, we've got a shipment of fine silks from the Orient!
MERCHANT 3: (Boasting) And remember the spices! Fresh from the Moluccas, the envy of every trader in these parts!
[Amidst the bustling activity, a stern matron leads a group of orphaned children toward a sizable colonial building, catching Anna's eye.]
MATRON: (Calling out to the children) Hurry along now, children! It's time for your lessons.
[Anna's curiosity is piqued by the sight of the orphanage, but she continues her exploration, eager to soak in the sights and sounds of this bustling colonial hub.]
[As Anna ventures further into the vibrant marketplace, her heart swells with a sense of adventure, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Batavia.]
MERCHANT 1: "Step right up, step right up! Finest silks from the Orient, guaranteed to make you the envy of the town!"
MERCHANT 2: "Fresh spices from the Moluccas! Taste the flavors of the East, right here in Batavia!"
MERCHANT 3: "Batiks from Java, woven with the skill of generations! Take home a piece of Indonesian craftsmanship today!"
[The merchants' voices blend into a lively chorus, attracting the attention of passersby as they weave through the bustling marketplace.]
ANNA: (Stops at a local Artisian picks up a piece of pottery) This is interesting!
LOCAL ARTISAN: Look at our other Beautiful pottery, handcrafted with love! Each piece tells a story of our rich heritage."
ANNA: Your wares are truly breathtaking, so much detail, history,...
(A tourist wanders over and interrupts Anna’s thoughts by speaking boldly and with pure delight.)
TOURIST: "Wow, these colors are amazing! I've never seen anything like it back home."
(As Anna Wanders further into the Market just taking in the spirit of a blended marketplace and people from all over coming together to do business. Anna observes the people taking in the lessons.)
ANNA: Entrepreneurship is the key to the strength of this community and the heart of the people. Without these independent business owners this market wouldn’t even exist. I have to remember that the key to growth is community. Wealth is in being a business owner.
[The local artisan smiles proudly, delighted by the tourist's admiration for their craft.]
STREET VENDOR: "Spicy noodles, hot off the wok! Come and get 'em while they're hot!"
CUSTOMER: "I'll take two, please! And make sure you load them up with extra chili sauce."
[The customer eagerly hands over their coins as the street vendor prepares their order with a skillful flourish.]
DUTCH SETTLER: "Another shipment of goods from the motherland, ready for trade! Our colonies will prosper with these riches."
INDIGENOUS TRIBESPERSON: "We welcome your trade, but remember, this land is also ours. Let us work together for mutual benefit."
[The Dutch settler nods, acknowledging the tribesperson's words with a sense of respect for the indigenous culture.]
JAVANESE SULTAN: "Ah, the sights and sounds of Batavia never cease to amaze me. Truly, this city is a testament to our resilience."
CHINESE TRADER: "Indeed, Your Highness. May our trade continue to prosper, bringing prosperity to all who call this city home."
[The Javanese sultan and Chinese trader clasp hands in a gesture of solidarity, their alliance symbolizing the spirit of cooperation that defines Batavia.]
[FADE OUT.]
[END SCENE 60]
[SCENE 32] MALIK/MALCOLM/RICHARD/SHARON/DAVID: HIGHSCHOOL (15) - HIGHEND HOME- LIVING ROOM
INT. MALCOLM’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON
[Malik and Richard arrive at Malcolm’s house, brimming with excitement to tell Malcolm and his parents the great news. Mrs. Little opens the door, inviting them in.]
MRS. LITTLE (SHARON): Come in, Malik and Richard. What’s going on?
[Malik wastes no time in sharing his thrilling news about GreenPower International securing its first contract to power the new addition of their high school.]
MALIK: I have some amazing news. We just landed a trial contract to provide our high school with a green power solution.
MRS. LITTLE (SHARON): Wow, that’s great! However, Malcolm will not be able to be a part of it.
[The mood shifts when it's revealed that Malcolm will be unable to continue working on the project due to his family's impending move to Germany.]
MALIK: Ms. Little, we've been working on this for a long time. Now that we finally launched it, you're telling me that Malcolm can no longer be a part of it?
[Malik turns to his father, seeking guidance on what to do next.]
MALIK: Dad, what now? What do we do?
RICHARD: Malcolm, what do you want to do about the business? Do you want to sell it or just receive royalties from it?
[Malcolm, feeling torn, expresses his desire to continue working on the project.]
MALCOLM: Mr. Smith, I always thought that Malik and I would run this together.
[Mr. Little enters the room, joining the conversation.]
MR. LITTLE(DAVID): Hey, Richard, what's going on? Why so serious?
[As Mr. Little joins the conversation, the weight of the decision hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the once jubilant mood.]
RICHARD: David, the boys have an amazing opportunity in front of them; they got their first customer for their GreenEnergy device.
DAVID: What? When? That is amazing! So why so serious?
MALCOLM: (Frustrated) Mom said we are moving to Germany because of your job! This sucks.
RICHARD: To answer your question, David, the boys thought they would continue as business partners and work on this together.
DAVID: I see, but maybe they can?
RICHARD, MALIK, and MALCOLM: (Listening intently)
DAVID: Maybe Malcolm can stay here with you all...
Before he could finish, Sharon pipes in.
SHARON: Not going to happen. Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.
[Malcolm looks frustrated and disgusted.]
DAVID: (He walks over to Malcolm and mouths, "I tried." (I'm looking to cheer him up.)
Malcolm, I am sorry. Besides, it’s not like we are leaving tomorrow.
RICHARD: David and Sharon, can we talk about this?
[They walk into the other room out of earshot of the boys and talk.]
SHARON: Yeah, as long as it has nothing to do with leaving Malcolm here. Not going to happen. David, I can’t believe you were going to suggest something like that.
DAVID: (Catches Sharon’s disapproving look and stops mid-flow)
No, I wasn’t thinking permanently. Just to the end of... Forget it.
RICHARD: I am open to suggestions.
SHARON: How about a buyout? It will give Malcolm some money to put toward college.
RICHARD: (Thinks about it for a moment.) I am good with that. Let’s go talk to the boys.
[They walk back into the room.]
SHARON: Malcolm, would you oppose selling your portion of the business?
MALCOLM: (Looking disappointed) I don’t know.
RICHARD: Malcolm, it would be a fair offer if you were willing to sell it.
MALCOLM: (Malcolm thinks about it more and looks at Malik before deciding.)
That's fine with me, Mr. Smith. What’s a fair offer?
RICHARD: Okay, Malcolm. Can you gather all of the plans, drawings, and anything related to the GPI system?
MALCOLM: Sure, give me a moment.
[Malcolm leaves to gather the requested materials while Richard prepares to finalize the buyout.]
MALCOLM: (Returning) Here are the materials.
[As Malcolm hands over the plans, Richard pulls out his checkbook and begins writing a check.]
RICHARD: Malcolm, thank you for all the hard work and dedication you've put into this project. Consider this a gesture of appreciation.
MALCOLM: Um, um, this is too much. You must have made a mistake. This is not half. This is more than what we have in contracts. This is for $5 million. Are you sure?
DAVID: Are you sure, Richard? That’s a lot of money!
RICHARD: Thank you for all your hard work and dedication to this project. Consider this a gesture of appreciation. (Look to David and Sharon.) They have been working on this for years. It’s the least we can do, and I think it is a fair offer.
MALIK: (Grinning) It looks like you hit the jackpot, Malcolm.
MALIK: (looking at his dad) Um, where's my advance for all those years?
RICHARD: (Laughing) You have me as a partner now, so you're sure to do well. Malik. You've got me backing you up now.
MALIK: Dad, you have always been backing me.
RICHARD: Now, I am partnering with you, that’s your advance.
[David and Sharon Little express their gratitude, and Malcolm walks over and gives Malik and Richard Smith a huge hug.]
RICHARD: You both deserve it. Now, let's focus on the future and make GreenPower International a success.
[Malcolm, still processing the unexpected windfall, nods in agreement, while Malik beams with excitement at the prospect of what lies ahead.]
(With the buyout settled and Malcolm's departure imminent, the trio set their sights on the future, eager to build upon the foundation they had laid together. As they embraced the challenges and opportunities ahead, Malik couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of partnering with his father and taking GreenPower International to new heights.)
MALIK: When are you leaving for Germany?
DAVID: We are leaving in 2 weeks.
MALIK: Okay, Malcolm, we have much to do before you leave the country.
MALCOLM: Mom & Dad, can I go over to Malik’s?
DAVID: Sure, don’t be out to late.
MALCOLM: Thanks. I will be back in a couple of hours before curfew.
SHARON: Curfew is 11:00PM not 11:01
MALCOLM: I know I will be back way before then, by 10:00PM
(Malik, Richard and Malcolm leave.)
LATER THAT EVENING - IN THE LITTLE'S LIVING ROOM
[Sharon comes in with a letter.]
SHARON: Look at this letter. It was in the mail. It looks like your dad left you some land here in Georgia and Africa.
DAVID: What? When, how? My dad has been dead for over 10 years. This doesn’t make sense.
SHARON: According to the letter, this company has been looking for you. David, this doesn’t make sense. We have been living here for over 15 years. Do you think this is a scam?
DAVID: I don’t know. I will look into it in the morning.
SHARON: Babe, something is telling me it’s real. Look at this line, they have Malcolm listed.
DAVID: It says that if they can find me, he will get it all I will look into it. Wait, they said we have 100 hectares in South West Africa, passed down from my great-great-grandfather. Strangely, my dad never talked about his grandfather. He said he never even met him. This is strange.
SHARON: I agree. So, what are we going to do with Malcolm’s money? We can’t let a 16-year-old boy have access to that much money at one time.
DAVID: Yeah, you’re right. We both know Malcolm can get obsessive about things. Before he met Malik, he was obsessed with finding four-leaf clovers. (They laugh)
SHARON: It was bad. He was going into all the neighbors' yards with a magnifying glass and ended up burning a big hole in Mr. Johnson's front yard, That was a disaster, Mr. Johnson was hot. Remember, babe, we had to pay to redo Mr. Johnson’s front yard.
DAVID: Yeah!! I do remember, he was like 6 or 7 then. Malcolm can be a little impulsive and destructive without something to focus on.
SHARON: I am actually a little concerned now since he doesn’t have GPI to focus on…
DAVID: Me too. I think we need to put this money into a trust that he can’t access until he turns 21. Then he can only get a million, and when he turns 31, he can get 2 million, and when he turns 36, he can get it all.
SHARON: I like the idea. Why those ages?
DAVID: Well, Malik and Malcolm were doing some research on the brain before they landed on green power. One of the papers they reviewed said the male brain is not fully developed until after 30. Any decision made before then would be made with half a brain.
SHARON: (Laughing) That makes sense. I met you at 20, and boy, did you do and say some dumb stuff back then.
DAVID: Now I have a valid reason for my missteps. I was working with half a brain.
[They both laugh, and the scene ends.]
[END SCENE 32]
[SCENE 32] MALIK/MALCOLM/RICHARD/SHARON/DAVID: HIGHSCHOOL (15) - HIGHEND HOME- LIVING ROOM
INT. MALCOLM’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON
[Malik and Richard arrive at Malcolm’s house, brimming with excitement to tell Malcolm and his parents the great news. Mrs. Little opens the door, inviting them in.]
MRS. LITTLE (SHARON): Come in, Malik and Richard. What’s going on?
[Malik wastes no time in sharing his thrilling news about GreenPower International securing its first contract to power the new addition of their high school.]
MALIK: I have some amazing news. We just landed a trial contract to provide our high school with a green power solution.
MRS. LITTLE (SHARON): Wow, that’s great! However, Malcolm will not be able to be a part of it.
[The mood shifts when it's revealed that Malcolm will be unable to continue working on the project due to his family's impending move to Germany.]
MALIK: Ms. Little, we've been working on this for a long time. Now that we finally launched it, you're telling me that Malcolm can no longer be a part of it?
[Malik turns to his father, seeking guidance on what to do next.]
MALIK: Dad, what now? What do we do?
RICHARD: Malcolm, what do you want to do about the business? Do you want to sell it or just receive royalties from it?
[Malcolm, feeling torn, expresses his desire to continue working on the project.]
MALCOLM: Mr. Smith, I always thought that Malik and I would run this together.
[Mr. Little enters the room, joining the conversation.]
MR. LITTLE(DAVID): Hey, Richard, what's going on? Why so serious?
[As Mr. Little joins the conversation, the weight of the decision hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the once jubilant mood.]
RICHARD: David, the boys have an amazing opportunity in front of them; they got their first customer for their GreenEnergy device.
DAVID: What? When? That is amazing! So why so serious?
MALCOLM: (Frustrated) Mom said we are moving to Germany because of your job! This sucks.
RICHARD: To answer your question, David, the boys thought they would continue as business partners and work on this together.
DAVID: I see, but maybe they can?
RICHARD, MALIK, and MALCOLM: (Listening intently)
DAVID: Maybe Malcolm can stay here with you all...
Before he could finish, Sharon pipes in.
SHARON: Not going to happen. Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.
[Malcolm looks frustrated and disgusted.]
DAVID: (He walks over to Malcolm and mouths, "I tried." (I'm looking to cheer him up.)
Malcolm, I am sorry. Besides, it’s not like we are leaving tomorrow.
RICHARD: David and Sharon, can we talk about this?
[They walk into the other room out of earshot of the boys and talk.]
SHARON: Yeah, as long as it has nothing to do with leaving Malcolm here. Not going to happen. David, I can’t believe you were going to suggest something like that.
DAVID: (Catches Sharon’s disapproving look and stops mid-flow)
No, I wasn’t thinking permanently. Just to the end of... Forget it.
RICHARD: I am open to suggestions.
SHARON: How about a buyout? It will give Malcolm some money to put toward college.
RICHARD: (Thinks about it for a moment.) I am good with that. Let’s go talk to the boys.
[They walk back into the room.]
SHARON: Malcolm, would you oppose selling your portion of the business?
MALCOLM: (Looking disappointed) I don’t know.
RICHARD: Malcolm, it would be a fair offer if you were willing to sell it.
MALCOLM: (Malcolm thinks about it more and looks at Malik before deciding.)
That's fine with me, Mr. Smith. What’s a fair offer?
RICHARD: Okay, Malcolm. Can you gather all of the plans, drawings, and anything related to the GPI system?
MALCOLM: Sure, give me a moment.
[Malcolm leaves to gather the requested materials while Richard prepares to finalize the buyout.]
MALCOLM: (Returning) Here are the materials.
[As Malcolm hands over the plans, Richard pulls out his checkbook and begins writing a check.]
RICHARD: Malcolm, thank you for all the hard work and dedication you've put into this project. Consider this a gesture of appreciation.
MALCOLM: Um, um, this is too much. You must have made a mistake. This is not half. This is more than what we have in contracts. This is for $5 million. Are you sure?
DAVID: Are you sure, Richard? That’s a lot of money!
RICHARD: Thank you for all your hard work and dedication to this project. Consider this a gesture of appreciation. (Look to David and Sharon.) They have been working on this for years. It’s the least we can do, and I think it is a fair offer.
MALIK: (Grinning) It looks like you hit the jackpot, Malcolm.
MALIK: (looking at his dad) Um, where's my advance for all those years?
RICHARD: (Laughing) You have me as a partner now, so you're sure to do well. Malik. You've got me backing you up now.
MALIK: Dad, you have always been backing me.
RICHARD: Now, I am partnering with you, that’s your advance.
[David and Sharon Little express their gratitude, and Malcolm walks over and gives Malik and Richard Smith a huge hug.]
RICHARD: You both deserve it. Now, let's focus on the future and make Green Power International a success.
[Malcolm, still processing the unexpected windfall, nods in agreement, while Malik beams with excitement at the prospect of what lies ahead.]
(With the buyout settled and Malcolm's departure imminent, the trio set their sights on the future, eager to build upon the foundation they had laid together. As they embraced the challenges and opportunities ahead, Malik couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of partnering with his father and taking GreenPower International to new heights.)
MALIK: When are you leaving for Germany?
DAVID: We are leaving in 2 weeks.
MALIK: Okay, Malcolm, we have much to do before you leave the country.
MALCOLM: Mom & Dad, can I go over to Malik’s?
DAVID: Sure, don’t be out to late.
MALCOLM: Thanks. I will be back in a couple of hours before curfew.
SHARON: Curfew is 11:00PM not 11:01
MALCOLM: I know I will be back way before then, by 10:00PM
(Malik, Richard and Malcolm leave.)
LATER THAT EVENING - IN THE LITTLE'S LIVING ROOM
[Sharon comes in with a letter.]
SHARON: Look at this letter. It was in the mail. It looks like your dad left you some land here in Georgia and Africa.
DAVID: What? When, how? My dad has been dead for over 10 years. This doesn’t make sense.
SHARON: According to the letter, this company has been looking for you. David, this doesn’t make sense. We have been living here for over 15 years. Do you think this is a scam?
DAVID: I don’t know. I will look into it in the morning.
SHARON: Babe, something is telling me it’s real. Look at this line, they have Malcolm listed.
DAVID: It says that if they can find me, he will get it all I will look into it. Wait, they said we have 100 hectares in South West Africa, passed down from my great-great-grandfather. Strangely, my dad never talked about his grandfather. He said he never even met him. This is strange.
SHARON: I agree. So, what are we going to do with Malcolm’s money? We can’t let a 16-year-old boy have access to that much money at one time.
DAVID: Yeah, you’re right. We both know Malcolm can get obsessive about things. Before he met Malik, he was obsessed with finding four-leaf clovers. (They laugh)
SHARON: It was bad. He was going into all the neighbors' yards with a magnifying glass and ended up burning a big hole in Mr. Johnson's front yard, That was a disaster, Mr. Johnson was hot. Remember, babe, we had to pay to redo Mr. Johnson’s front yard.
DAVID: Yeah!! I do remember, he was like 6 or 7 then. Malcolm can be a little impulsive and destructive without something to focus on.
SHARON: I am actually a little concerned now since he doesn’t have GPI to focus on…
DAVID: Me too. I think we need to put this money into a trust that he can’t access until he turns 21. Then he can only get a million, and when he turns 31, he can get 2 million, and when he turns 36, he can get it all.
SHARON: I like the idea. Why those ages?
DAVID: Well, Malik and Malcolm were doing some research on the brain before they landed on green power. One of the papers they reviewed said the male brain is not fully developed until after 30. Any decision made before then would be made with half a brain.
SHARON:(Laughing) That makes sense. I met you at 20, and boy, did you do and say some dumb stuff back then.
DAVID: Now I have a valid reason for my missteps. I was working with half a brain.
[They both laugh and the scene ends.]
[END SCENE 32]
[SCENE 32] MALIK/MALCOLM/RICHARD/SHARON/DAVID: HIGHSCHOOL (15) - HIGHEND HOME- LIVING ROOM
INT. MALCOLM’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON
[Malik and Richard arrive at Malcolm’s house, brimming with excitement to tell Malcolm and his parents the great news. Mrs. Little opens the door, inviting them in.]
MRS. LITTLE (SHARON): Come in, Malik and Richard. What’s going on?
[Malik wastes no time in sharing his thrilling news about GreenPower International securing its first contract to power the new addition of their high school.]
MALIK: I have some amazing news. We just landed a trial contract to provide our high school with a green power solution.
MRS. LITTLE (SHARON): Wow, that’s great! However, Malcolm will not be able to be a part of it.
[The mood shifts when it's revealed that Malcolm will be unable to continue working on the project due to his family's impending move to Germany.]
MALIK: Ms. Little, we've been working on this for a long time. Now that we finally launched it, you're telling me that Malcolm can no longer be a part of it?
[Malik turns to his father, seeking guidance on what to do next.]
MALIK: Dad, what now? What do we do?
RICHARD: Malcolm, what do you want to do about the business? Do you want to sell it or just receive royalties from it?
[Malcolm, feeling torn, expresses his desire to continue working on the project.]
MALCOLM: Mr. Smith, I always thought that Malik and I would run this together.
[Mr. Little enters the room, joining the conversation.]
MR. LITTLE(DAVID): Hey, Richard, what's going on? Why so serious?
[As Mr. Little joins the conversation, the weight of the decision hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the once jubilant mood.]
RICHARD: David, the boys have an amazing opportunity in front of them; they got their first customer for their GreenEnergy device.
DAVID: What? When? That is amazing! So why so serious?
MALCOLM: (Frustrated) Mom said we are moving to Germany because of your job! This sucks.
RICHARD: To answer your question, David, the boys thought they would continue as business partners and work on this together.
DAVID: I see, but maybe they can?
RICHARD, MALIK, and MALCOLM: (Listening intently)
DAVID: Maybe Malcolm can stay here with you all...
Before he could finish, Sharon pipes in.
SHARON: Not going to happen. Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.
[Malcolm looks frustrated and disgusted.]
DAVID: (He walks over to Malcolm and mouths, "I tried." (I'm looking to cheer him up.)
Malcolm, I am sorry. Besides, it’s not like we are leaving tomorrow.
RICHARD: David and Sharon, can we talk about this?
[They walk into the other room out of earshot of the boys and talk.]
SHARON: Yeah, as long as it has nothing to do with leaving Malcolm here. Not going to happen. David, I can’t believe you were going to suggest something like that.
DAVID: (Catches Sharon’s disapproving look and stops mid-flow)
No, I wasn’t thinking permanently. Just to the end of... Forget it.
RICHARD: I am open to suggestions.
SHARON: How about a buyout? It will give Malcolm some money to put toward college.
RICHARD: (Thinks about it for a moment.) I am good with that. Let’s go talk to the boys.
[They walk back into the room.]
SHARON: Malcolm, would you oppose selling your portion of the business?
MALCOLM:(Looking disappointed) I don’t know.
RICHARD: Malcolm, it would be a fair offer if you were willing to sell it.
MALCOLM: (Malcolm thinks about it more and looks at Malik before deciding.)
That's fine with me, Mr. Smith. What’s a fair offer?
RICHARD: Okay, Malcolm. Can you gather all of the plans, drawings, and anything related to the GPI system?
MALCOLM: Sure, give me a moment.
[Malcolm leaves to gather the requested materials while Richard prepares to finalize the buyout.]
MALCOLM:(Returning) Here are the materials.
[As Malcolm hands over the plans, Richard pulls out his checkbook and begins writing a check.]
RICHARD: Malcolm, thank you for all the hard work and dedication you've put into this project. Consider this a gesture of appreciation.
MALCOLM: Um, um, this is too much. You must have made a mistake. This is not half. This is more than what we have in contracts. This is for $5 million. Are you sure?
DAVID: Are you sure, Richard? That’s a lot of money!
RICHARD: Thank you for all your hard work and dedication to this project. Consider this a gesture of appreciation. (Look to David and Sharon.) They have been working on this for years. It’s the least we can do, and I think it is a fair offer.
MALIK: (Grinning) It looks like you hit the jackpot, Malcolm.
MALIK: (looking at his dad) Um, where's my advance for all those years?
RICHARD: (Laughing) You have me as a partner now, so you're sure to do well. Malik. You've got me backing you up now.
MALIK: Dad, you have always been backing me.
RICHARD: Now, I am partnering with you, that’s your advance.
[David and Sharon Little express their gratitude, and Malcolm walks over and gives Malik and Richard Smith a huge hug.]
RICHARD: You both deserve it. Now, let's focus on the future and make GreenPower International a success.
[Malcolm, still processing the unexpected windfall, nods in agreement, while Malik beams with excitement at the prospect of what lies ahead.]
(With the buyout settled and Malcolm's departure imminent, the trio set their sights on the future, eager to build upon the foundation they had laid together. As they embraced the challenges and opportunities ahead, Malik couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of partnering with his father and taking GreenPower International to new heights.)
MALIK: When are you leaving for Germany?
DAVID: We are leaving in 2 weeks.
MALIK: Okay, Malcolm, we have much to do before you leave the country.
MALCOLM: Mom & Dad, can I go over to Malik’s?
DAVID: Sure, don’t be out to late.
MALCOLM: Thanks. I will be back in a couple of hours before curfew.
SHARON: Curfew is 11:00 PM not 11:01
MALCOLM: I know I will be back way before then, by 10:00PM
(Malik, Richard and Malcolm leave.)
LATER THAT EVENING - IN THE LITTLE'S LIVING ROOM
[Sharon comes in with a letter.]
SHARON: Look at this letter. It was in the mail. It looks like your dad left you some land here in Georgia and Africa.
DAVID: What? When, how? My dad has been dead for over 10 years. This doesn’t make sense.
SHARON: According to the letter, this company has been looking for you. David, this doesn’t make sense. We have been living here for over 15 years. Do you think this is a scam?
DAVID: I don’t know. I will look into it in the morning.
SHARON: Babe, something is telling me it’s real. Look at this line, they have Malcolm listed.
DAVID: It says that if they can find me, he will get it all I will look into it. Wait, they said we have 100 hectares in South West Africa, passed down from my great-great-grandfather. Strangely, my dad never talked about his grandfather. He said he never even met him. This is strange.
SHARON: I agree. So, what are we going to do with Malcolm’s money? We can’t let a 16-year-old boy have access to that much money at one time.
DAVID: Yeah, you’re right. We both know Malcolm can get obsessive about things. Before he met Malik, he was obsessed with finding four-leaf clovers. (They laugh)
SHARON: It was bad. He was going into all the neighbors' yards with a magnifying glass and ended up burning a big hole in Mr. Johnson's front yard, That was a disaster, Mr. Johnson was hot. Remember, babe, we had to pay to redo Mr. Johnson’s front yard.
DAVID: Yeah!! I do remember, he was like 6 or 7 then. Malcolm can be a little impulsive and destructive without something to focus on.
SHARON: I am actually a little concerned now since he doesn’t have GPI to focus on…
DAVID: Me too. I think we need to put this money into a trust that he can’t access until he turns 21. Then he can only get a million, and when he turns 31, he can get 2 million, and when he turns 36, he can get it all.
SHARON: I like the idea. Why those ages?
DAVID: Well, Malik and Malcolm were doing some research on the brain before they landed on green power. One of the papers they reviewed said the male brain is not fully developed until after 30. Any decision made before then would be made with half a brain.
SHARON:(Laughing) That makes sense. I met you at 20, and boy, did you do and say some dumb stuff back then.
DAVID: Now I have a valid reason for my missteps. I was working with half a brain.
[They both laugh and the scene ends.]
[END SCENE 32]
[SCENE 79]
CUT TO:
INT. SMITHSONIAN MUSEUM - DAY
Malik strolls through the bustling halls of the Smithsonian Museum, feeling an inexplicable pull, as if something—or someone—is calling out to him. Amidst the throngs of visitors, he catches a glimpse of Star but loses sight of her as she disappears into the crowd.
MALIK: (To himself) Strange... I could have sworn I saw her.
Meanwhile, Star feels similarly drawn to Malik, sensing his presence among the museum-goers. She searches the crowd, but Malik seems to have vanished into thin air.
STAR:
(To herself)
Where did he go?
Unbeknownst to them both, fate has other plans. They gravitate towards the Martin Luther King Museum, drawn by an unseen force guiding their steps. The air is thick with anticipation as they approach the same exhibit, a person unknowingly positions themselves between them, obscuring their view of each other.
Just as Malik is about to turn away, he hears a familiar voice calling his name. Without a second thought, he spins around, his heart pounding with anticipation, eager to reunite with his long-lost friend Jason. In his haste, he collides with Star, their encounter abrupt and unexpected.
MALIK: (Surprised, backs into Star hard) Oh, I'm so sorry!
STAR:
(Startled)
Excuse you!
Hey, watch where you’re going.
(Then she turns to see that it is him)
[Their eyes meet for the first time, and a spark ignites between them—a connection that transcends time and space. As they exchange apologetic smiles, the world around them seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them amid a serendipitous encounter at the Martin Luther King Museum.]
MALIK: Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. I was so excited about seeing my friend Malcolm, whom I hadn't seen in years. He was my business partner.
STAR:
Oh! No, it's okay.
No worries.
MALIK: I'm Malik. I didn't mean to be clumsy. Don’t take it the wrong way, but I feel like I’ve met you before.
STAR:
I don’t think we’ve met before, but I get the same feeling.
MALIK: Do you live around here?
STAR:
Yeah, I’m a student at Howard. This is my first week.
MALIK: Okay, I’m here for the EXPO. I want to make it up to you before I leave town. Can I give you my number?
STAR:
Maybe, I might let you make it up to me.
MALIK: Okay, I’ll give you my number. Can I see your phone?
[Star hands him her phone. Malik inputs his number and hands it back.]
MALIK: (Malik hands her phone back.) I’ll be in touch, Ms. Star.
Malik turns and begins to walk away. Star smiles as she watches him leave.
STAR:
(Smiling)
Nice to meet you, Malik.
She turns and walks away, a sense of excitement and anticipation lingering in the air.
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 79]
[SCENE 56] INT. MALIK'S OFFICE - DAY MALIK, KEITH HIGH-END OFFICE BUILDING
[Malik is seated at his desk, reviewing some documents. Keith Francis, his assistant, enters the office, holding a tablet and some files. Malik looks up and motions for Keith to sit.]
MALIK: Keith, I need to touch base with the conference folks before my call with Mayor Thompson. Can you give me a rundown on the Green Energy Expo that's scheduled for next week at the museum?
KEITH: Absolutely, Malik. The Green Energy Expo is shaping up to be a significant event. It’s being hosted at the National Museum of Natural History, with the main theme focusing on sustainable innovations and the future of green technology.
MALIK: Great. Who are the key speakers and exhibitors this year?
KEITH: We have some heavy hitters lined up. Dr. Emily Zhang from MIT will be discussing advancements in solar technology. There's also a panel featuring CEOs from leading renewable energy companies, including Tesla’s energy division and SunPower Corporation.
MALIK: Excellent. What about our slot? When and where are we presenting?
KEITH: You’re scheduled to present on the second day, right after lunch. We’ve got a prime spot in the main auditorium, which seats about 500 people. Your presentation on the Green Power Initiative will be a highlight.
MALIK: Perfect. I want to make sure we showcase not just the technology, but the impact it’s already having. Any specifics I should be aware of?
KEITH: Definitely. I’ve included case studies from the schools in DeKalb County where GPI has already been implemented. We have solid data showing energy savings and uninterrupted power during outages. Also, there will be a Q&A session afterward, so be prepared for some technical questions from industry experts and media.
MALIK: Q&A is always good. How's our media coverage looking?
KEITH: We’ve got confirmed coverage from all the major outlets—CNN, Bloomberg, and The New York Times. Plus, several prominent industry blogs and tech reviewers will be there. We’ve arranged for some interviews post-presentation as well.
MALIK: That sounds comprehensive. Anything else I should know?
KEITH: There’s a networking dinner on the first night. It’s an excellent opportunity to connect with other leaders in the industry. I’ve also arranged a private meeting with a few potential investors who are interested in expanding GPI beyond Georgia.
MALIK: That’s fantastic, Keith. Make sure I have all the talking points and background info on these investors. Also, double-check the presentation tech—last thing we need is a glitch during our big moment.
KEITH: Already on it. I’ve also included a few backup options in case of any technical difficulties. And just to remind you, we need to finalize our talking points for the Mayor's call right after this.
MALIK: Thanks, Keith. Let's make sure everything runs smoothly at the Expo. This is a pivotal moment for us. After all, if we nail this, it'll make the conversation with Mayor Thompson even more impactful.
KEITH: Absolutely. I’ll get the final details for your review. We’ve got this, Malik.
[Keith stands up to leave but pauses at the door.]
KEITH: Travis called earlier to say that he just received all of the Data from the High Schools that we outfitted with GPI and the results are great.
MALIK: Keith, that is some awesome news. It is just what I needed to hear before this call with Mayor Thompson. Thanks.
[Keith walks away]
FADE OUT
[END SCENE 56]
EXT. CAIRO STREETS - DAY - YEAR 1324 TRAVEL
Malik finds himself amidst the bustling streets of Cairo, transformed into the regal figure of Mansa Musa. The air is filled with the sounds and scents of an ancient city. Mansa Musa, dressed in splendid robes, surveys the scene with awe and determination. His entourage, adorned with gold and bearing gifts, follows closely behind.
CUT TO:
EXT. CAIRO MARKET - DAY
The market is abuzz with activity as Mansa Musa’s caravan passes through, drawing the attention of merchants and onlookers alike. Gold coins are handed out freely, and Musa's generosity leaves the crowd in awe.
CUT TO:
INT. ROYAL PALACE, AL-NASIR’S THRONE ROOM - DAY
A subordinate escorts Mansa Musa into Sultan al-Nasir's opulent throne room. The sultan sits on a grand throne, his eyes fixed on the approaching king.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (welcoming, but with a hint of expectation.)
Welcome, Mansa Musa of Mali. It is an honor to receive such a distinguished guest.
MANSA MUSA: (bowing slightly, but with reluctance)
I am honored by your welcome, Sultan al-Nasir. However, I must decline your invitation for an audience. My pilgrimage to Mecca demands my immediate attention.
The sultan’s face darkens slightly at Musa’s refusal. The tension in the room becomes palpable.
EMIR ABU: (whispering to al-Nasir) Your Majesty, he finds our customs repugnant. He will not kiss the ground or your hand.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (raising his voice, trying to maintain composure) Is it not customary to show respect in this manner?
Mansa Musa stands firm, his eyes meeting al-Nasir’s without flinching.
MANSA MUSA: Respect is earned, not commanded. I mean no disrespect, but I must remain faithful to my beliefs.
The room grows silent, and the air thick with tension. Finally, al-Nasir gestures for peace.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (sighing, relenting) Very well. Let us greet as equals.
The two rulers exchange a formal yet respectful greeting. The tension dissipates, and al-Nasir gestures for Musa to take a seat.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (smiling slightly) You bring great wealth and honor to Cairo, Mansa Musa. Please, allow us to provide for you and your entourage.
MANSA MUSA: (nodding gratefully) Your hospitality is greatly appreciated, Sultan al-Nasir. And as a token of our friendship, I leave a portion of Mali’s wealth with you.
CUT TO:
EXT. CAIRO STREETS - DAY
Mansa Musa’s caravan continues its journey through Cairo. Gold coins and extravagant gifts are distributed generously among the people. The streets glisten with the golden tokens of Musa’s wealth, and the people cheer with joy.
NARRATOR (V.O.): From the markets of Cairo to royal offices and the impoverished people who crossed his path, Mansa Musa’s generosity left the streets littered with gold—a resource greatly appreciated and in short supply.
CUT TO:
INT. ROYAL PALACE, AL-NASIR’S THRONE ROOM - NIGHT
Sultan al-Nasir sits with his advisors, discussing the impact of Mansa Musa’s visit.
ADVISOR: Your Majesty, the gold Musa has given is already flooding the markets. The economy is reacting.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (concerned, but thoughtful)
Yes, his intentions were noble, but we must manage the fallout carefully.
NARRATOR (V.O.): Though well-intentioned, Mansa Musa’s gold gifts depreciated the metal's value in Egypt, causing the economy to take a major hit. It took twelve years for the community to recover.
CUT TO:
EXT. CAIRO STREETS - DAY
The bustling streets of Cairo are a stark contrast to the earlier scenes of joy. The people, now burdened by the economic downturn, struggle to make ends meet.
CUT TO:
INT. MALIK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Malik is suddenly back in his room, the light fading as he reorients himself. He sits down, overwhelmed by the experience but filled with a deeper understanding of history.
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 91]
[SCENE 60]-TRAVEL : BATIVA
INT. INDONESIAN MARKET - DAY
INT. BUSY PORT TOWN OF BATAVIA - 17TH CENTURY
[Anna, a 20-year-old Indonesian woman, steps into a bustling 17th-century market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vibrant scene before her: an outdoor market filled with the hustle and bustle of trade. The air is filled with the sounds of haggling, laughter, and the rich aromas of exotic spices and fresh produce.]
ANNA: (whispering to herself) Amazing... the craftsmanship, the entrepreneurship, the diversity...
[Anna walks through the market, admiring the array of goods displayed by Indigenous people of the West Indies. Intricate textiles, handmade crafts, and spices from distant lands fill the stalls, each representing a piece of the world brought together through trade.]
[The bustling port town of Batavia comes alive with activity, the air thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and the salty sea breeze. Ships with billowing sails line the harbor while merchants haggle over goods from distant lands. In the heart of Batavia, amidst the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions, a new society emerges. A society where diversity is celebrated, and unity is forged through shared experiences and mutual respect. And in this bustling metropolis, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, the spirit of resilience and adaptation thrives, as the people of Batavia navigate the complexities of colonial rule with ingenuity and grace.]
[During this vibrant scene, Anna navigates through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder. Her Eurasian-African heritage mirrors the diverse tapestry of this colonial outpost, where modern concepts of freedom are but a distant dream.]
[As Anna weaves through the market, her attention is drawn to a group of Dutch merchants unloading crates of goods from a ship docked at the harbor.]
MERCHANT 1: (To his companions) Be careful now; watch your step!
MERCHANT 2: (Excitedly) Aye, we've got a shipment of fine silks from the Orient!
MERCHANT 3: (Boasting) And remember the spices! Fresh from the Moluccas, the envy of every trader in these parts!
[Amidst the bustling activity, a stern matron leads a group of orphaned children toward a sizable colonial building, catching Anna's eye.]
MATRON: (Calling out to the children) Hurry along now, children! It's time for your lessons.
[Anna's curiosity is piqued by the sight of the orphanage, but she continues her exploration, eager to soak in the sights and sounds of this bustling colonial hub.]
[As Anna ventures further into the vibrant marketplace, her heart swells with a sense of adventure, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Batavia.]
MERCHANT 1: "Step right up, step right up! Finest silks from the Orient, guaranteed to make you the envy of the town!"
MERCHANT 2: "Fresh spices from the Moluccas! Taste the flavors of the East, right here in Batavia!"
MERCHANT 3: "Batiks from Java, woven with the skill of generations! Take home a piece of Indonesian craftsmanship today!"
[The merchants' voices blend into a lively chorus, attracting the attention of passersby as they weave through the bustling marketplace.]
ANNA: (Stops at a local Artisian picks up a piece of pottery) This is interesting!
LOCAL ARTISAN: Look at our other Beautiful pottery, handcrafted with love! Each piece tells a story of our rich heritage."
ANNA: Your wares are truly breathtaking, so much detail, history,...
(A tourist wanders over and interrupts Anna’s thoughts by speaking boldly and with pure delight.)
TOURIST: "Wow, these colors are amazing! I've never seen anything like it back home."
(As Anna Wanders further into the Market just taking in the spirit of a blended marketplace and people from all over coming together to do business. Anna observes the people taking in the lessons.)
ANNA: Entrepreneurship is the key to the strength of this community and the heart of the people. Without these independent business owners this market wouldn’t even exist. I have to remember that the key to growth is community. Wealth is in being a business owner.
[The local artisan smiles proudly, delighted by the tourist's admiration for their craft.]
STREET VENDOR: "Spicy noodles, hot off the wok! Come and get 'em while they're hot!"
CUSTOMER: "I'll take two, please! And make sure you load them up with extra chili sauce."
[The customer eagerly hands over their coins as the street vendor prepares their order with a skillful flourish.]
DUTCH SETTLER: "Another shipment of goods from the motherland, ready for trade! Our colonies will prosper with these riches."
INDIGENOUS TRIBESPERSON: "We welcome your trade, but remember, this land is also ours. Let us work together for mutual benefit."
[The Dutch settler nods, acknowledging the tribesperson's words with a sense of respect for the indigenous culture.]
JAVANESE SULTAN: "Ah, the sights and sounds of Batavia never cease to amaze me. Truly, this city is a testament to our resilience."
CHINESE TRADER: "Indeed, Your Highness. May our trade continue to prosper, bringing prosperity to all who call this city home."
[The Javanese sultan and Chinese trader clasp hands in a gesture of solidarity, their alliance symbolizing the spirit of cooperation that defines Batavia.]
[FADE OUT.]
[END SCENE 60]
[SCENE 57 ] MALIK, MAYOR & TRAVIS HIGH-END OFFICE BUILDING MAYOR’S OFFICE
[INT. OFFICE BUILDING - WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY]
[Malik, dressed sharply in a suit, paces back and forth in his office, phone pressed to his ear. His excitement is palpable as he discusses the installation of the Green Power Initiative (GPI) in the new schools he just landed from the DeKalb County deal.]
MAYOR THOMPSON: Malik, I am going to give you the golden ticket. I have visited the schools where you have installed the GPI devices, and it has saved those schools a tremendous amount of money. The other added value is that during the last power outages due to weather or whatever, those schools never even had a blink. So, with that amazing track record, I am going to give GPI a contract for not only all of the County Courthouses, but I am also going to throw in the Mayor’s Mansion as well.
MALIK: (Excitedly into the phone) Yes, Mayor Thompson, I'm thrilled to hear that you're onboard with the GPI project! It's going to revolutionize energy consumption in DeKalb County and beyond. And now the courthouse and the mayor's mansion? That's fantastic news!
[Malik nods enthusiastically as he listens to the response on the other end of the line.]
MALIK: Absolutely, Mayor. I'll make sure our team at Best Energy Solutions prioritizes those installations. With GPI powering such critical infrastructure, the savings for the county and the city will be monumental.
[There's a pause as Malik listens intently, a grin spreading across his face.]
MAYOR THOMPSON: My goal is to make GPI the power source for all of Georgia, but first, we have to get you covering all of DeKalb County and beyond.
MALIK: (Triumphantly) You won't regret it, Mayor Thompson. GPI is not just about saving money; it's about investing in a sustainable future for our community. I'll have the contracts drawn up and sent over to your office first thing tomorrow morning.
[Malik hangs up the phone, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. This deal represents tens of millions of dollars in savings for DeKalb County and the city of Atlanta, GA. He can hardly contain his excitement as he prepares to make history with the implementation of the Green Power Initiative.]
CUT TO:
INT. MAYOR'S OFFICE - DAY
[Mayor Thompson sits behind his large oak desk, a look of satisfaction on his face. His assistant, TRAVIS Washington, a passionate advocate for GPI, enters the room with a folder in hand.]
TRAVIS: Mayor Thompson, I just heard the news about the GPI contract for the courthouses and the Mayor’s Mansion. This is a huge step forward!
MAYOR THOMPSON: Indeed it is, TRAVIS. Malik and his team have proven their worth. Those schools didn’t even blink during the last power outage.
TRAVIS: (Enthusiastically) Exactly! And that’s why I think we need to push for GPI to power the entire county. The potential savings and stability are too great to ignore.
MAYOR THOMPSON: (Leaning back, thoughtful) I hear you, TRAVIS. And believe me, I’m not opposed to the idea. But we’ve just handed Malik and his team the golden ticket. Let’s see how they handle these installations first.
TRAVIS: I understand your cautious approach, but the demand for sustainable energy solutions is growing. If we can show immediate success with the courthouses and the Mayor’s Mansion, we’ll have a strong case for county-wide implementation.
MAYOR THOMPSON: (Nodding in agreement) True, and I have every confidence that Malik will deliver. But large-scale changes require careful planning. The public needs to see consistent results before we can expand.
TRAVIS: I see how you're thinking, Mayor. I'll do all I can to ensure the implementation runs smoothly.
MAYOR THOMPSON: And think bigger, TRAVIS. My ultimate goal is to make GPI the power source for the entire state. We'll need to get the other Mayor’s and the Govenor on board, but not before we make history by being the first metropolitan city to go green and get off the national power grid.
TRAVIS: (Determined) I understand, Mayor. This is a historic opportunity. I'll ensure that the initial installations are flawless on our end as far the permits and documentation goes. We’ll gather data, conduct surveys, and use the positive feedback to advocate for further expansion.
MAYOR THOMPSON: Excellent. Keep me updated on the progress. And TRAVIS, remember, this is about more than just saving money. It’s about leading the way in sustainable energy.
TRAVIS: Absolutely, Mayor. We’re on the brink of something transformative.
[TRAVIS leaves the office energized and ready to make the GPI project a shining example of innovation and efficiency.]
[Mayor Thompson watches him go, a look of determination on his face. He knows the stakes are high, but the potential rewards are even greater.]
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 57]
[SCENE 60]-TRAVEL : BATIVA
INT. INDONESIAN MARKET - DAY
INT. BUSY PORT TOWN OF BATAVIA - 17TH CENTURY
[Anna, a 20-year-old Indonesian woman, steps into a bustling 17th-century market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vibrant scene before her: an outdoor market filled with the hustle and bustle of trade. The air is filled with the sounds of haggling, laughter, and the rich aromas of exotic spices and fresh produce.]
ANNA: (whispering to herself) Amazing... the craftsmanship, the entrepreneurship, the diversity...
[Anna walks through the market, admiring the array of goods displayed by Indigenous people of the West Indies. Intricate textiles, handmade crafts, and spices from distant lands fill the stalls, each representing a piece of the world brought together through trade.]
[The bustling port town of Batavia comes alive with activity, the air thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and the salty sea breeze. Ships with billowing sails line the harbor while merchants haggle over goods from distant lands. In the heart of Batavia, amidst the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions, a new society emerges. A society where diversity is celebrated, and unity is forged through shared experiences and mutual respect. And in this bustling metropolis, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, the spirit of resilience and adaptation thrives, as the people of Batavia navigate the complexities of colonial rule with ingenuity and grace.]
[During this vibrant scene, Anna navigates through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder. Her Eurasian-African heritage mirrors the diverse tapestry of this colonial outpost, where modern concepts of freedom are but a distant dream.]
[As Anna weaves through the market, her attention is drawn to a group of Dutch merchants unloading crates of goods from a ship docked at the harbor.]
MERCHANT 1: (To his companions) Be careful now; watch your step!
MERCHANT 2: (Excitedly) Aye, we've got a shipment of fine silks from the Orient!
MERCHANT 3: (Boasting) And remember the spices! Fresh from the Moluccas, the envy of every trader in these parts!
[Amidst the bustling activity, a stern matron leads a group of orphaned children toward a sizable colonial building, catching Anna's eye.]
MATRON: (Calling out to the children) Hurry along now, children! It's time for your lessons.
[Anna's curiosity is piqued by the sight of the orphanage, but she continues her exploration, eager to soak in the sights and sounds of this bustling colonial hub.]
[As Anna ventures further into the vibrant marketplace, her heart swells with a sense of adventure, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Batavia.]
MERCHANT 1: "Step right up, step right up! Finest silks from the Orient, guaranteed to make you the envy of the town!"
MERCHANT 2: "Fresh spices from the Moluccas! Taste the flavors of the East, right here in Batavia!"
MERCHANT 3: "Batiks from Java, woven with the skill of generations! Take home a piece of Indonesian craftsmanship today!"
[The merchants' voices blend into a lively chorus, attracting the attention of passersby as they weave through the bustling marketplace.]
ANNA: (Stops at a local Artisian picks up a piece of pottery) This is interesting!
LOCAL ARTISAN: Look at our other Beautiful pottery, handcrafted with love! Each piece tells a story of our rich heritage."
ANNA: Your wares are truly breathtaking, so much detail, history,...
(A tourist wanders over and interrupts Anna’s thoughts by speaking boldly and with pure delight.)
TOURIST: "Wow, these colors are amazing! I've never seen anything like it back home."
(As Anna Wanders further into the Market just taking in the spirit of a blended marketplace and people from all over coming together to do business. Anna observes the people taking in the lessons.)
ANNA: Entrepreneurship is the key to the strength of this community and the heart of the people. Without these independent business owners this market wouldn’t even exist. I have to remember that the key to growth is community. Wealth is in being a business owner.
[The local artisan smiles proudly, delighted by the tourist's admiration for their craft.]
STREET VENDOR: "Spicy noodles, hot off the wok! Come and get 'em while they're hot!"
CUSTOMER: "I'll take two, please! And make sure you load them up with extra chili sauce."
[The customer eagerly hands over their coins as the street vendor prepares their order with a skillful flourish.]
DUTCH SETTLER: "Another shipment of goods from the motherland, ready for trade! Our colonies will prosper with these riches."
INDIGENOUS TRIBESPERSON: "We welcome your trade, but remember, this land is also ours. Let us work together for mutual benefit."
[The Dutch settler nods, acknowledging the tribesperson's words with a sense of respect for the indigenous culture.]
JAVANESE SULTAN: "Ah, the sights and sounds of Batavia never cease to amaze me. Truly, this city is a testament to our resilience."
CHINESE TRADER: "Indeed, Your Highness. May our trade continue to prosper, bringing prosperity to all who call this city home."
[The Javanese sultan and Chinese trader clasp hands in a gesture of solidarity, their alliance symbolizing the spirit of cooperation that defines Batavia.]
[FADE OUT.]
[END SCENE 60]
[SCENE 60]-TRAVEL : BATIVA
INT. INDONESIAN MARKET - DAY
INT. BUSY PORT TOWN OF BATAVIA - 17TH CENTURY
[Anna, a 20-year-old Indonesian woman, steps into a bustling 17th-century market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vibrant scene before her: an outdoor market filled with the hustle and bustle of trade. The air is filled with the sounds of haggling, laughter, and the rich aromas of exotic spices and fresh produce.]
ANNA: (whispering to herself) Amazing... the craftsmanship, the entrepreneurship, the diversity...
[Anna walks through the market, admiring the array of goods displayed by Indigenous people of the West Indies. Intricate textiles, handmade crafts, and spices from distant lands fill the stalls, each representing a piece of the world brought together through trade.]
[The bustling port town of Batavia comes alive with activity, the air thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and the salty sea breeze. Ships with billowing sails line the harbor while merchants haggle over goods from distant lands. In the heart of Batavia, amidst the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions, a new society emerges. A society where diversity is celebrated, and unity is forged through shared experiences and mutual respect. And in this bustling metropolis, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, the spirit of resilience and adaptation thrives, as the people of Batavia navigate the complexities of colonial rule with ingenuity and grace.]
[During this vibrant scene, Anna navigates through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder. Her Eurasian-African heritage mirrors the diverse tapestry of this colonial outpost, where modern concepts of freedom are but a distant dream.]
[As Anna weaves through the market, her attention is drawn to a group of Dutch merchants unloading crates of goods from a ship docked at the harbor.]
MERCHANT 1: (To his companions) Be careful now; watch your step!
MERCHANT 2: (Excitedly) Aye, we've got a shipment of fine silks from the Orient!
MERCHANT 3: (Boasting) And remember the spices! Fresh from the Moluccas, the envy of every trader in these parts!
[Amidst the bustling activity, a stern matron leads a group of orphaned children toward a sizable colonial building, catching Anna's eye.]
MATRON: (Calling out to the children) Hurry along now, children! It's time for your lessons.
[Anna's curiosity is piqued by the sight of the orphanage, but she continues her exploration, eager to soak in the sights and sounds of this bustling colonial hub.]
[As Anna ventures further into the vibrant marketplace, her heart swells with a sense of adventure, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Batavia.]
MERCHANT 1: "Step right up, step right up! Finest silks from the Orient, guaranteed to make you the envy of the town!"
MERCHANT 2: "Fresh spices from the Moluccas! Taste the flavors of the East, right here in Batavia!"
MERCHANT 3: "Batiks from Java, woven with the skill of generations! Take home a piece of Indonesian craftsmanship today!"
[The merchants' voices blend into a lively chorus, attracting the attention of passersby as they weave through the bustling marketplace.]
ANNA: (Stops at a local Artisian picks up a piece of pottery) This is interesting!
LOCAL ARTISAN: Look at our other Beautiful pottery, handcrafted with love! Each piece tells a story of our rich heritage."
ANNA: Your wares are truly breathtaking, so much detail, history,...
(A tourist wanders over and interrupts Anna’s thoughts by speaking boldly and with pure delight.)
TOURIST: "Wow, these colors are amazing! I've never seen anything like it back home."
(As Anna Wanders further into the Market just taking in the spirit of a blended marketplace and people from all over coming together to do business. Anna observes the people taking in the lessons.)
ANNA: Entrepreneurship is the key to the strength of this community and the heart of the people. Without these independent business owners this market wouldn’t even exist. I have to remember that the key to growth is community. Wealth is in being a business owner.
[The local artisan smiles proudly, delighted by the tourist's admiration for their craft.]
STREET VENDOR: "Spicy noodles, hot off the wok! Come and get 'em while they're hot!"
CUSTOMER: "I'll take two, please! And make sure you load them up with extra chili sauce."
[The customer eagerly hands over their coins as the street vendor prepares their order with a skillful flourish.]
DUTCH SETTLER: "Another shipment of goods from the motherland, ready for trade! Our colonies will prosper with these riches."
INDIGENOUS TRIBESPERSON: "We welcome your trade, but remember, this land is also ours. Let us work together for mutual benefit."
[The Dutch settler nods, acknowledging the tribesperson's words with a sense of respect for the indigenous culture.]
JAVANESE SULTAN: "Ah, the sights and sounds of Batavia never cease to amaze me. Truly, this city is a testament to our resilience."
CHINESE TRADER: "Indeed, Your Highness. May our trade continue to prosper, bringing prosperity to all who call this city home."
[The Javanese sultan and Chinese trader clasp hands in a gesture of solidarity, their alliance symbolizing the spirit of cooperation that defines Batavia.]
[FADE OUT.]
[END SCENE 60]
[SCENE 60]-TRAVEL : BATIVA
INT. INDONESIAN MARKET - DAY
INT. BUSY PORT TOWN OF BATAVIA - 17TH CENTURY
[Anna, a 20-year-old Indonesian woman, steps into a bustling 17th-century market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vibrant scene before her: an outdoor market filled with the hustle and bustle of trade. The air is filled with the sounds of haggling, laughter, and the rich aromas of exotic spices and fresh produce.]
ANNA: (whispering to herself) Amazing... the craftsmanship, the entrepreneurship, the diversity...
[Anna walks through the market, admiring the array of goods displayed by Indigenous people of the West Indies. Intricate textiles, handmade crafts, and spices from distant lands fill the stalls, each representing a piece of the world brought together through trade.]
[The bustling port town of Batavia comes alive with activity, the air thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and the salty sea breeze. Ships with billowing sails line the harbor while merchants haggle over goods from distant lands. In the heart of Batavia, amidst the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions, a new society emerges. A society where diversity is celebrated, and unity is forged through shared experiences and mutual respect. And in this bustling metropolis, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, the spirit of resilience and adaptation thrives, as the people of Batavia navigate the complexities of colonial rule with ingenuity and grace.]
[During this vibrant scene, Anna navigates through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder. Her Eurasian-African heritage mirrors the diverse tapestry of this colonial outpost, where modern concepts of freedom are but a distant dream.]
[As Anna weaves through the market, her attention is drawn to a group of Dutch merchants unloading crates of goods from a ship docked at the harbor.]
MERCHANT 1: (To his companions) Be careful now; watch your step!
MERCHANT 2: (Excitedly) Aye, we've got a shipment of fine silks from the Orient!
MERCHANT 3: (Boasting) And remember the spices! Fresh from the Moluccas, the envy of every trader in these parts!
[Amidst the bustling activity, a stern matron leads a group of orphaned children toward a sizable colonial building, catching Anna's eye.]
MATRON: (Calling out to the children) Hurry along now, children! It's time for your lessons.
[Anna's curiosity is piqued by the sight of the orphanage, but she continues her exploration, eager to soak in the sights and sounds of this bustling colonial hub.]
[As Anna ventures further into the vibrant marketplace, her heart swells with a sense of adventure, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Batavia.]
MERCHANT 1: "Step right up, step right up! Finest silks from the Orient, guaranteed to make you the envy of the town!"
MERCHANT 2: "Fresh spices from the Moluccas! Taste the flavors of the East, right here in Batavia!"
MERCHANT 3: "Batiks from Java, woven with the skill of generations! Take home a piece of Indonesian craftsmanship today!"
[The merchants' voices blend into a lively chorus, attracting the attention of passersby as they weave through the bustling marketplace.]
ANNA: (Stops at a local Artisian picks up a piece of pottery) This is interesting!
LOCAL ARTISAN: Look at our other Beautiful pottery, handcrafted with love! Each piece tells a story of our rich heritage."
ANNA: Your wares are truly breathtaking, so much detail, history,...
(A tourist wanders over and interrupts Anna’s thoughts by speaking boldly and with pure delight.)
TOURIST: "Wow, these colors are amazing! I've never seen anything like it back home."
(As Anna Wanders further into the Market just taking in the spirit of a blended marketplace and people from all over coming together to do business. Anna observes the people taking in the lessons.)
ANNA: Entrepreneurship is the key to the strength of this community and the heart of the people. Without these independent business owners this market wouldn’t even exist. I have to remember that the key to growth is community. Wealth is in being a business owner.
[The local artisan smiles proudly, delighted by the tourist's admiration for their craft.]
STREET VENDOR: "Spicy noodles, hot off the wok! Come and get 'em while they're hot!"
CUSTOMER: "I'll take two, please! And make sure you load them up with extra chili sauce."
[The customer eagerly hands over their coins as the street vendor prepares their order with a skillful flourish.]
DUTCH SETTLER: "Another shipment of goods from the motherland, ready for trade! Our colonies will prosper with these riches."
INDIGENOUS TRIBESPERSON: "We welcome your trade, but remember, this land is also ours. Let us work together for mutual benefit."
[The Dutch settler nods, acknowledging the tribesperson's words with a sense of respect for the indigenous culture.]
JAVANESE SULTAN: "Ah, the sights and sounds of Batavia never cease to amaze me. Truly, this city is a testament to our resilience."
CHINESE TRADER: "Indeed, Your Highness. May our trade continue to prosper, bringing prosperity to all who call this city home."
[The Javanese sultan and Chinese trader clasp hands in a gesture of solidarity, their alliance symbolizing the spirit of cooperation that defines Batavia.]
[FADE OUT.]
[END SCENE 60]
[SCENE 41] MR. KEYS/RICHARD/SIMONE (25) BOUTIQUE
[INT. BOUTIQUE ON PEACHTREE - DAY]
[NEXT DAY]
[The camera opens on a quaint African boutique on Peachtree Street. Richard walks in, greeted by the warm, welcoming atmosphere. The walls are adorned with vibrant African art and shelves filled with unique wares. Mr. Keys, the shop owner, is stocking books on a shelf.]
RICHARD: Hey, Keys. I remember you sold unique items as well as books. I'm looking for something special.
MR. KEYS: (Turning around) Tell me more. What exactly are you looking for?
RICHARD: I need a special box for my son to store his watches. It has to be unique, special, and have purpose.
MR. KEYS: (Thinking) I might have something that fits what you're looking for.
RICHARD: Really?
[Mr. Keys heads to the back of the store. As he does, Simone walks out of the bathroom and sees Mr. Keys.]
SIMONE: Mr. Keys, what can I do to help?
MR. KEYS: Nothing right now, Simone. Just stock the new rare books that came in.
SIMONE: Okay, Mr. Keys. I'll get right on it.
[Simone starts to stock the books but lingers nearby to overhear the conversation.]
[Mr. Keys returns, carrying the box from the previous day. He places it on the counter and begins to open it.]
MR. KEYS: This might be it.
[To his dismay, Richard looks at the box and shakes his head.]
RICHARD: It's beautiful, hand-carved, but it's not the gift I'm looking for.
MR. KEYS: I thought it might be. There's an ancient box I've been searching for the past eight years. Legend has it that it's part of a matched set carved by a soon-to-be groom for him and his bride.
[The camera zooms in on Simone as she listens intently. She whispers to herself.]
SIMONE: This is what I think he was looking for...
MR. KEYS: (Continuing) According to legend, a man created two magical boxes. One was a music box playing a unique African drum beat, and the other was a watch box. The year was 1888, a very special year.
RICHARD: Magical boxes? Come on, Keys.
MR. KEYS: Let me finish, Richard. The year 1888 represents an angel number, a powerful message from the spiritual realm urging trust in your intuition. It signifies you're on the right path, aligned with your life's purpose.
RICHARD:(A bit more interested.) I'm somewhat familiar with numerology.
MR. KEYS: (Excited) Exactly! 1888 reminds us to trust our intuition—the number, not the year. The maker of these boxes must have known about numerology. March 3, 1888, was a significant date. When the two boxes come together, they allow a person to control time and space. They were carved from Ebony wood, which has long held spiritual significance.
RICHARD:(Enthralled) Wow, that sounds exactly like the gift I've been looking for.
MR. KEYS: Ebony wood is associated with power and wealth. In ancient civilizations, it was a symbol of high esteem. The box was also adorned with Mother of Pearl. The maker loved his bride so much, he put a protection spell on the box. He pricked his finger and dripped his blood into it so only someone from his bloodline could use it.
SIMONE: (Moved by the story) That's incredible...
RICHARD: (Awe-struck) Where is this shop again?
[Mr. Keys writes down the name and address of the shop and hands it to Richard.]
MR. KEYS: Go see a friend of mine Amari over on Peachtree. She carries some of the most beautiful African pieces I have ever seen.
RICHARD: Thank you, Keys.
[Richard walks out the door, excitement and determination in his steps.]
[Simone puts down the books she's holding and rushes to the back, quickly dialing a number on her phone.]
SIMONE:(Whispering into the phone) It's not here. The man who just left is heading to where the box could be.
[The phone conversation ends abruptly.]
Simone returns to the front, resuming her work.]
[EXT. BOOKSTORE - CONTINUOUS]
[Outside, Marcus is waiting in a vehicle. His phone buzzes with a text from the Shadowy Figure.]
TEXT: Follow the man who just left the bookstore.
[Marcus starts the car and begins to follow Richard.]
[FADE OUT.]
[SCENE ENDS 41]
[SCENE 37] BANKER TOM/MR. WILSON OFFICE BUILDING : BANK OFFICE
Back at the bank in Tom’s Office
TOM: Hello Mr. Wilson
MR. WILSON: Tom, is that the owner of the prime real estate you was talking about during last weeks meeting?
TOM: Yes,
MR. WILSON: You told Mr. Little it was worth only 3.5 million, but when the appraisal was done, it came in well over 7 million. Tom, I knew I liked you.
TOM: If you like that, you’re going to love this. I am adding the acquisition clause to the paperwork.
MR. WILSON: The Acquisition clause?
TOM: Yes, if a borrower is one day late, we get to keep all of the property used to secure the loan.
MR. WILSON: Oh, the bank takes all clauses, but I have to say I Like the sound of the acquisition clause. That sounds better than bank takes all.
TOM: If Mr. Little is one day late we will have that land, and I am going to get him to attach the African land as well so we can get that. Also.
MR. WILSON: You are my kind of guy, like those old school titans.
TOM: Thank you, I learned from the best.
TOM & MR. WILSON: (They both reply in unison) Gordon Gekko's “ Greed is Good” they recite. We are going to own this town.
FADE OUT
[END SCENE 37]
[SCENE 25] TRAVEL : KUSH PALACE
The camera goes to the Kush Palace.
INT. ANCIENT KUSH - PALACE HALLWAY - DAY
[The air is heavy with anticipation as a group of KUSHITE NOBLES clad in richly embroidered robes pace the ornate hallway of the palace. They speak in hushed tones, their expressions a mix of concern and excitement. They just received news that the young Pharaoh accepted and appreciated the gifts.]
NOBLE 1: (gesturing emphatically)
With the disintegration of the New Kingdom, our opportunity arises.
NOBLE 2: (nodding)
Kush stands on the brink of independence once more.
[As they speak, the camera pans to a MAP hanging on the wall, depicting the region with intricate detail. The focus is on a particular area marked as "NAPATA."]
NOBLE 3: (pointing at the map)
The heart of our future kingdom lies here, at Napata.
[Suddenly, the conversation pauses as they notice a figure approaching. It's ALARA and QUEEN KASAQA (STAR), the enigmatic leaders of the Kushites. Their presence commands respect and authority. Her beauty and elegance are unmatched in all of Kush or Egypt.]
KING ALARA (MALIK): (with a measured tone)
My dear nobles, the time has come for Kush to rise. Our destiny awaits us.
NOBLE 1: (bowing respectfully)
Your Majesty, what shall be our first step?
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (gracefully stepping forward)
We must tread carefully, my beloved. Our actions must be calculated if we are to secure our future.
[The nobles turn their attention to Queen Kasaqa, and their reverence is evident in their demeanor.]
NOBLE 2: And what of Egypt, Your Majesty? Will they not oppose us?
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (meeting Alara's gaze)
Egypt's grasp on our land weakens each day, but we must not underestimate their resolve. Alara, what say you?
KING ALARA (MALIK): (nodding thoughtfully)
Egypt's power wanes, yet their shadow still looms large. But fear not, my queen. Together, we shall navigate these treacherous waters and lead our people to greatness.
[The nobles exchange glances, reassured by the unity between their monarchs.]
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (placing a hand on Alara's arm)
From this day forth, let us stand as one, united in purpose and unwavering determination.
KING ALARA (MALIK): (bowing his head respectfully)
As you command, my queen. Together, we shall forge a legacy worthy of our ancestors.
[The nobles echo their leaders' sentiments, their hearts swelling with pride as they prepare to embark on a journey of conquest and glory. And amidst the palace's opulence, the bond between Alara and Queen Kasaqa shines brightly, a beacon of hope for the Kingdom of Kush.
Historical clips from Ancient Egypt and the battles the Egyptians took over other lands will flash on the screen. The scenes are so intense that they startle Star.
INT- BACK IN STAR’S BEDROOM
She pulls away and finds herself staring at her laptop. She wondered if it was all a dream when she fell asleep and why it felt so real. She reaches for her journal to capture her thoughts and the details of what she just went through.
[END SCENE 25]
[SCENE 25] TRAVEL : KUSH PALACE
The camera goes to the Kush Palace.
INT. ANCIENT KUSH - PALACE HALLWAY - DAY
[The air is heavy with anticipation as a group of KUSHITE NOBLES clad in richly embroidered robes pace the ornate hallway of the palace. They speak in hushed tones, their expressions a mix of concern and excitement. They just received news that the young Pharaoh accepted and appreciated the gifts.]
NOBLE 1: (gesturing emphatically)
With the disintegration of the New Kingdom, our opportunity arises.
NOBLE 2: (nodding)
Kush stands on the brink of independence once more.
[As they speak, the camera pans to a MAP hanging on the wall, depicting the region with intricate detail. The focus is on a particular area marked as "NAPATA."]
NOBLE 3: (pointing at the map)
The heart of our future kingdom lies here, at Napata.
[Suddenly, the conversation pauses as they notice a figure approaching. It's ALARA and QUEEN KASAQA (STAR), the enigmatic leaders of the Kushites. Their presence commands respect and authority. Her beauty and elegance are unmatched in all of Kush or Egypt.]
KING ALARA (MALIK): (with a measured tone)
My dear nobles, the time has come for Kush to rise. Our destiny awaits us.
NOBLE 1: (bowing respectfully)
Your Majesty, what shall be our first step?
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (gracefully stepping forward)
We must tread carefully, my beloved. Our actions must be calculated if we are to secure our future.
[The nobles turn their attention to Queen Kasaqa, and their reverence is evident in their demeanor.]
NOBLE 2: And what of Egypt, Your Majesty? Will they not oppose us?
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (meeting Alara's gaze)
Egypt's grasp on our land weakens each day, but we must not underestimate their resolve. Alara, what say you?
KING ALARA (MALIK): (nodding thoughtfully)
Egypt's power wanes, yet their shadow still looms large. But fear not, my queen. Together, we shall navigate these treacherous waters and lead our people to greatness.
[The nobles exchange glances, reassured by the unity between their monarchs.]
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (placing a hand on Alara's arm)
From this day forth, let us stand as one, united in purpose and unwavering determination.
KING ALARA (MALIK): (bowing his head respectfully)
As you command, my queen. Together, we shall forge a legacy worthy of our ancestors.
[The nobles echo their leaders' sentiments, their hearts swelling with pride as they prepare to embark on a journey of conquest and glory. And amidst the palace's opulence, the bond between Alara and Queen Kasaqa shines brightly, a beacon of hope for the Kingdom of Kush.
Historical clips from Ancient Egypt and the battles the Egyptians took over other lands will flash on the screen. The scenes are so intense that they startle Star.
INT- BACK IN STAR’S BEDROOM
She pulls away and finds herself staring at her laptop. She wondered if it was all a dream when she fell asleep and why it felt so real. She reaches for her journal to capture her thoughts and the details of what she just went through.
[END SCENE 25]
[SCENE 25] TRAVEL : KUSH PALACE
The camera goes to the Kush Palace.
INT. ANCIENT KUSH - PALACE HALLWAY - DAY
[The air is heavy with anticipation as a group of KUSHITE NOBLES clad in richly embroidered robes pace the ornate hallway of the palace. They speak in hushed tones, their expressions a mix of concern and excitement. They just received news that the young Pharaoh accepted and appreciated the gifts.]
NOBLE 1: (gesturing emphatically)
With the disintegration of the New Kingdom, our opportunity arises.
NOBLE 2: (nodding)
Kush stands on the brink of independence once more.
[As they speak, the camera pans to a MAP hanging on the wall, depicting the region with intricate detail. The focus is on a particular area marked as "NAPATA."]
NOBLE 3: (pointing at the map)
The heart of our future kingdom lies here, at Napata.
[Suddenly, the conversation pauses as they notice a figure approaching. It's ALARA and QUEEN KASAQA (STAR), the enigmatic leaders of the Kushites. Their presence commands respect and authority. Her beauty and elegance are unmatched in all of Kush or Egypt.]
KING ALARA (MALIK): (with a measured tone)
My dear nobles, the time has come for Kush to rise. Our destiny awaits us.
NOBLE 1: (bowing respectfully)
Your Majesty, what shall be our first step?
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (gracefully stepping forward)
We must tread carefully, my beloved. Our actions must be calculated if we are to secure our future.
[The nobles turn their attention to Queen Kasaqa, and their reverence is evident in their demeanor.]
NOBLE 2: And what of Egypt, Your Majesty? Will they not oppose us?
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (meeting Alara's gaze)
Egypt's grasp on our land weakens each day, but we must not underestimate their resolve. Alara, what say you?
KING ALARA (MALIK): (nodding thoughtfully)
Egypt's power wanes, yet their shadow still looms large. But fear not, my queen. Together, we shall navigate these treacherous waters and lead our people to greatness.
[The nobles exchange glances, reassured by the unity between their monarchs.]
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (placing a hand on Alara's arm)
From this day forth, let us stand as one, united in purpose and unwavering determination.
KING ALARA (MALIK): (bowing his head respectfully)
As you command, my queen. Together, we shall forge a legacy worthy of our ancestors.
[The nobles echo their leaders' sentiments, their hearts swelling with pride as they prepare to embark on a journey of conquest and glory. And amidst the palace's opulence, the bond between Alara and Queen Kasaqa shines brightly, a beacon of hope for the Kingdom of Kush.
Historical clips from Ancient Egypt and the battles the Egyptians took over other lands will flash on the screen. The scenes are so intense that they startle Star.
INT- BACK IN STAR’S BEDROOM
She pulls away and finds herself staring at her laptop. She wondered if it was all a dream when she fell asleep and why it felt so real. She reaches for her journal to capture her thoughts and the details of what she just went through.
[END SCENE 25]
[SCENE 24]-TRAVEL : ANCIENT NUBIA
[FADE OUT]
CUT
EXT. ANCIENT NUBIA - PALACE COURTYARD - DAY
[The scorching sun beats down on the vast expanse of the Nubian desert as PRINCE HEQANEFER, adorned in lavish attire, approaches the imposing structure of the Egyptian palace. He carries a trove of precious treasures as a tribute to the mighty Pharaoh.]
PRINCE HEQANEFER: (bowing respectfully) Great Pharaoh, I bring offerings from the land of Kush as a token of our allegiance.
[A procession of Egyptian guards, led by the stern VIZIER, ushers Heqanefor into the palace, where the atmosphere is heavy with the scent of incense and the echoes of ancient rituals.]
VIZIER: (addressing the Pharaoh) Your Majesty, the Nubian prince Heqanefor has arrived bearing tribute from the southern lands.
[Young yet regal, PHARAOH TUTANKHAMUN sits upon his throne, surrounded by courtiers and advisors. His gaze pierces through the hall's grandeur, settling upon the offerings brought forth by Heqanefor.]
PHARAOH TUTANKHAMUN: (intrigued) What treasures have you brought from the land of Kush, Prince Heqanefer?
PRINCE HEQANEFER: (unfurling a richly embroidered tapestry) Your Majesty, these are but a glimpse of the wealth and splendor of our kingdom. Gold, ivory, and precious gems from the heart of Nubia are offered to honor our allegiance to Egypt.
[Tutankhamun nods in approval, his youthful features betraying a hint of satisfaction.]
PHARAOH TUTANKHAMUN: (gesturing towards the gifts) Your generosity is noted, Prince Heqanefer. Let our alliance endure for eternity, bound by the riches of the Nile.
[As Heqanefer bows again, the camera captures the intricate details of the exchange, symbolizing the complex relationship between Egypt and Kush during this tumultuous era. And amidst the opulence of the palace, the bonds of diplomacy are forged, shaping the destiny of nations.] [END SCENE 24]
[SCENE 24]-TRAVEL : ANCIENT NUBIA
[FADE OUT]
CUT
EXT. ANCIENT NUBIA - PALACE COURTYARD - DAY
[The scorching sun beats down on the vast expanse of the Nubian desert as PRINCE HEQANEFER, adorned in lavish attire, approaches the imposing structure of the Egyptian palace. He carries a trove of precious treasures as a tribute to the mighty Pharaoh.]
PRINCE HEQANEFER: (bowing respectfully) Great Pharaoh, I bring offerings from the land of Kush as a token of our allegiance.
[A procession of Egyptian guards, led by the stern VIZIER, ushers Heqanefor into the palace, where the atmosphere is heavy with the scent of incense and the echoes of ancient rituals.]
VIZIER: (addressing the Pharaoh) Your Majesty, the Nubian prince Heqanefor has arrived bearing tribute from the southern lands.
[Young yet regal, PHARAOH TUTANKHAMUN sits upon his throne, surrounded by courtiers and advisors. His gaze pierces through the hall's grandeur, settling upon the offerings brought forth by Heqanefor.]
PHARAOH TUTANKHAMUN: (intrigued) What treasures have you brought from the land of Kush, Prince Heqanefer?
PRINCE HEQANEFER: (unfurling a richly embroidered tapestry) Your Majesty, these are but a glimpse of the wealth and splendor of our kingdom. Gold, ivory, and precious gems from the heart of Nubia are offered to honor our allegiance to Egypt.
[Tutankhamun nods approvingly, his youthful features betraying a hint of satisfaction.]
PHARAOH TUTANKHAMUN: (gesturing towards the gifts) Your generosity is noted, Prince Heqanefer. Let our alliance endure for eternity, bound by the riches of the Nile.
[As Heqanefer bows again, the camera captures the intricate details of the exchange, symbolizing the complex relationship between Egypt and Kush during this tumultuous era. And amidst the opulence of the palace, the bonds of diplomacy are forged, shaping the destiny of nations.] [END SCENE 24]
INT. PALACE CARRIAGE - DAY - TRAVEL - LONDON ENGLAND 1500’s
QUEEN CHARLOTTE (50s, regal but with a spark of mischief in her eyes) sits opposite her LADY-IN-WAITING, BEATRICE. The carriage rattles along the cobblestone streets of London. Charlotte steals a glance out the window, a flicker of longing crossing her face.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (murmuring) A beautiful day for a ride, wouldn't you say, Beatrice?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: (startled) Indeed, Your Majesty. Though perhaps a little brisk for a gown of such delicate lace.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (a half smile) One must endure some discomfort for the sake of appearances, mustn't we?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE glances nervously out the carriage window, fearing passersby might overhear the Queen's pronouncements.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, what if someone hears you?
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (a sly smile) Beatrice, can a queen not dream of being somewhere else other than a palace or this carriage? Many may find it unroyal, but dreams are open to everyone.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, you are so right. Dreams are open to everyone.
(She continues looking out the carriage window in silence.)
LATER THAT DAY
INT. PALACE STUDY - DAY
Charlotte sits at her desk, surrounded by stacks of petitions and reports. A bust of a stern-faced KING GEORGE III (50s, already showing signs of mental illness) gazes down from a nearby shelf.
A young, idealistic MAN enters, his eyes wide with nervous excitement.
BUTLER MAN: Your Majesty, I come bearing news from the abolitionist movement.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (raising an eyebrow) Do tell, Mr...?
BUTLER MAN: William Wilberforce, Your Majesty. Charlotte gestures for him to sit.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Mr. Wilberforce, your stance on slavery is well-known. But you must understand, the Crown cannot openly endorse such a... divisive issue.
WILBERFORCE:(passionately)Divisive, Your Majesty? The trade in human lives is an abomination! Surely, with your influence...
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (interrupting gently) My influence lies in a delicate dance, Mr. Wilberforce. Pushing too hard could incite chaos. However, whispers can be just as powerful.
(Charlotte leans forward, her gaze intense.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont.) Tell me, Mr. Wilberforce, how can we make the whispers against slavery a deafening roar?
WILBERFORCE: Your Majesty, let me work on that whisper.
He stands, bows, thanks Queen Charlotte, and leaves the study.
LATER THAT NIGHT
INT. GRAND BALLROOM - NIGHT
A dazzling spectacle unfolds. Charlotte, a vision in diamonds and silk, greets dignitaries. But her eyes scan the room, searching. Guests in elaborate attire mingle, gossip buzzing like angry bees.
(Suddenly, she spots a group of ladies, the bluestockings – intellectuals shunned by some for their thirst for knowledge. They exchange a subtle nod.
She walks through and encounters some ladies discussing various topics, standing with a strained smile on her face.)
LADY ASHFORD: (whispering) Have you heard? The Duke is entertaining... questionable company again.
LADY CRAVEN: (clutching her pearls) Shocking! But one can't expect much from those with... foreign blood.
(Charlotte's smile vanishes for a moment. Amara appears behind her, discreetly offering a glass of champagne.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (taking the glass) Thank you, Amara.
LADY CRAVEN: (leaning in) Forgive my rudeness, Your Majesty, but whispers abound. Is it true you have... African ancestry?
(Charlotte meets her gaze with intense coolness and then smiles with pride before she speaks)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: My lineage is a tapestry woven from many threads. But a queen is judged by her actions, not her blood.
She takes a sip of champagne, the taste bitter on her tongue.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) Speaking of actions, have you ladies seen the latest reports on the slave trade? The conditions are barbaric.
LADY ASHFORD: (frowning) But surely, Your Majesty, the colonies need a strong workforce.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: There is a difference between workforce and human chattel. Perhaps we should explore alternative solutions? Education, perhaps?
Charlotte's words hang in the air, met with nervous glances.
LATER
Queen Charlotte sits in a secluded corner with two of the bluestockings, discussing philosophy. They weave conversations about human rights and freedom into their seemingly harmless discourse.
INT. QUEEN'S PRIVATE CHAMBER - NIGHT
(Charlotte removes her heavy jewels, revealing a weariness beneath the facade. A painting of a young, vibrant woman with African features hangs on the wall. Charlotte sits alone, a book on abolitionism open on her lap. Amara enters with a worried expression.)
AMARA: Word of your comments at the party has reached the King. He is not pleased.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (rising) Of course not. But change will not come from silence.
AMARA: You are a beacon, Your Majesty. But a single candle can be easily snuffed out.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Then perhaps I need to find a way to light more candles.
(Charlotte walks to the window, gazing out at the moonlit gardens.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) There are ways to influence the world without a crown. Ways that leave a mark on history, even if it goes unseen.
AMARA leaves the chamber. Charlotte sits there in silence, contemplating. She looks at the painting on the wall.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (to the painting) Mother, they see only the queen they wish to see. But you know the girl who arrived here, alone and afraid.
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 78]
[SCENE 25] TRAVEL : KUSH PALACE
The camera goes to the Kush Palace.
INT. ANCIENT KUSH - PALACE HALLWAY - DAY
[The air is heavy with anticipation as a group of KUSHITE NOBLES clad in richly embroidered robes pace the ornate hallway of the palace. They speak in hushed tones, their expressions a mix of concern and excitement. They just received news that the young Pharaoh accepted and appreciated the gifts.]
NOBLE 1: (gesturing emphatically)
With the disintegration of the New Kingdom, our opportunity arises.
NOBLE 2: (nodding)
Kush stands on the brink of independence once more.
[As they speak, the camera pans to a MAP hanging on the wall, depicting the region with intricate detail. The focus is on a particular area marked as "NAPATA."]
NOBLE 3: (pointing at the map)
The heart of our future kingdom lies here, at Napata.
[Suddenly, the conversation pauses as they notice a figure approaching. It's ALARA and QUEEN KASAQA (STAR), the enigmatic leaders of the Kushites. Their presence commands respect and authority. Her beauty and elegance are unmatched in all of Kush or Egypt.]
KING ALARA (MALIK): (with a measured tone)
My dear nobles, the time has come for Kush to rise. Our destiny awaits us.
NOBLE 1: (bowing respectfully)
Your Majesty, what shall be our first step?
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (gracefully stepping forward)
We must tread carefully, my beloved. Our actions must be calculated if we are to secure our future.
[The nobles turn their attention to Queen Kasaqa, and their reverence is evident in their demeanor.]
NOBLE 2: And what of Egypt, Your Majesty? Will they not oppose us?
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (meeting Alara's gaze)
Egypt's grasp on our land weakens each day, but we must not underestimate their resolve. Alara, what say you?
KING ALARA (MALIK): (nodding thoughtfully)
Egypt's power wanes, yet their shadow still looms large. But fear not, my queen. Together, we shall navigate these treacherous waters and lead our people to greatness.
[The nobles exchange glances, reassured by the unity between their monarchs.]
QUEEN KASAQA (STAR): (placing a hand on Alara's arm)
From this day forth, let us stand as one, united in purpose and unwavering determination.
KING ALARA (MALIK): (bowing his head respectfully)
As you command, my queen. Together, we shall forge a legacy worthy of our ancestors.
[The nobles echo their leaders' sentiments, their hearts swelling with pride as they prepare to embark on a journey of conquest and glory. And amidst the palace's opulence, the bond between Alara and Queen Kasaqa shines brightly, a beacon of hope for the Kingdom of Kush.
Historical clips from Ancient Egypt and the battles the Egyptians took over other lands will flash on the screen. The scenes are so intense that they startle Star.
INT- BACK IN STAR’S BEDROOM
She pulls away and finds herself staring at her laptop. She wondered if it was all a dream when she fell asleep and why it felt so real. She reaches for her journal to capture her thoughts and the details of what she just went through.
[END SCENE 25]
[SCENE 32] MALIK/MALCOLM/RICHARD/SHARON/DAVID: HIGHSCHOOL (15) - HIGHEND HOME- LIVING ROOM
INT. MALCOLM’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON
[Malik and Richard arrive at Malcolm’s house, brimming with excitement to tell Malcolm and his parents the great news. Mrs. Little opens the door, inviting them in.]
MRS. LITTLE (SHARON): Come in, Malik and Richard. What’s going on?
[Malik wastes no time in sharing his thrilling news about GreenPower International securing its first contract to power the new addition of their high school.]
MALIK: I have some amazing news. We just landed a trial contract to provide our high school with a green power solution.
MRS. LITTLE (SHARON): Wow, that’s great! However, Malcolm will not be able to be a part of it.
[The mood shifts when it's revealed that Malcolm will be unable to continue working on the project due to his family's impending move to Germany.]
MALIK: Ms. Little, we've been working on this for a long time. Now that we finally launched it, you're telling me that Malcolm can no longer be a part of it?
[Malik turns to his father, seeking guidance on what to do next.]
MALIK: Dad, what now? What do we do?
RICHARD: Malcolm, what do you want to do about the business? Do you want to sell it or just receive royalties from it?
[Malcolm, feeling torn, expresses his desire to continue working on the project.]
MALCOLM: Mr. Smith, I always thought that Malik and I would run this together.
[Mr. Little enters the room, joining the conversation.]
MR. LITTLE(DAVID): Hey, Richard, what's going on? Why so serious?
[As Mr. Little joins the conversation, the weight of the decision hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the once jubilant mood.]
RICHARD: David, the boys have an amazing opportunity in front of them; they got their first customer for their GreenEnergy device.
DAVID: What? When? That is amazing! So why so serious?
MALCOLM: (Frustrated) Mom said we are moving to Germany because of your job! This sucks.
RICHARD: To answer your question, David, the boys thought they would continue as business partners and work on this together.
DAVID: I see, but maybe they can?
RICHARD, MALIK, and MALCOLM: (Listening intently)
DAVID: Maybe Malcolm can stay here with you all...
Before he could finish, Sharon pipes in.
SHARON: Not going to happen. Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.
[Malcolm looks frustrated and disgusted.]
DAVID: (He walks over to Malcolm and mouths, "I tried." (I'm looking to cheer him up.)
Malcolm, I am sorry. Besides, it’s not like we are leaving tomorrow.
RICHARD: David and Sharon, can we talk about this?
[They walk into the other room out of earshot of the boys and talk.]
SHARON: Yeah, as long as it has nothing to do with leaving Malcolm here. Not going to happen. David, I can’t believe you were going to suggest something like that.
DAVID: (Catches Sharon’s disapproving look and stops mid-flow)
No, I wasn’t thinking permanently. Just to the end of... Forget it.
RICHARD: I am open to suggestions.
SHARON: How about a buyout? It will give Malcolm some money to put toward college.
RICHARD: (Thinks about it for a moment.) I am good with that. Let’s go talk to the boys.
[They walk back into the room.]
SHARON: Malcolm, would you oppose selling your portion of the business?
MALCOLM:(Looking disappointed) I don’t know.
RICHARD: Malcolm, it would be a fair offer if you were willing to sell it.
MALCOLM: (Malcolm thinks about it more and looks at Malik before deciding.)
That's fine with me, Mr. Smith. What’s a fair offer?
RICHARD: Okay, Malcolm. Can you gather all of the plans, drawings, and anything related to the GPI system?
MALCOLM: Sure, give me a moment.
[Malcolm leaves to gather the requested materials while Richard prepares to finalize the buyout.]
MALCOLM:(Returning) Here are the materials.
[As Malcolm hands over the plans, Richard pulls out his checkbook and begins writing a check.]
RICHARD: Malcolm, thank you for all the hard work and dedication you've put into this project. Consider this a gesture of appreciation.
MALCOLM: Um, um, this is too much. You must have made a mistake. This is not half. This is more than what we have in contracts. This is for $5 million. Are you sure?
DAVID: Are you sure, Richard? That’s a lot of money!
RICHARD: Thank you for all your hard work and dedication to this project. Consider this a gesture of appreciation. (Look to David and Sharon.) They have been working on this for years. It’s the least we can do, and I think it is a fair offer.
MALIK: (Grinning) It looks like you hit the jackpot, Malcolm.
MALIK: (looking at his dad) Um, where's my advance for all those years?
RICHARD: (Laughing) You have me as a partner now, so you're sure to do well. Malik. You've got me backing you up now.
MALIK: Dad, you have always been backing me.
RICHARD: Now, I am partnering with you, that’s your advance.
[David and Sharon Little express their gratitude, and Malcolm walks over and gives Malik and Richard Smith a huge hug.]
RICHARD: You both deserve it. Now, let's focus on the future and make GreenPower International a success.
[Malcolm, still processing the unexpected windfall, nods in agreement, while Malik beams with excitement at the prospect of what lies ahead.]
(With the buyout settled and Malcolm's departure imminent, the trio set their sights on the future, eager to build upon the foundation they had laid together. As they embraced the challenges and opportunities ahead, Malik couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of partnering with his father and taking GreenPower International to new heights.)
MALIK: When are you leaving for Germany?
DAVID: We are leaving in 2 weeks.
MALIK: Okay, Malcolm, we have much to do before you leave the country.
MALCOLM: Mom & Dad, can I go over to Malik’s?
DAVID: Sure, don’t be out to late.
MALCOLM: Thanks. I will be back in a couple of hours before curfew.
SHARON: Curfew is 11:00PM not 11:01
MALCOLM: I know I will be back way before then, by 10:00PM
(Malik, Richard and Malcolm leave.)
LATER THAT EVENING - IN THE LITTLE'S LIVING ROOM
[Sharon comes in with a letter.]
SHARON: Look at this letter. It was in the mail. It looks like your dad left you some land here in Georgia and Africa.
DAVID: What? When, how? My dad has been dead for over 10 years. This doesn’t make sense.
SHARON: According to the letter, this company has been looking for you. David, this doesn’t make sense. We have been living here for over 15 years. Do you think this is a scam?
DAVID: I don’t know. I will look into it in the morning.
SHARON: Babe, something is telling me it’s real. Look at this line, they have Malcolm listed.
DAVID: It says that if they can find me, he will get it all I will look into it. Wait, they said we have 100 hectares in South West Africa, passed down from my great-great-grandfather. Strangely, my dad never talked about his grandfather. He said he never even met him. This is strange.
SHARON: I agree. So, what are we going to do with Malcolm’s money? We can’t let a 16-year-old boy have access to that much money at one time.
DAVID: Yeah, you’re right. We both know Malcolm can get obsessive about things. Before he met Malik, he was obsessed with finding four-leaf clovers. (They laugh)
SHARON: It was bad. He was going into all the neighbors' yards with a magnifying glass and ended up burning a big hole in Mr. Johnson's front yard, That was a disaster, Mr. Johnson was hot. Remember, babe, we had to pay to redo Mr. Johnson’s front yard.
DAVID: Yeah!! I do remember, he was like 6 or 7 then. Malcolm can be a little impulsive and destructive without something to focus on.
SHARON: I am actually a little concerned now since he doesn’t have GPI to focus on…
DAVID: Me too. I think we need to put this money into a trust that he can’t access until he turns 21. Then he can only get a million, and when he turns 31, he can get 2 million, and when he turns 36, he can get it all.
SHARON: I like the idea. Why those ages?
DAVID: Well, Malik and Malcolm were doing some research on the brain before they landed on green power. One of the papers they reviewed said the male brain is not fully developed until after 30. Any decision made before then would be made with half a brain.
SHARON:(Laughing) That makes sense. I met you at 20, and boy, did you do and say some dumb stuff back then.
DAVID: Now I have a valid reason for my missteps. I was working with half a brain.
[They both laugh and the scene ends.]
[END SCENE 32]
[SCENE 35] MALIK/RICHARD HIGHSCHOOL (15) HIGHEND HOME
Malik’s Phone rings as he is walking out of the school.
MALIK: Hello?
TIFFANY JORDAN (School Administrator): Hello, may I speak to Malik?
MALIK: This is Malik. Who am I speaking to?
TIFFANY JORDAN: This is Tiffany Jordan, the school administrator. The reason for my call is to congratulate you on being awarded two new schools for your, um... um... device. I’m sorry, I mean your GreenPower device.
MALIK: (Excitedly)
Wait, are you sure? I mean, thank you, Ms. Jordan. I don’t know what to say but thank you. Um... how much is the contract worth?
TIFFANY JORDAN: (Chuckling softly) Yes, I'm sure. And you’re welcome. The contract for each school is worth $500,000, so a total of one million.
MALIK: (Stunned) One Million!. Wow, that’s awesome! This is amazing news, Ms. Jordan. Thank you so much.
TIFFANY JORDAN: You’ve earned it, Malik. Your GreenPower device has already shown great promise in the schools where it’s been implemented. We’re excited to see the continued benefits it will bring to our students and staff. Malik, your Green Power Device is saving the school millions of dollars.
MALIK: I’m really grateful for this opportunity. I promise I won’t let you down.
TIFFANY JORDAN: I’m confident you won’t, Malik. We’ll be in touch with the details soon. Have a great day.
MALIK: You too, Ms. Jordan. Thank you again.
[Malik hangs up the phone, a huge grin spreading across his face. He stands still for a moment, processing the news, before breaking into a sprint towards home, eager to share the news with his family.]
CUT TO:
INT. MALIK'S HOME - LIVING ROOM - LATER
[Malik bursts through the front door, out of breath but beaming with excitement.]
MALIK: (More excited) Dad! You won’t believe it! I just got a call from Ms. Jordan. My GreenPower device just got awarded two new schools! And the contract is worth One Million dollars.
[INT. MALIK'S HOUSE - DAY]
[Malik bursts through the sliding door leading to the pool, his excitement palpable as he calls out for his father.]
MALIK: Dad, where are you? [Malik goes back into the house,calling for his]
[The Garage door is closing, engine stops, car door closes and Richard get’s out and proceeds to walk into the house from the garage.]
[Richard, Malik's father, emerges from the garage, intrigued by Malik's enthusiasm.]
RICHARD: What's going on? Why are you so fired up?
[Malik can barely contain his excitement as he delivers the news.]
MALIK: Dad, you won't believe it! We landed two more contracts in DeKalb County, each worth Five hundred thousand dollars!
[Richard's smile widens with pride at his son's success.]
RICHARD: (Smiling proudly) That's incredible, Malik. It looks like partnering with you was the right choice.
[The father and son share a moment of mutual admiration, their bond strengthened by their shared triumph.]
[END SCENE 35]
[SCENE 39] SHADOWY FIGURE/MARCUS (25) OFFICE BUILDING
INT. SHADOWY FIGURES HOUSE - STUDY - NIGHT
[The camera opens to a dimly lit study filled with old manuscripts, books, and maps spread across a large wooden desk. The camera slowly pans over to five distinct artifacts: a music box, a watch box, a scroll, and two ornate keys. The caption reads: "With these, one can travel to any time and place." A shadowy figure, whose face is never shown, is poring over the documents, whispering to himself in a distorted voice.]
SHADOWY FIGURE: That’s it... I’ve finally found it...
[Suddenly, a phone rings, interrupting the figure’s concentration. The shadowy figure answers the phone, the camera focusing on the artifacts.]
SHADOWY FIGURE: Yes?
MARCUS (V.O.): A box, similar to what you described, is due to be delivered to the bookstore owned by Mr. Keys, where you have Simone working. Sir, what would you like for me to do?
SHADOWY FIGURE: Marcus, do nothing. Just follow the person who buys it.
MARCUS (V.O.): When should we take the box?
SHADOWY FIGURE: Don't worry about that. I am not paying you for that. I am paying you to do what I ask. Stop asking so many questions. Tomorrow, get to the bookstore early to watch for the delivery of the box and follow the person that buys it. That is it. Do you understand me, Marcus?
MARCUS (V.O.): Yes, sir.
SHADOWY FIGURE: (With a stern tone) Marcus, do nothing but watch. I mean it.
MARCUS (V.O.): Yes, sir.
[The phone hangs up abruptly.] Marcus, still on the line, looks confused.]
MARCUS: Sir? Are you there?
[The screen fades to black.]
[END SCENE 39]
[SCENE 41] MR. KEYS/RICHARD/SIMONE (25) BOUTIQUE
[INT. BOUTIQUE ON PEACHTREE - DAY]
[NEXT DAY]
[The camera opens on a quaint African boutique on Peachtree Street. Richard walks in, greeted by the warm, welcoming atmosphere. The walls are adorned with vibrant African art and shelves filled with unique wares. Mr. Keys, the shop owner, is stocking books on a shelf.]
RICHARD: Hey, Keys. I remember you sold unique items as well as books. I'm looking for something special.
MR. KEYS:(Turning around) Tell me more. What exactly are you looking for?
RICHARD: I need a special box for my son to store his watches. It has to be unique, special, and have purpose.
MR. KEYS:(Thinking) I might have something that fits what you're looking for.
RICHARD: Really?
[Mr. Keys heads to the back of the store. As he does, Simone walks out of the bathroom and sees Mr. Keys.]
SIMONE: Mr. Keys, what can I do to help?
MR. KEYS: Nothing right now, Simone. Just stock the new rare books that came in.
SIMONE: Okay, Mr. Keys. I'll get right on it.
[Simone starts to stock the books but lingers nearby to overhear the conversation.]
[Mr. Keys returns, carrying the box from the previous day. He places it on the counter and begins to open it.]
MR. KEYS: This might be it.
[To his dismay, Richard looks at the box and shakes his head.]
RICHARD: It's beautiful, hand-carved, but it's not the gift I'm looking for.
MR. KEYS: I thought it might be. There's an ancient box I've been searching for the past eight years. Legend has it that it's part of a matched set carved by a soon-to-be groom for him and his bride.
[The camera zooms in on Simone as she listens intently. She whispers to herself.]
SIMONE: This is what I think he was looking for...
MR. KEYS:(Continuing) According to legend, a man created two magical boxes. One was a music box playing a unique African drum beat, and the other was a watch box. The year was 1888, a very special year.
RICHARD: Magical boxes? Come on, Keys.
MR. KEYS: Let me finish, Richard. The year 1888 represents an angel number, a powerful message from the spiritual realm urging trust in your intuition. It signifies you're on the right path, aligned with your life's purpose.
RICHARD:(A bit more interested.) I'm somewhat familiar with numerology.
MR. KEYS:(Excited) Exactly! 1888 reminds us to trust our intuition—the number, not the year. The maker of these boxes must have known about numerology. March 3, 1888, was a significant date. When the two boxes come together, they allow a person to control time and space. They were carved from Ebony wood, which has long held spiritual significance.
RICHARD:(Enthralled) Wow, that sounds exactly like the gift I've been looking for.
MR. KEYS: Ebony wood is associated with power and wealth. In ancient civilizations, it was a symbol of high esteem. The box was also adorned with Mother of Pearl. The maker loved his bride so much, he put a protection spell on the box. He pricked his finger and dripped his blood into it so only someone from his bloodline could use it.
SIMONE: (Moved by the story) That's incredible...
RICHARD: (Awe-struck) Where is this shop again?
[Mr. Keys writes down the name and address of the shop and hands it to Richard.]
MR. KEYS: Go see a friend of mine Amari over on Peachtree. She carries some of the most beautiful African pieces I have ever seen.
RICHARD: Thank you, Keys.
[Richard walks out the door, excitement and determination in his steps.]
[Simone puts down the books she's holding and rushes to the back, quickly dialing a number on her phone.]
SIMONE: (Whispering into the phone) It's not here. The man who just left is heading to where the box could be.
[The phone conversation ends abruptly.]
Simone returns to the front, resuming her work.]
[EXT. BOOKSTORE - CONTINUOUS]
[Outside, Marcus is waiting in a vehicle. His phone buzzes with a text from the Shadowy Figure.]
TEXT: Follow the man who just left the bookstore.
[Marcus starts the car and begins to follow Richard.]
[FADE OUT.]
[SCENE ENDS 41]
[SCENE 60]-TRAVEL : BATIVA
INT. INDONESIAN MARKET - DAY
INT. BUSY PORT TOWN OF BATAVIA - 17TH CENTURY
[Anna, a 20-year-old Indonesian woman, steps into a bustling 17th-century market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vibrant scene before her: an outdoor market filled with the hustle and bustle of trade. The air is filled with the sounds of haggling, laughter, and the rich aromas of exotic spices and fresh produce.]
ANNA: (whispering to herself) Amazing... the craftsmanship, the entrepreneurship, the diversity...
[Anna walks through the market, admiring the array of goods displayed by Indigenous people of the West Indies. Intricate textiles, handmade crafts, and spices from distant lands fill the stalls, each representing a piece of the world brought together through trade.]
[The bustling port town of Batavia comes alive with activity, the air thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and the salty sea breeze. Ships with billowing sails line the harbor while merchants haggle over goods from distant lands. In the heart of Batavia, amidst the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions, a new society emerges. A society where diversity is celebrated, and unity is forged through shared experiences and mutual respect. And in this bustling metropolis, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, the spirit of resilience and adaptation thrives, as the people of Batavia navigate the complexities of colonial rule with ingenuity and grace.]
[During this vibrant scene, Anna navigates through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder. Her Eurasian-African heritage mirrors the diverse tapestry of this colonial outpost, where modern concepts of freedom are but a distant dream.]
[As Anna weaves through the market, her attention is drawn to a group of Dutch merchants unloading crates of goods from a ship docked at the harbor.]
MERCHANT 1: (To his companions) Be careful now; watch your step!
MERCHANT 2: (Excitedly) Aye, we've got a shipment of fine silks from the Orient!
MERCHANT 3: (Boasting) And remember the spices! Fresh from the Moluccas, the envy of every trader in these parts!
[Amidst the bustling activity, a stern matron leads a group of orphaned children toward a sizable colonial building, catching Anna's eye.]
MATRON: (Calling out to the children) Hurry along now, children! It's time for your lessons.
[Anna's curiosity is piqued by the sight of the orphanage, but she continues her exploration, eager to soak in the sights and sounds of this bustling colonial hub.]
[As Anna ventures further into the vibrant marketplace, her heart swells with a sense of adventure, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Batavia.]
MERCHANT 1: "Step right up, step right up! Finest silks from the Orient, guaranteed to make you the envy of the town!"
MERCHANT 2: "Fresh spices from the Moluccas! Taste the flavors of the East, right here in Batavia!"
MERCHANT 3: "Batiks from Java, woven with the skill of generations! Take home a piece of Indonesian craftsmanship today!"
[The merchants' voices blend into a lively chorus, attracting the attention of passersby as they weave through the bustling marketplace.]
ANNA: (Stops at a local Artisian picks up a piece of pottery) This is interesting!
LOCAL ARTISAN: Look at our other Beautiful pottery, handcrafted with love! Each piece tells a story of our rich heritage."
ANNA: Your wares are truly breathtaking, so much detail, history,...
(A tourist wanders over and interrupts Anna’s thoughts by speaking boldly and with pure delight.)
TOURIST: "Wow, these colors are amazing! I've never seen anything like it back home."
(As Anna Wanders further into the Market just taking in the spirit of a blended marketplace and people from all over coming together to do business. Anna observes the people taking in the lessons.)
ANNA: Entrepreneurship is the key to the strength of this community and the heart of the people. Without these independent business owners this market wouldn’t even exist. I have to remember that the key to growth is community. Wealth is in being a business owner.
[The local artisan smiles proudly, delighted by the tourist's admiration for their craft.]
STREET VENDOR: "Spicy noodles, hot off the wok! Come and get 'em while they're hot!"
CUSTOMER: "I'll take two, please! And make sure you load them up with extra chili sauce."
[The customer eagerly hands over their coins as the street vendor prepares their order with a skillful flourish.]
DUTCH SETTLER: "Another shipment of goods from the motherland, ready for trade! Our colonies will prosper with these riches."
INDIGENOUS TRIBESPERSON: "We welcome your trade, but remember, this land is also ours. Let us work together for mutual benefit."
[The Dutch settler nods, acknowledging the tribesperson's words with a sense of respect for the indigenous culture.]
JAVANESE SULTAN: "Ah, the sights and sounds of Batavia never cease to amaze me. Truly, this city is a testament to our resilience."
CHINESE TRADER: "Indeed, Your Highness. May our trade continue to prosper, bringing prosperity to all who call this city home."
[The Javanese sultan and Chinese trader clasp hands in a gesture of solidarity, their alliance symbolizing the spirit of cooperation that defines Batavia.]
[FADE OUT.]
[END SCENE 60]
[SCENE 28] STAR/BRANDON/STUDENT 1-3/YOUNG BOY: HIGHSCHOOL (17) HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY
SENIOR YEAR
INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY: DAY
Star walks through the bustling hallway, overhearing a conversation between students.
STUDENT 1: Did you catch that video about Dr. John Henrik Clark? He was dropping some profound knowledge about African history.
STUDENT 2: He talked about how everything originated in Africa, mentioning the Kush Kingdom and Egypt.
STUDENT 3: (jokingly) Kush? Isn't that what some of the homies call weed?
Star pauses, intrigued by the conversation. She turns to the students.
STAR: Excuse me, what was the name of that author again?
Brandon, one of the students, turns to Star with a grin.
BRANDON: Hey, Star! You look good today. Almost like a Kushite or Egyptian Queen. You know, I wouldn't hesitate to make you my queen.
STAR: (playfully) Brandon, you flatter me. But you're forgetting a few things:
You're a sophomore, and besides, I've known you since you were 7.
You're Trey's friend. And Trey's my little brother.
We might be cousins.
BRANDON: (with a smirk) Hey, I'm not afraid of kissing cousins, if you know what I mean.
STAR: (laughing) Boy, stop playing. What was the name of the author you mentioned?
BRANDON: Dr. John Henrik Clark. He's a professor of African and Black American History. Dropping gems like your KEVIN-GRANDAD.
[In the distance, a group of boys call out to Brandon.]
YOUNG BOY: Brandon, let's go! Practice is starting.
BRANDON: (calling back) Coming! Sorry, Star, gotta run.
STAR: No problem. Thanks, Brandon.
As Brandon rushes off, Star can't help but smile at the playful banter. She quickly jots down the author's name in her notebook.
STAR: (to herself) Dr. John Henrik Clark... I wonder what school he teaches at.
(The bell rings, signaling the start of class.)
STAR: (rushing) Oh no, I'm going to be late for Social Studies again!
Star hurries down the hall, determined to make it to class on time.
[END SCENE 28]
[SCENE 28] STAR/BRANDON/STUDENT 1-3/YOUNG BOY: HIGHSCHOOL (17) HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY
SENIOR YEAR
INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY: DAY
Star walks through the bustling hallway, overhearing a conversation between students.
STUDENT 1: Did you catch that video about Dr. John Henrik Clark? He was dropping some profound knowledge about African history.
STUDENT 2: He talked about how everything originated in Africa, mentioning the Kush Kingdom and Egypt.
STUDENT 3: (jokingly) Kush? Isn't that what some of the homies call weed?
Star pauses, intrigued by the conversation. She turns to the students.
STAR: Excuse me, what was the name of that author again?
Brandon, one of the students, turns to Star with a grin.
BRANDON: Hey, Star! You look good today. Almost like a Kushite or Egyptian Queen. You know, I wouldn't hesitate to make you my queen.
STAR: (playfully) Brandon, you flatter me. But you're forgetting a few things:
You're a sophomore, and besides, I've known you since you were 7.
You're Trey's friend. And Trey's my little brother.
We might be cousins.
BRANDON: (with a smirk) Hey, I'm not afraid of kissing cousins, if you know what I mean.
STAR: (laughing) Boy, stop playing. What was the name of the author you mentioned?
BRANDON: Dr. John Henrik Clark. He's a professor of African and Black American History. Dropping gems like your KEVIN-GRANDAD.
[In the distance, a group of boys call out to Brandon.]
YOUNG BOY: Brandon, let's go! Practice is starting.
BRANDON: (calling back) Coming! Sorry, Star, gotta run.
STAR: No problem. Thanks, Brandon.
As Brandon rushes off, Star can't help but smile at the playful banter. She quickly jots down the author's name in her notebook.
STAR: (to herself) Dr. John Henrik Clark... I wonder what school he teaches at.
(The bell rings, signaling the start of class.)
STAR: (rushing) Oh no, I'm going to be late for Social Studies again!
Star hurries down the hall, determined to make it to class on time.
[END SCENE 28]
[SCENE 28] STAR/BRANDON/STUDENT 1-3/YOUNG BOY: HIGHSCHOOL (17) HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY
SENIOR YEAR
INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY: DAY
Star walks through the bustling hallway, overhearing a conversation between students.
STUDENT 1: Did you catch that video about Dr. John Henrik Clark? He was dropping some profound knowledge about African history.
STUDENT 2: He talked about how everything originated in Africa, mentioning the Kush Kingdom and Egypt.
STUDENT 3: (jokingly) Kush? Isn't that what some of the homies call weed?
Star pauses, intrigued by the conversation. She turns to the students.
STAR: Excuse me, what was the name of that author again?
Brandon, one of the students, turns to Star with a grin.
BRANDON: Hey, Star! You look good today. Almost like a Kushite or Egyptian Queen. You know, I wouldn't hesitate to make you my queen.
STAR: (playfully) Brandon, you flatter me. But you're forgetting a few things:
You're a sophomore, and besides, I've known you since you were 7.
You're Trey's friend. And Trey's my little brother.
We might be cousins.
BRANDON: (with a smirk) Hey, I'm not afraid of kissing cousins, if you know what I mean.
STAR: (laughing) Boy, stop playing. What was the name of the author you mentioned?
BRANDON: Dr. John Henrik Clark. He's a professor of African and Black American History. Dropping gems like your KEVIN-GRANDAD.
[In the distance, a group of boys call out to Brandon.]
YOUNG BOY: Brandon, let's go! Practice is starting.
BRANDON: (calling back) Coming! Sorry, Star, gotta run.
STAR: No problem. Thanks, Brandon.
As Brandon rushes off, Star can't help but smile at the playful banter. She quickly jots down the author's name in her notebook.
STAR: (to herself) Dr. John Henrik Clark... I wonder what school he teaches at.
(The bell rings, signaling the start of class.)
STAR: (rushing) Oh no, I'm going to be late for Social Studies again!
Star hurries down the hall, determined to make it to class on time.
[END SCENE 28]
EXT. CAIRO MARKET - DAY
The market is abuzz with activity as Mansa Musa’s caravan passes through, drawing the attention of merchants and onlookers alike. Gold coins are handed out freely, and Musa's generosity leaves the crowd in awe.
CUT TO:
INT. ROYAL PALACE, AL-NASIR’S THRONE ROOM - DAY
A subordinate escorts Mansa Musa into Sultan al-Nasir's opulent throne room. The sultan sits on a grand throne, his eyes fixed on the approaching king.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (welcoming, but with a hint of expectation.)
Welcome, Mansa Musa of Mali. It is an honor to receive such a distinguished guest.
MANSA MUSA: (bowing slightly, but with reluctance)
I am honored by your welcome, Sultan al-Nasir. However, I must decline your invitation for an audience. My pilgrimage to Mecca demands my immediate attention.
The sultan’s face darkens slightly at Musa’s refusal. The tension in the room becomes palpable.
EMIR ABU: (whispering to al-Nasir) Your Majesty, he finds our customs repugnant. He will not kiss the ground or your hand.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (raising his voice, trying to maintain composure) Is it not customary to show respect in this manner?
Mansa Musa stands firm, his eyes meeting al-Nasir’s without flinching.
MANSA MUSA: Respect is earned, not commanded. I mean no disrespect, but I must remain faithful to my beliefs.
The room grows silent, and the air thick with tension. Finally, al-Nasir gestures for peace.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (sighing, relenting) Very well. Let us greet as equals.
The two rulers exchange a formal yet respectful greeting. The tension dissipates, and al-Nasir gestures for Musa to take a seat.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (smiling slightly) You bring great wealth and honor to Cairo, Mansa Musa. Please, allow us to provide for you and your entourage.
MANSA MUSA: (nodding gratefully) Your hospitality is greatly appreciated, Sultan al-Nasir. And as a token of our friendship, I leave a portion of Mali’s wealth with you.
CUT TO:
EXT. CAIRO STREETS - DAY
Mansa Musa’s caravan continues its journey through Cairo. Gold coins and extravagant gifts are distributed generously among the people. The streets glisten with the golden tokens of Musa’s wealth, and the people cheer with joy.
NARRATOR (V.O.): From the markets of Cairo to royal offices and the impoverished people who crossed his path, Mansa Musa’s generosity left the streets littered with gold—a resource greatly appreciated and in short supply.
CUT TO:
INT. ROYAL PALACE, AL-NASIR’S THRONE ROOM - NIGHT
Sultan al-Nasir sits with his advisors, discussing the impact of Mansa Musa’s visit.
ADVISOR: Your Majesty, the gold Musa has given is already flooding the markets. The economy is reacting.
SULTAN AL-NASIR: (concerned, but thoughtful)
Yes, his intentions were noble, but we must manage the fallout carefully.
NARRATOR (V.O.): Though well-intentioned, Mansa Musa’s gold gifts depreciated the metal's value in Egypt, causing the economy to take a major hit. It took twelve years for the community to recover.
CUT TO:
EXT. CAIRO STREETS - DAY
The bustling streets of Cairo are a stark contrast to the earlier scenes of joy. The people, now burdened by the economic downturn, struggle to make ends meet.
CUT TO:
INT. MALIK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Malik is suddenly back in his room, the light fading as he reorients himself. He sits down, overwhelmed by the experience but filled with a deeper understanding of history.
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 91]
[SCENE 57 ] MALIK, MAYOR & TRAVIS HIGH-END OFFICE BUILDING MAYOR’S OFFICE
[INT. OFFICE BUILDING - WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY]
[Malik, dressed sharply in a suit, paces back and forth in his office, phone pressed to his ear. His excitement is palpable as he discusses the installation of the Green Power Initiative (GPI) in the new schools he just landed from the DeKalb County deal.]
MAYOR THOMPSON: Malik, I am going to give you the golden ticket. I have visited the schools where you have installed the GPI devices, and it has saved those schools a tremendous amount of money. The other added value is that during the last power outages due to weather or whatever, those schools never even had a blink. So, with that amazing track record, I am going to give GPI a contract for not only all of the County Courthouses, but I am also going to throw in the Mayor’s Mansion as well.
MALIK:(Excitedly into the phone) Yes, Mayor Thompson, I'm thrilled to hear that you're onboard with the GPI project! It's going to revolutionize energy consumption in DeKalb County and beyond. And now the courthouse and the mayor's mansion? That's fantastic news!
[Malik nods enthusiastically as he listens to the response on the other end of the line.]
MALIK: Absolutely, Mayor. I'll make sure our team at Best Energy Solutions prioritizes those installations. With GPI powering such critical infrastructure, the savings for the county and the city will be monumental.
[There's a pause as Malik listens intently, a grin spreading across his face.]
MAYOR THOMPSON: My goal is to make GPI the power source for all of Georgia, but first, we have to get you covering all of DeKalb County and beyond.
MALIK: (Triumphantly) You won't regret it, Mayor Thompson. GPI is not just about saving money; it's about investing in a sustainable future for our community. I'll have the contracts drawn up and sent over to your office first thing tomorrow morning.
[Malik hangs up the phone, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. This deal represents tens of millions of dollars in savings for DeKalb County and the city of Atlanta, GA. He can hardly contain his excitement as he prepares to make history with the implementation of the Green Power Initiative.]
CUT TO:
INT. MAYOR'S OFFICE - DAY
[Mayor Thompson sits behind his large oak desk, a look of satisfaction on his face. His assistant, TRAVIS Washington, a passionate advocate for GPI, enters the room with a folder in hand.]
TRAVIS: Mayor Thompson, I just heard the news about the GPI contract for the courthouses and the Mayor’s Mansion. This is a huge step forward!
MAYOR THOMPSON: Indeed it is, TRAVIS. Malik and his team have proven their worth. Those schools didn’t even blink during the last power outage.
TRAVIS:(Enthusiastically) Exactly! And that’s why I think we need to push for GPI to power the entire county. The potential savings and stability are too great to ignore.
MAYOR THOMPSON: (Leaning back, thoughtful) I hear you, TRAVIS. And believe me, I’m not opposed to the idea. But we’ve just handed Malik and his team the golden ticket. Let’s see how they handle these installations first.
TRAVIS: I understand your cautious approach, but the demand for sustainable energy solutions is growing. If we can show immediate success with the courthouses and the Mayor’s Mansion, we’ll have a strong case for county-wide implementation.
MAYOR THOMPSON: (Nodding in agreement) True, and I have every confidence that Malik will deliver. But large-scale changes require careful planning. The public needs to see consistent results before we can expand.
TRAVIS: I see how you're thinking, Mayor. I'll do all I can to ensure the implementation runs smoothly.
MAYOR THOMPSON: And think bigger, TRAVIS. My ultimate goal is to make GPI the power source for the entire state. We'll need to get the other Mayor’s and the Govenor on board, but not before we make history by being the first metropolitan city to go green and get off the national power grid.
TRAVIS: (Determined) I understand, Mayor. This is a historic opportunity. I'll ensure that the initial installations are flawless on our end as far the permits and documentation goes. We’ll gather data, conduct surveys, and use the positive feedback to advocate for further expansion.
MAYOR THOMPSON: Excellent. Keep me updated on the progress. And TRAVIS, remember, this is about more than just saving money. It’s about leading the way in sustainable energy.
TRAVIS: Absolutely, Mayor. We’re on the brink of something transformative.
[TRAVIS leaves the office energized and ready to make the GPI project a shining example of innovation and efficiency.]
[Mayor Thompson watches him go, a look of determination on his face. He knows the stakes are high, but the potential rewards are even greater.]
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 57]
[SCENE 7] STAR/TRINITY/TREY: Elementary (8) BEACH HOUSE
[Mom busies herself with last-minute preparations in the kitchen while Star and Trey engage in playful banter.]
MOM (TRINITY):(while working)
Trey, come grab this box for me, please.
TREY:(rolling his eyes)
Mom, I'm only six. I can't be doing all of this heavy lifting.
[Mom responds with a playful threat, causing Trey to comply reluctantly.]
MOM (TRINITY): (cheerfully)
If you don't get over here and grab this box, you might not make it to seven.
[Trey grumbles but eventually grabs the box.]
TREY: (sighing)
What's this for, anyway?
[Mom explains the box's purpose, prompting Trey to glance at Star.]
TREY: (teasing)
You're lucky I'm a nice brother. Other brothers wouldn't be doing all of this.
[Star chuckles and defends her brother, showing their close bond.]
STAR: (laughing) Trey, you're the best little brother in the world, even though you can be annoying.
[Star turns back to her mom, eager for more information about her grandfather's gift.]
STAR: (pleading) Mom, please tell me what GRANDDAD is bringing me from Africa?
[Mom hesitates, teasingly withholding the information, adding to Star's anticipation.]
MOM (TRINITY):(teasingly) All I can say is that it has been in our family for several generations. GRANDDAD said he thinks you will love it.
[The scene is filled with excitement and anticipation as the family prepares for Star's special birthday celebration.]
[END SCENE 7]
INT. BEACH HOUSE - DAY
[Star persists in her conversation with her mom, eager for more details about her grandfather's gift.]
STAR:
(enthusiastically)
Mom, can you please tell me more? Give me a hint. What if I guess it? Will you tell me then?
[Before Mom can respond, the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of Star's Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Leonard with their daughters, Layla and Lauren.]
[Sensing the excitement, Trey bursts out with joy, unable to contain himself.]
TREY:
(excitedly)
Star, it’s Layla and Lauren!
[Star rushes to the door to greet her beloved cousins, momentarily distracted from her quest for information about her grandfather's gift.]
STAR:
(over her shoulder to Mom)
Mom, I have to go, but we have to finish this conversation. I have to know what Granddad is bringing me.
[Mom offers a reassuring smile, promising Star that all will be revealed soon.]
MOM (TRINA):
(reassuringly)
You will know soon enough. Granddad should be here in the next thirty minutes or so.
STAR:
(eagerly)
Really? Can I open it as soon as he gets here?
[Mom gently reminds Star of the protocol for opening presents, prompting Star to reluctantly agree and rush to greet her cousins.]
[Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Leonard enter with Layla and Lauren, adding to the excitement of the gathering.]
STAR:
(excitedly)
Come in, come in!
[Meanwhile, at the airport, Star’s Dad waits anxiously in baggage claim for his father's arrival, unaware of the surprise awaiting him.]
[He reaches for his phone to call, but is startled to hear his father's phone ringing behind him. Turning, he sees his dad approaching with a grand smile, dressed in African attire.]
[END SCENE 8]
[SCENE 13]
[Meanwhile, in the car, Grandfather and Trenton engage in conversation about the music box.]
INT. CAR - DAY
TRENTON
Curiosity piqued, Dad, tell me the story behind that beautiful music box you're giving to Star. What's the story?
GRANDFATHER
Well, first off, this is one of a set. Your great-great-great-grandfather, coincidentally named Trenton, although his first name was David. Story goes he was named after King David from the Bible.
[Trenton smiles, finding a connection to his African roots.]
TRENTON
So, GRANDDAD (Kevin) David made two boxes, one for his wife and one for himself. His box was never found. The story goes that the boxes have hidden compartments in them. I've examined this box and found only a key and what looks like a sealed piece of paper.
TRENTON
What's on the paper?
GRANDFATHER
I don't know. No one has ever broken the seal, so I thought it best not to be the first.
[Trenton expresses his fascination with the mystery of the boxes.]
TRENTON
Wow, that's intriguing.
[Grandfather elaborates, revealing more about the legendary boxes.]
GRANDFATHER
Legend has it there are two gold keys, and in this box is a gold key that doesn't fit anything. The key supposedly goes to the other box, and there's a key in that box that will open this box. I don't know, son, but it was such a beautiful music box that I had to get it for Star.
TRENTON
How much?
GRANDFATHER
How much what?
[Trenton presses for the price.]
TRENTON
How much was the box?
GRANDFATHER
(Trying to evade)
Boy, why are you always in grown folks' business? What does it matter?
[Trenton persists, demanding to know the cost.]
TRENTON
How much, Dad? How much did you spend on the box?
[Grandfather finally relents, revealing the price.]
GRANDFATHER
Mumbles $5,000 dollars.
[Trenton is taken aback by the amount.]
TRENTON
I can't hear you, Dad. It sounds like you said $500.
[Grandfather smiles mischievously.]
GRANDFATHER
Something like that.
[Trenton continues to probe, shocked by the real price.]
TRENTON
Dad, $500? You know that's a lot to spend on an 8-year-old girl's gift.
GRANDFATHER
I knew you would think that. That's why I didn't tell you. So, I know you're going to freak out on the real price.
[Trenton insists on knowing the true cost.]
TRENTON
Real price? What did you pay?
[Grandfather confesses the actual amount.]
GRANDFATHER
Don't freak out, but it was $5,000.
[Trenton is overwhelmed by the revelation.]
TRENTON
(Shocked)
Dad, you spent $5,000 for an 8-year-old?
GRANDFATHER
No, I invested $5,000 in my legacy. Star is a great kid who is responsible.
[Trenton remains stunned by the price.]
TRENTON
Dad, you're always doing the most for these kids.
GRANDFATHER
What's the point of having money if you can't invest in your legacy?
[Trenton is still processing the expense.]
TRENTON
Dang, Dad, that's still a lot of money.
GRANDFATHER
It's an investment that was worth every penny.
[END SCENE 13]
[SCENE 7] STAR/TRINITY/TREY: Elementary (8) BEACH HOUSE
[Mom busies herself with last-minute preparations in the kitchen while Star and Trey engage in playful banter.]
MOM (TRINITY):(while working)
Trey, come grab this box for me, please.
TREY: (rolling his eyes)
Mom, I'm only six. I can't be doing all of this heavy lifting.
[Mom responds with a playful threat, causing Trey to comply reluctantly.]
MOM (TRINITY): (cheerfully)
If you don't get over here and grab this box, you might not make it to seven.
[Trey grumbles but eventually grabs the box.]
TREY: (sighing)
What's this for, anyway?
[Mom explains the box's purpose, prompting Trey to glance at Star.]
TREY: (teasing)
You're lucky I'm a nice brother. Other brothers wouldn't be doing all of this.
[Star chuckles and defends her brother, showing their close bond.]
STAR: (laughing) Trey, you're the best little brother in the world, even though you can be annoying.
[Star turns back to her mom, eager for more information about her grandfather's gift.]
STAR: (pleading) Mom, please tell me what GRANDDAD is bringing me from Africa?
[Mom hesitates, teasingly withholding the information, adding to Star's anticipation.]
MOM (TRINITY):(teasingly) All I can say is that it has been in our family for several generations. GRANDDAD said he thinks you will love it.
[The scene is filled with excitement and anticipation as the family prepares for Star's special birthday celebration.]
[END SCENE 7]
[SCENE 64] JAZMINE/STAR/TREY COLLEGE (22) UNIVERSITY CAMPUS
[EXT. HBCU UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - DAY]
[Star, Jaz, and Trey stroll through the vibrant campus, soaking in the energy and excitement of their surroundings.]
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Excitedly) Hey guys, would you like to take a tour of the campus before we head back to get ready for dinner?
STAR: (Enthusiastic) Sure, that sounds like a great idea! We can swing by the African-American Studies department, and I can finally meet your mom.
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Smiling) You're eager to meet my mom, huh? You're such a fan.
STAR: (Playfully) Not any more than you are for Trey.
[The girls share a laugh as Trey joins in, looking a bit confused.]
TREY: (Confused) What's so funny? Why are you laughing?
STAR: (Teasingly) Oh, just teasing you a bit.
TREY: (Surprised) Me? What did I do?
STAR: (Grinning) Nothing, really. We were just talking about taking a campus tour with Jaz.
TREY: (Excited) Yeah, let's do it! Can we swing by the Omega house?
STAR: (Chuckling) Omega? Dad and KEVIN-GRANDAD were both Alphas, you know.
TREY: (Defensive) I know, I know. I just thought it'd be cool to check out something different.
STAR: (Reflective) You know, breaking tradition, like how I chose Howard instead of Spelman like Mom.
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Curious) Did your mom pledge?
STAR: (Confirming) Yep, she's an AKA, just like my grandma.
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Realization) Ah, I see. So, you're a legacy.
STAR: (Nodding) Yeah, technically. But I've been thinking about not pledging at all.
TREY: (Shocked) What? Why not?
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Surprised) Star, you'd be missing out on so much—the sisterhood, the network, the history, the value!
STAR:(Contemplative) I know, but I've been weighing my options. I want to make my own path.
TREY: (Acknowledging) That's fair. It's important to do what feels right for you.
TREY: (Eager) Alright, let's get this tour started. I want to see everything before dinner.
[The trio continues their exploration of the campus, filled with anticipation for the adventures that await them at Howard University.]
[END SCENE 64]
[SCENE 7] STAR/TRINITY/TREY: Elementary (8) BEACH HOUSE
[Mom busies herself with last-minute preparations in the kitchen while Star and Trey engage in playful banter.]
MOM (TRINITY): (while working)
Trey, come grab this box for me, please.
TREY:(rolling his eyes)
Mom, I'm only six. I can't be doing all of this heavy lifting.
[Mom responds with a playful threat, causing Trey to comply reluctantly.]
MOM (TRINITY): (cheerfully)
If you don't get over here and grab this box, you might not make it to seven.
[Trey grumbles but eventually grabs the box.]
TREY: (sighing)
What's this for, anyway?
[Mom explains the box's purpose, prompting Trey to glance at Star.]
TREY: (teasing)
You're lucky I'm a nice brother. Other brothers wouldn't be doing all of this.
[Star chuckles and defends her brother, showing their close bond.]
STAR: (laughing) Trey, you're the best little brother in the world, even though you can be annoying.
[Star turns back to her mom, eager for more information about her grandfather's gift.]
STAR: (pleading) Mom, please tell me what GRANDDAD is bringing me from Africa?
[Mom hesitates, teasingly withholding the information, adding to Star's anticipation.]
MOM (TRINITY):(teasingly) All I can say is that it has been in our family for several generations. GRANDDAD said he thinks you will love it.
[The scene is filled with excitement and anticipation as the family prepares for Star's special birthday celebration.]
[END SCENE 7]
[SCENE 9] STAR/AUNT JENNIFER/UNCLE LEONARD/TREY: Elementary (8) BEACH HOUSE
(Back at the House)
[Aunt Jennifer warmly greets Star on her special day.]
AUNT JENNIFER:(enthusiastically)
What’s up, Star? You're turning eight today!
[She moves in for a hug, but Trey beats her to it, his excitement palpable. Aunt Jennifer and Trey share a special bond as they have the same birthday.]
STAR:(chidingly)
Trey, manners! You nearly knocked Aunt Jennifer down.
[Aunt Jennifer reassures Star, brushing off the incident with a smile.]
AUNT JENNIFER:(reassuringly)
It's fine, Star. Come over here and hug me.
[Meanwhile, Uncle Leonard proposes a task for Trey, hoping to keep him occupied.]
UNCLE LEONARD: (turning to Trey)
[Uncle Leonard offers a playful incentive, prompting Trey to accept the task)
Hey, why don’t you come here and help me get the bags out of the car? It might be a nice reward for you.
TREY: Ugh! Did you say reward?
[Trey, initially frustrated, perks up at the mention of a potential reward.]
AUNT JENIFFER:(Hugs Stars affectionately) So, Star, how have you been?
STAR: Good! (As she hugs Aunt Jennifer) I missed you, Aunt Jennifer.
AUNT JENIFFER: I miss you too. It’s been a few months since I saw you last. Wow, you’re turning eight today. You are growing up so fast.
TREY: (Walks by and tugs on Star dress.)
STAR: (With irritation) Trey, I am gonna get you! (As she breaks the hug and rushes toward Trey)
UNCLE LEONARD: Trey, are you coming?
TREY: (eagerly) Dang, fine. There have to be laws against all of this child labor. I mean, free child labor. ( As he runs out of the house.)
STAR: Stops her pursuit and heads towards the kitchen
UNCLE LEONARD: (teasingly)
Come on, who knows, there might be a game in it for you
TREY: (sarcastically) I heard a reward and a game. (As he rushes past Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Leonard, trying to escape Star.)
UNCLE LEONARD: (teasingly) When did you hear that?
[Trey dashes off to retrieve the bags, leaving Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Leonard to enter the house.]
[Meanwhile, at the airport, Star’s Dad waits anxiously in baggage claim for his father's arrival, unaware of the surprise awaiting him.]
[He reaches for his phone to call but is startled to hear his father's phone ringing behind him. Turning, he sees his dad, dressed in African clothes, approaching with a grand smile.]
END SCENE 9
[SCENE 24]-TRAVEL : ANCIENT NUBIA
[FADE OUT]
CUT
EXT. ANCIENT NUBIA - PALACE COURTYARD - DAY
[The scorching sun beats down on the vast expanse of the Nubian desert as PRINCE HEQANEFER, adorned in lavish attire, approaches the imposing structure of the Egyptian palace. He carries a trove of precious treasures as a tribute to the mighty Pharaoh.]
PRINCE HEQANEFER: (bowing respectfully) Great Pharaoh, I bring offerings from the land of Kush as a token of our allegiance.
[A procession of Egyptian guards, led by the stern VIZIER, ushers Heqanefor into the palace, where the atmosphere is heavy with the scent of incense and the echoes of ancient rituals.]
VIZIER: (addressing the Pharaoh) Your Majesty, the Nubian prince Heqanefor has arrived bearing tribute from the southern lands.
[Young yet regal, PHARAOH TUTANKHAMUN sits upon his throne, surrounded by courtiers and advisors. His gaze pierces through the hall's grandeur, settling upon the offerings brought forth by Heqanefor.]
PHARAOH TUTANKHAMUN: (intrigued) What treasures have you brought from the land of Kush, Prince Heqanefer?
PRINCE HEQANEFER: (unfurling a richly embroidered tapestry) Your Majesty, these are but a glimpse of the wealth and splendor of our kingdom. Gold, ivory, and precious gems from the heart of Nubia are offered to honor our allegiance to Egypt.
[Tutankhamun nods in approval, his youthful features betraying a hint of satisfaction.]
PHARAOH TUTANKHAMUN: (gesturing towards the gifts) Your generosity is noted, Prince Heqanefer. Let our alliance endure for eternity, bound by the riches of the Nile.
[As Heqanefer bows again, the camera captures the intricate details of the exchange, symbolizing the complex relationship between Egypt and Kush during this tumultuous era. And amidst the opulence of the palace, the bonds of diplomacy are forged, shaping the destiny of nations.] [END SCENE 24]
[SCENE 89] STAR/TREY/JAZMINE/MALIK COLLEGE (18) UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - PIZZERIA
CUT TO:
INT. PIZZERIA - EARLY EVENING
The pizzeria is alive with the hum of conversation and the clatter of dishes. Trey, Star, and Jaz step inside, their faces reflecting the day's excitement. They select a cozy corner booth, settling into the comfortable seats as the enticing aroma of freshly baked pizza wafts through the air.
TREY:(Lightheartedly) Alright, who’s ready for some well-deserved pizza?
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Laughing) I am so ready. Today has been a whirlwind!
STAR: (Smiling) It really has. I still can't believe everything that happened.
A waitress approaches their table with menus, and they quickly place their orders. As they wait for their food, their conversation flows effortlessly, each story punctuated with laughter and animated expressions.
WAITRESS: Good evening! Here are your menus. Can I get you started with something to drink?
TREY: I will have a sweet tea.
STAR: I will have a lemonade.
JAZMINE (JAZ): I will have a sparkling water with Lime.
WAITRESS: Great choices! I'll be right back with those. Take your time with the menu.
[She hands them the menus and walks away. Trey, Jaz and Star glance at their options, but their focus quickly shifts back to each other.]
TREY: So, Star, tell us more about that scroll. What did Professor Wright say?
STAR: (Smiling mischievously) Jaz, your mom is the truth she was very helpful in decoding the scroll. Oh, you won't believe it. Turns out the scroll has some type of magic and it is some type of portal. It’s written in Aramaic and contains a warning.
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Excitedly) That’s incredible! What does the warning say?
STAR: I haven't deciphered everything yet, but it hints at advanced technologies and possible time travel. I feel like I'm on the brink of a major discovery.
WAITRESS: Here are your drinks. Have you decided on your meals?
STAR: Yes, I’ll take your classic Pepperoni Slice.
JAZ: Interrupts what if just ordered a Large Pizza instead of individual slices?
STAR: Looks around for a consensus, Half Cheese half classic Pepperoni?
TREY: Sounds good to me, I am not picky.
TREY: (Grinning) Sounds like we’re going places.
Everyone bursts into laughter, the camaraderie deepening with each shared moment.
JAZMINE (JAZ): I can’t wait to see where this takes you literally, Star. You’re going to make history.
STAR: (Touched) Thanks, Jaz. Your support means everything.
15 minutes later
WAITRESS: Here you go! Enjoy your meal.
TREY: (Teasingly) By the way, Star, you still haven’t told us much about Malik. Spill the beans!
STAR: (Blushing) He seems nice. We just met, but there’s something about him... I can't quite explain it.
JAZMINE (JAZ): (Supportively) Well, if he’s anything like what your smiles hints too,, he must be pretty amazing.He’s soft on the eyes as well.
TREY: Hey, what do you mean soft on the eye’s I am right here. Did you forget?
STAR: (Grinning) We’ll see. Right now, I’m just focusing on the adventure in front of me.
JAZMINE (JAZ): No, I didn’t forget about you. I am just saying that he is good looking. Truth is truth!
The door of the pizzeria swings open, and Malik steps inside, his eyes scanning the room. He spots Star and her friends and hesitates for a moment before making his way over to their booth.
MALIK: (Hesitantly) Hey, Star,Trey and um Jaz. Sorry, I am late. I had to get our booth secured before I could come. Can I sit here? (Pointing to a seat next Star)
STAR: (Surprised but pleased) Malik! Of course, have a seat.
Malik slides into the booth next to Star, greeted with friendly nods and smiles from Trey and Jaz.
WAITRESS: Good evening! Here’s a menus. Can I get you started with something to drink?
MALIK: I will take a Sweet tea, little ice and two lemon wedges.
WAITRESS: Would that be all?
MALIK: Um, I would like to order a slice of your double cheese and slice of your veggie supreme.
STAR: You could ate off of our pizza.
WAITRESS: Great choices! I'll be right back with that.
MALIK: I didn’t know, besides I was late. (Smiling) thanks for the offer.
TREY: (Lightheartedly) So, you must be the famous Malik. We’ve heard a lot about you.
MALIK: (Laughing) All good things, I hope.
JAZMINE (JAZ): Definitely. Star’s been quite intrigued by your encounters.
STAR: (Playfully) Okay, okay, don’t embarrass me. I told you we just met.
WAITRESS: Here’s your sweet tea, your slices will be out shortly.
MALIK: Thanks
MALIK: (Grinning) I’m intrigued too. It feels like our paths were meant to cross. I feel like I have known you or we met before, something..about you is super familiar.
TREY: (Smiling) Well, you’re welcome to join us on this adventure. It sounds like things are about to get pretty interesting.
WAITRESS: Here’s your slices, will that be all?
MALIK: Thank you, yes that will be all.
STAR: This place has the best pizza. I'm so glad we ended up here tonight.
JAZ: Absolutely! And it's even better with great company.
TREY: Definitely. Today has been one for the books.
[MALIK laughs, fitting seamlessly into the lively conversation. He shares a story, animated and engaging, drawing everyone in.]
MALIK: You know, I once tried to make pizza from scratch. Let's just say it didn't quite turn out like this.
STAR: (Laughing) What happened?
MALIK: I somehow managed to burn the crust and undercook the toppings. It was a culinary disaster.
[Everyone laughs, the sound blending with the background hum of the pizzeria.]
JAZ: Well, you're in the right place tonight. Leave the pizza making to the experts.
TREY: Speaking of experts, Malik, your insights on renewable energy were fascinating. How did you get into that field?
MALIK: It started in grade school. My best friend Malcolm and I has always been passionate about sustainability and wanted to make a difference. Seeing the impact we can have by changing how we produce and consume energy keeps me motivated. Malcolm was the reason that I ran into you, Star.
STAR: Really, I guess I need to thank Malcolm… That's incredible. It's inspiring to see someone so dedicated to making a positive change.
[MALIK smiles, humbled by the praise. The conversation flows effortlessly, each person contributing stories and ideas, their camaraderie growing stronger.]
JAZ: Today has been amazing. Exploring the campus and meeting new people feels like the start of something special.
STAR: Definitely. And having Malik here just added to the adventure.
TREY: Agreed. Here's to many more days like this.
[They raise their glasses in a toast, festive and light mood. The pizzeria's warm environment is the perfect backdrop to their vibrant discussion, each moment adding to their unforgettable day.]
MALIK: Cheers to that. I'm looking forward to seeing where this journey takes us. (Turning toward Star as he says where this journey takes us.)
[They clink their glasses together, their bond solidifying with each shared laugh and story.]
[FADE OUT.]
[As the scene fades, the pizzeria symbolizes the night's joy and connection, a memory that will linger in their hearts as they continue their journey together.]
FADE OUT. [END SCENE 89]
INT. PALACE CARRIAGE - DAY - TRAVEL - LONDON ENGLAND 1500’s
QUEEN CHARLOTTE (50s, regal but with a spark of mischief in her eyes) sits opposite her LADY-IN-WAITING, BEATRICE. The carriage rattles along the cobblestone streets of London. Charlotte steals a glance out the window, a flicker of longing crossing her face.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (murmuring) A beautiful day for a ride, wouldn't you say, Beatrice?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: (startled) Indeed, Your Majesty. Though perhaps a little brisk for a gown of such delicate lace.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(a half smile) One must endure some discomfort for the sake of appearances, mustn't we?
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE glances nervously out the carriage window, fearing passersby might overhear the Queen's pronouncements.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, what if someone hears you?
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (a sly smile) Beatrice, can a queen not dream of being somewhere else other than a palace or this carriage? Many may find it unroyal, but dreams are open to everyone.
LADY-IN-WAITING BEATRICE: Your Majesty, you are so right. Dreams are open to everyone.
(She continues looking out the carriage window in silence.)
LATER THAT DAY
INT. PALACE STUDY - DAY
Charlotte sits at her desk, surrounded by stacks of petitions and reports. A bust of a stern-faced KING GEORGE III (50s, already showing signs of mental illness) gazes down from a nearby shelf.
A young, idealistic MAN enters, his eyes wide with nervous excitement.
BUTLER MAN: Your Majesty, I come bearing news from the abolitionist movement.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(raising an eyebrow) Do tell, Mr...?
BUTLER MAN: William Wilberforce, Your Majesty. Charlotte gestures for him to sit.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Mr. Wilberforce, your stance on slavery is well-known. But you must understand, the Crown cannot openly endorse such a... divisive issue.
WILBERFORCE: (passionately)Divisive, Your Majesty? The trade in human lives is an abomination! Surely, with your influence...
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (interrupting gently) My influence lies in a delicate dance, Mr. Wilberforce. Pushing too hard could incite chaos. However, whispers can be just as powerful.
(Charlotte leans forward, her gaze intense.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(cont.) Tell me, Mr. Wilberforce, how can we make the whispers against slavery a deafening roar?
WILBERFORCE: Your Majesty, let me work on that whisper.
He stands, bows, thanks Queen Charlotte, and leaves the study.
LATER THAT NIGHT
INT. GRAND BALLROOM - NIGHT
A dazzling spectacle unfolds. Charlotte, a vision in diamonds and silk, greets dignitaries. But her eyes scan the room, searching. Guests in elaborate attire mingle, gossip buzzing like angry bees.
(Suddenly, she spots a group of ladies, the bluestockings – intellectuals shunned by some for their thirst for knowledge. They exchange a subtle nod.
She walks through and encounters some ladies discussing various topics, standing with a strained smile on her face.)
LADY ASHFORD: (whispering) Have you heard? The Duke is entertaining... questionable company again.
LADY CRAVEN: (clutching her pearls) Shocking! But one can't expect much from those with... foreign blood.
(Charlotte's smile vanishes for a moment. Amara appears behind her, discreetly offering a glass of champagne.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (taking the glass) Thank you, Amara.
LADY CRAVEN: (leaning in) Forgive my rudeness, Your Majesty, but whispers abound. Is it true you have... African ancestry?
(Charlotte meets her gaze with intense coolness and then smiles with pride before she speaks)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: My lineage is a tapestry woven from many threads. But a queen is judged by her actions, not her blood.
She takes a sip of champagne, the taste bitter on her tongue.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) Speaking of actions, have you ladies seen the latest reports on the slave trade? The conditions are barbaric.
LADY ASHFORD: (frowning) But surely, Your Majesty, the colonies need a strong workforce.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: There is a difference between workforce and human chattel. Perhaps we should explore alternative solutions? Education, perhaps?
Charlotte's words hang in the air, met with nervous glances.
LATER
Queen Charlotte sits in a secluded corner with two of the bluestockings, discussing philosophy. They weave conversations about human rights and freedom into their seemingly harmless discourse.
INT. QUEEN'S PRIVATE CHAMBER - NIGHT
(Charlotte removes her heavy jewels, revealing a weariness beneath the facade. A painting of a young, vibrant woman with African features hangs on the wall. Charlotte sits alone, a book on abolitionism open on her lap. Amara enters with a worried expression.)
AMARA: Word of your comments at the party has reached the King. He is not pleased.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE:(rising) Of course not. But change will not come from silence.
AMARA: You are a beacon, Your Majesty. But a single candle can be easily snuffed out.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: Then perhaps I need to find a way to light more candles.
(Charlotte walks to the window, gazing out at the moonlit gardens.)
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (cont'd) There are ways to influence the world without a crown. Ways that leave a mark on history, even if it goes unseen.
AMARA leaves the chamber. Charlotte sits there in silence, contemplating. She looks at the painting on the wall.
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: (to the painting) Mother, they see only the queen they wish to see. But you know the girl who arrived here, alone and afraid.
FADE OUT.
[END SCENE 78]
[SCENE 28] STAR/BRANDON/STUDENT 1-3/YOUNG BOY: HIGHSCHOOL (17) HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY
SENIOR YEAR
INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY: DAY
Star walks through the bustling hallway, overhearing a conversation between students.
STUDENT 1: Did you catch that video about Dr. John Henrik Clark? He was dropping some profound knowledge about African history.
STUDENT 2: He talked about how everything originated in Africa, mentioning the Kush Kingdom and Egypt.
STUDENT 3: (jokingly) Kush? Isn't that what some of the homies call weed?
Star pauses, intrigued by the conversation. She turns to the students.
STAR: Excuse me, what was the name of that author again?
Brandon, one of the students, turns to Star with a grin.
BRANDON: Hey, Star! You look good today. Almost like a Kushite or Egyptian Queen. You know, I wouldn't hesitate to make you my queen.
STAR: (playfully) Brandon, you flatter me. But you're forgetting a few things:
You're a sophomore, and besides, I've known you since you were 7.
You're Trey's friend. And Trey's my little brother.
We might be cousins.
BRANDON: (with a smirk) Hey, I'm not afraid of kissing cousins, if you know what I mean.
STAR: (laughing) Boy, stop playing. What was the name of the author you mentioned?
BRANDON: Dr. John Henrik Clark. He's a professor of African and Black American History. Dropping gems like your KEVIN-GRANDAD.
[In the distance, a group of boys call out to Brandon.]
YOUNG BOY: Brandon, let's go! Practice is starting.
BRANDON: (calling back) Coming! Sorry, Star, gotta run.
STAR: No problem. Thanks, Brandon.
As Brandon rushes off, Star can't help but smile at the playful banter. She quickly jots down the author's name in her notebook.
STAR: (to herself) Dr. John Henrik Clark... I wonder what school he teaches at.
(The bell rings, signaling the start of class.)
STAR: (rushing) Oh no, I'm going to be late for Social Studies again!
Star hurries down the hall, determined to make it to class on time.
[END SCENE 28]
[SCENE 32] MALIK/MALCOLM/RICHARD/SHARON/DAVID: HIGHSCHOOL (15) - HIGHEND HOME- LIVING ROOM
INT. MALCOLM’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON
[Malik and Richard arrive at Malcolm’s house, brimming with excitement to tell Malcolm and his parents the great news. Mrs. Little opens the door, inviting them in.]
MRS. LITTLE (SHARON): Come in, Malik and Richard. What’s going on?
[Malik wastes no time in sharing his thrilling news about GreenPower International securing its first contract to power the new addition of their high school.]
MALIK: I have some amazing news. We just landed a trial contract to provide our high school with a green power solution.
MRS. LITTLE (SHARON): Wow, that’s great! However, Malcolm will not be able to be a part of it.
[The mood shifts when it's revealed that Malcolm will be unable to continue working on the project due to his family's impending move to Germany.]
MALIK: Ms. Little, we've been working on this for a long time. Now that we finally launched it, you're telling me that Malcolm can no longer be a part of it?
[Malik turns to his father, seeking guidance on what to do next.]
MALIK: Dad, what now? What do we do?
RICHARD: Malcolm, what do you want to do about the business? Do you want to sell it or just receive royalties from it?
[Malcolm, feeling torn, expresses his desire to continue working on the project.]
MALCOLM: Mr. Smith, I always thought that Malik and I would run this together.
[Mr. Little enters the room, joining the conversation.]
MR. LITTLE(DAVID): Hey, Richard, what's going on? Why so serious?
[As Mr. Little joins the conversation, the weight of the decision hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the once jubilant mood.]
RICHARD: David, the boys have an amazing opportunity in front of them; they got their first customer for their GreenEnergy device.
DAVID: What? When? That is amazing! So why so serious?
MALCOLM: (Frustrated) Mom said we are moving to Germany because of your job! This sucks.
RICHARD: To answer your question, David, the boys thought they would continue as business partners and work on this together.
DAVID: I see, but maybe they can?
RICHARD, MALIK, and MALCOLM: (Listening intently)
DAVID: Maybe Malcolm can stay here with you all...
Before he could finish, Sharon pipes in.
SHARON: Not going to happen. Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.
[Malcolm looks frustrated and disgusted.]
DAVID: (He walks over to Malcolm and mouths, "I tried." (I'm looking to cheer him up.)
Malcolm, I am sorry. Besides, it’s not like we are leaving tomorrow.
RICHARD: David and Sharon, can we talk about this?
[They walk into the other room out of earshot of the boys and talk.]
SHARON: Yeah, as long as it has nothing to do with leaving Malcolm here. Not going to happen. David, I can’t believe you were going to suggest something like that.
DAVID: (Catches Sharon’s disapproving look and stops mid-flow)
No, I wasn’t thinking permanently. Just to the end of... Forget it.
RICHARD: I am open to suggestions.
SHARON: How about a buyout? It will give Malcolm some money to put toward college.
RICHARD: (Thinks about it for a moment.) I am good with that. Let’s go talk to the boys.
[They walk back into the room.]
SHARON: Malcolm, would you oppose selling your portion of the business?
MALCOLM:(Looking disappointed) I don’t know.
RICHARD: Malcolm, it would be a fair offer if you were willing to sell it.
MALCOLM: (Malcolm thinks about it more and looks at Malik before deciding.)
That's fine with me, Mr. Smith. What’s a fair offer?
RICHARD: Okay, Malcolm. Can you gather all of the plans, drawings, and anything related to the GPI system?
MALCOLM: Sure, give me a moment.
[Malcolm leaves to gather the requested materials while Richard prepares to finalize the buyout.]
MALCOLM:(Returning) Here are the materials.
[As Malcolm hands over the plans, Richard pulls out his checkbook and begins writing a check.]
RICHARD: Malcolm, thank you for all the hard work and dedication you've put into this project. Consider this a gesture of appreciation.
MALCOLM: Um, um, this is too much. You must have made a mistake. This is not half. This is more than what we have in contracts. This is for $5 million. Are you sure?
DAVID: Are you sure, Richard? That’s a lot of money!
RICHARD: Thank you for all your hard work and dedication to this project. Consider this a gesture of appreciation. (Look to David and Sharon.) They have been working on this for years. It’s the least we can do, and I think it is a fair offer.
MALIK: (Grinning) It looks like you hit the jackpot, Malcolm.
MALIK: (looking at his dad) Um, where's my advance for all those years?
RICHARD: (Laughing) You have me as a partner now, so you're sure to do well. Malik. You've got me backing you up now.
MALIK: Dad, you have always been backing me.
RICHARD: Now, I am partnering with you, that’s your advance.
[David and Sharon Little express their gratitude, and Malcolm walks over and gives Malik and Richard Smith a huge hug.]
RICHARD: You both deserve it. Now, let's focus on the future and make GreenPower International a success.
[Malcolm, still processing the unexpected windfall, nods in agreement, while Malik beams with excitement at the prospect of what lies ahead.]
(With the buyout settled and Malcolm's departure imminent, the trio set their sights on the future, eager to build upon the foundation they had laid together. As they embraced the challenges and opportunities ahead, Malik couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of partnering with his father and taking GreenPower International to new heights.)
MALIK: When are you leaving for Germany?
DAVID: We are leaving in 2 weeks.
MALIK: Okay, Malcolm, we have much to do before you leave the country.
MALCOLM: Mom & Dad, can I go over to Malik’s?
DAVID: Sure, don’t be out to late.
MALCOLM: Thanks. I will be back in a couple of hours before curfew.
SHARON: Curfew is 11:00PM not 11:01
MALCOLM: I know I will be back way before then, by 10:00PM
(Malik, Richard and Malcolm leave.)
LATER THAT EVENING - IN THE LITTLE'S LIVING ROOM
[Sharon comes in with a letter.]
SHARON: Look at this letter. It was in the mail. It looks like your dad left you some land here in Georgia and Africa.
DAVID: What? When, how? My dad has been dead for over 10 years. This doesn’t make sense.
SHARON: According to the letter, this company has been looking for you. David, this doesn’t make sense. We have been living here for over 15 years. Do you think this is a scam?
DAVID: I don’t know. I will look into it in the morning.
SHARON: Babe, something is telling me it’s real. Look at this line, they have Malcolm listed.
DAVID: It says that if they can find me, he will get it all I will look into it. Wait, they said we have 100 hectares in South West Africa, passed down from my great-great-grandfather. Strangely, my dad never talked about his grandfather. He said he never even met him. This is strange.
SHARON: I agree. So, what are we going to do with Malcolm’s money? We can’t let a 16-year-old boy have access to that much money at one time.
DAVID: Yeah, you’re right. We both know Malcolm can get obsessive about things. Before he met Malik, he was obsessed with finding four-leaf clovers. (They laugh)
SHARON: It was bad. He was going into all the neighbors' yards with a magnifying glass and ended up burning a big hole in Mr. Johnson's front yard, That was a disaster, Mr. Johnson was hot. Remember, babe, we had to pay to redo Mr. Johnson’s front yard.
DAVID: Yeah!! I do remember, he was like 6 or 7 then. Malcolm can be a little impulsive and destructive without something to focus on.
SHARON: I am actually a little concerned now since he doesn’t have GPI to focus on…
DAVID: Me too. I think we need to put this money into a trust that he can’t access until he turns 21. Then he can only get a million, and when he turns 31, he can get 2 million, and when he turns 36, he can get it all.
SHARON: I like the idea. Why those ages?
DAVID: Well, Malik and Malcolm were doing some research on the brain before they landed on green power. One of the papers they reviewed said the male brain is not fully developed until after 30. Any decision made before then would be made with half a brain.
SHARON: (Laughing) That makes sense. I met you at 20, and boy, did you do and say some dumb stuff back then.
DAVID: Now I have a valid reason for my missteps. I was working with half a brain.
[They both laugh and the scene ends.]
[END SCENE 32]
[SCENE 32] MALIK/MALCOLM/RICHARD/SHARON/DAVID: HIGHSCHOOL (15) - HIGHEND HOME- LIVING ROOM
INT. MALCOLM’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON
[Malik and Richard arrive at Malcolm’s house, brimming with excitement to tell Malcolm and his parents the great news. Mrs. Little opens the door, inviting them in.]
MRS. LITTLE (SHARON): Come in, Malik and Richard. What’s going on?
[Malik wastes no time in sharing his thrilling news about GreenPower International securing its first contract to power the new addition of their high school.]
MALIK: I have some amazing news. We just landed a trial contract to provide our high school with a green power solution.
MRS. LITTLE (SHARON): Wow, that’s great! However, Malcolm will not be able to be a part of it.
[The mood shifts when it's revealed that Malcolm will be unable to continue working on the project due to his family's impending move to Germany.]
MALIK: Ms. Little, we've been working on this for a long time. Now that we finally launched it, you're telling me that Malcolm can no longer be a part of it?
[Malik turns to his father, seeking guidance on what to do next.]
MALIK: Dad, what now? What do we do?
RICHARD: Malcolm, what do you want to do about the business? Do you want to sell it or just receive royalties from it?
[Malcolm, feeling torn, expresses his desire to continue working on the project.]
MALCOLM: Mr. Smith, I always thought that Malik and I would run this together.
[Mr. Little enters the room, joining the conversation.]
MR. LITTLE(DAVID): Hey, Richard, what's going on? Why so serious?
[As Mr. Little joins the conversation, the weight of the decision hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the once jubilant mood.]
RICHARD: David, the boys have an amazing opportunity in front of them; they got their first customer for their Green Energy device.
DAVID: What? When? That is amazing! So why so serious?
MALCOLM: (Frustrated) Mom said we are moving to Germany because of your job! This sucks.
RICHARD: To answer your question, David, the boys thought they would continue as business partners and work on this together.
DAVID: I see, but maybe they can?
RICHARD, MALIK, and MALCOLM: (Listening intently)
DAVID: Maybe Malcolm can stay here with you all...
Before he could finish, Sharon pipes in.
SHARON: Not going to happen. Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.
[Malcolm looks frustrated and disgusted.]
DAVID: (He walks over to Malcolm and mouths, "I tried." (I'm looking to cheer him up.)
Malcolm, I am sorry. Besides, it’s not like we are leaving tomorrow.
RICHARD: David and Sharon, can we talk about this?
[They walk into the other room out of earshot of the boys and talk.]
SHARON: Yeah, as long as it has nothing to do with leaving Malcolm here. Not going to happen. David, I can’t believe you were going to suggest something like that.
DAVID: (Catches Sharon’s disapproving look and stops mid-flow)
No, I wasn’t thinking permanently. Just to the end of... Forget it.
RICHARD: I am open to suggestions.
SHARON: How about a buyout? It will give Malcolm some money to put toward college.
RICHARD: (Thinks about it for a moment.) I am good with that. Let’s go talk to the boys.
[They walk back into the room.]
SHARON: Malcolm, would you oppose selling your portion of the business?
MALCOLM:(Looking disappointed) I don’t know.
RICHARD: Malcolm, it would be a fair offer if you were willing to sell it.
MALCOLM: (Malcolm thinks about it more and looks at Malik before deciding.)
That's fine with me, Mr. Smith. What’s a fair offer?
RICHARD: Okay, Malcolm. Can you gather all of the plans, drawings, and anything related to the GPI system?
MALCOLM: Sure, give me a moment.
[Malcolm leaves to gather the requested materials while Richard prepares to finalize the buyout.]
MALCOLM:(Returning) Here are the materials.
[As Malcolm hands over the plans, Richard pulls out his checkbook and begins writing a check.]
RICHARD: Malcolm, thank you for all the hard work and dedication you've put into this project. Consider this a gesture of appreciation.
MALCOLM: Um, um, this is too much. You must have made a mistake. This is not half. This is more than what we have in contracts. This is for $5 million. Are you sure?
DAVID: Are you sure, Richard? That’s a lot of money!
RICHARD: Thank you for all your hard work and dedication to this project. Consider this a gesture of appreciation. (Look to David and Sharon.) They have been working on this for years. It’s the least we can do, and I think it is a fair offer.
MALIK: (Grinning) It looks like you hit the jackpot, Malcolm.
MALIK: (looking at his dad) Um, where's my advance for all those years?
RICHARD: (Laughing) You have me as a partner now, so you're sure to do well. Malik. You've got me backing you up now.
MALIK: Dad, you have always been backing me.
RICHARD: Now, I am partnering with you, that’s your advance.
[David and Sharon Little express their gratitude, and Malcolm walks over and gives Malik and Richard Smith a huge hug.]
RICHARD: You both deserve it. Now, let's focus on the future and make Green Power International a success.
[Malcolm, still processing the unexpected windfall, nods in agreement, while Malik beams with excitement at the prospect of what lies ahead.]
(With the buyout settled and Malcolm's departure imminent, the trio set their sights on the future, eager to build upon the foundation they had laid together. As they embraced the challenges and opportunities ahead, Malik couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of partnering with his father and taking Green Power International to new heights.)
MALIK: When are you leaving for Germany?
DAVID: We are leaving in 2 weeks.
MALIK: Okay, Malcolm, we have much to do before you leave the country.
MALCOLM: Mom & Dad, can I go over to Malik’s?
DAVID: Sure, don’t be out to late.
MALCOLM: Thanks. I will be back in a couple of hours before curfew.
SHARON: Curfew is 11:00PM not 11:01
MALCOLM: I know I will be back way before then, by 10:00PM
(Malik, Richard and Malcolm leave.)
LATER THAT EVENING - IN THE LITTLE'S LIVING ROOM
[Sharon comes in with a letter.]
SHARON: Look at this letter. It was in the mail. It looks like your dad left you some land here in Georgia and Africa.
DAVID: What? When, how? My dad has been dead for over 10 years. This doesn’t make sense.
SHARON: According to the letter, this company has been looking for you. David, this doesn’t make sense. We have been living here for over 15 years. Do you think this is a scam?
DAVID: I don’t know. I will look into it in the morning.
SHARON: Babe, something is telling me it’s real. Look at this line, they have Malcolm listed.
DAVID: It says that if they can find me, he will get it all I will look into it. Wait, they said we have 100 hectares in South West Africa, passed down from my great-great-grandfather. Strangely, my dad never talked about his grandfather. He said he never even met him. This is strange.
SHARON: I agree. So, what are we going to do with Malcolm’s money? We can’t let a 16-year-old boy have access to that much money at one time.
DAVID: Yeah, you’re right. We both know Malcolm can get obsessive about things. Before he met Malik, he was obsessed with finding four-leaf clovers. (They laugh)
SHARON: It was bad. He was going into all the neighbors' yards with a magnifying glass and ended up burning a big hole in Mr. Johnson's front yard, That was a disaster, Mr. Johnson was hot. Remember, babe, we had to pay to redo Mr. Johnson’s front yard.
DAVID: Yeah!! I do remember, he was like 6 or 7 then. Malcolm can be a little impulsive and destructive without something to focus on.
SHARON: I am actually a little concerned now since he doesn’t have GPI to focus on…
DAVID: Me too. I think we need to put this money into a trust that he can’t access until he turns 21. Then he can only get a million, and when he turns 31, he can get 2 million, and when he turns 36, he can get it all.
SHARON: I like the idea. Why those ages?
DAVID: Well, Malik and Malcolm were doing some research on the brain before they landed on green power. One of the papers they reviewed said the male brain is not fully developed until after 30. Any decision made before then would be made with half a brain.
SHARON:(Laughing) That makes sense. I met you at 20, and boy, did you do and say some dumb stuff back then.
DAVID: Now I have a valid reason for my missteps. I was working with half a brain.
[They both laugh and the scene ends.]
[END SCENE 32]
[SCENE 39] SHADOWY FIGURE/MARCUS (25) OFFICE BUILDING
INT. SHADOWY FIGURES HOUSE - STUDY - NIGHT
[The camera opens to a dimly lit study filled with old manuscripts, books, and maps spread across a large wooden desk. The camera slowly pans over to five distinct artifacts: a music box, a watch box, a scroll, and two ornate keys. The caption reads: "With these, one can travel to any time and place." A shadowy figure, whose face is never shown, is poring over the documents, whispering to himself in a distorted voice.]
SHADOWY FIGURE: That’s it... I’ve finally found it...
[Suddenly, a phone rings, interrupting the figure’s concentration. The shadowy figure answers the phone, the camera focusing on the artifacts.]
SHADOWY FIGURE: Yes?
MARCUS (V.O.): A box, similar to what you described, is due to be delivered to the bookstore owned by Mr. Keys, where you have Simone working. Sir, what would you like for me to do?
SHADOWY FIGURE: Marcus, do nothing. Just follow the person who buys it.
MARCUS (V.O.): When should we take the box?
SHADOWY FIGURE: Don't worry about that. I am not paying you for that. I am paying you to do what I ask. Stop asking so many questions. Tomorrow, get to the bookstore early to watch for the delivery of the box and follow the person that buys it. That is it. Do you understand me, Marcus?
MARCUS (V.O.): Yes, sir.
SHADOWY FIGURE: (With a stern tone) Marcus, do nothing but watch. I mean it.
MARCUS (V.O.): Yes, sir.
[The phone hangs up abruptly.] Marcus, still on the line, looks confused.]
MARCUS: Sir? Are you there?
[The screen fades to black.]
[END SCENE 39]
[SCENE 60]-TRAVEL : BATIVA
INT. INDONESIAN MARKET - DAY
INT. BUSY PORT TOWN OF BATAVIA - 17TH CENTURY
[Anna, a 20-year-old Indonesian woman, steps into a bustling 17th-century market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vibrant scene before her: an outdoor market filled with the hustle and bustle of trade. The air is filled with the sounds of haggling, laughter, and the rich aromas of exotic spices and fresh produce.]
ANNA: (whispering to herself) Amazing... the craftsmanship, the entrepreneurship, the diversity...
[Anna walks through the market, admiring the array of goods displayed by Indigenous people of the West Indies. Intricate textiles, handmade crafts, and spices from distant lands fill the stalls, each representing a piece of the world brought together through trade.]
[The bustling port town of Batavia comes alive with activity, the air thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and the salty sea breeze. Ships with billowing sails line the harbor while merchants haggle over goods from distant lands. In the heart of Batavia, amidst the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions, a new society emerges. A society where diversity is celebrated, and unity is forged through shared experiences and mutual respect. And in this bustling metropolis, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, the spirit of resilience and adaptation thrives, as the people of Batavia navigate the complexities of colonial rule with ingenuity and grace.]
[During this vibrant scene, Anna navigates through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder. Her Eurasian-African heritage mirrors the diverse tapestry of this colonial outpost, where modern concepts of freedom are but a distant dream.]
[As Anna weaves through the market, her attention is drawn to a group of Dutch merchants unloading crates of goods from a ship docked at the harbor.]
MERCHANT 1: (To his companions) Be careful now; watch your step!
MERCHANT 2: (Excitedly) Aye, we've got a shipment of fine silks from the Orient!
MERCHANT 3: (Boasting) And remember the spices! Fresh from the Moluccas, the envy of every trader in these parts!
[Amidst the bustling activity, a stern matron leads a group of orphaned children toward a sizable colonial building, catching Anna's eye.]
MATRON: (Calling out to the children) Hurry along now, children! It's time for your lessons.
[Anna's curiosity is piqued by the sight of the orphanage, but she continues her exploration, eager to soak in the sights and sounds of this bustling colonial hub.]
[As Anna ventures further into the vibrant marketplace, her heart swells with a sense of adventure, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the labyrinthine streets of Batavia.]
MERCHANT 1: "Step right up, step right up! Finest silks from the Orient, guaranteed to make you the envy of the town!"
MERCHANT 2: "Fresh spices from the Moluccas! Taste the flavors of the East, right here in Batavia!"
MERCHANT 3: "Batiks from Java, woven with the skill of generations! Take home a piece of Indonesian craftsmanship today!"
[The merchants' voices blend into a lively chorus, attracting the attention of passersby as they weave through the bustling marketplace.]
ANNA: (Stops at a local Artisian picks up a piece of pottery) This is interesting!
LOCAL ARTISAN: Look at our other Beautiful pottery, handcrafted with love! Each piece tells a story of our rich heritage."
ANNA: Your wares are truly breathtaking, so much detail, history,...
(A tourist wanders over and interrupts Anna’s thoughts by speaking boldly and with pure delight.)
TOURIST: "Wow, these colors are amazing! I've never seen anything like it back home."
(As Anna Wanders further into the Market just taking in the spirit of a blended marketplace and people from all over coming together to do business. Anna observes the people taking in the lessons.)
ANNA: Entrepreneurship is the key to the strength of this community and the heart of the people. Without these independent business owners this market wouldn’t even exist. I have to remember that the key to growth is community. Wealth is in being a business owner.
[The local artisan smiles proudly, delighted by the tourist's admiration for their craft.]
STREET VENDOR: "Spicy noodles, hot off the wok! Come and get 'em while they're hot!"
CUSTOMER: "I'll take two, please! And make sure you load them up with extra chili sauce."
[The customer eagerly hands over their coins as the street vendor prepares their order with a skillful flourish.]
DUTCH SETTLER: "Another shipment of goods from the motherland, ready for trade! Our colonies will prosper with these riches."
INDIGENOUS TRIBESPERSON: "We welcome your trade, but remember, this land is also ours. Let us work together for mutual benefit."
[The Dutch settler nods, acknowledging the tribesperson's words with a sense of respect for the indigenous culture.]
JAVANESE SULTAN: "Ah, the sights and sounds of Batavia never cease to amaze me. Truly, this city is a testament to our resilience."
CHINESE TRADER: "Indeed, Your Highness. May our trade continue to prosper, bringing prosperity to all who call this city home."
[The Javanese sultan and Chinese trader clasp hands in a gesture of solidarity, their alliance symbolizing the spirit of cooperation that defines Batavia.]
[FADE OUT.]
[END SCENE 60]
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