The Three Misfits/Transcript

Transcript for The Three Misfits, episode 1 of Trichotomy.

## Script

*EXT: APARTMENT COMPLEX, EVENING*

*We open on large apartment complex in our main setting, Beastrill City, a vivid, colorful city full of humanoid animals, large skyscrapers, and flashy nightclubs. It is evening.*

*INT: APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM*

*We cut to the inside one of the many apartments. It is quite large, and is painted in a light shade of gray. In this shot, we are shown one of our three main characters, sitting on a couch, flipping through channels on an offscreen television. This is SYLVIA DIXENS, a humanoid calico cat. She has black hair and at the moment is wearing a light t-shirt with pajama trousers. She looks a bit bored.*

*After some more rapid channel surfing, she stops on one, her faces lighting up immediately with intrigue.*

*CUT: The television, showcasing a murder mystery program, showing black and white pictures of a couple.*

NARRATOR: (On the television)

Why did she do it? What was her motive?

*BACK TO: Sylvia, looking at the TV, looking in a state almost like a trance.*

NARRATOR: (Cont'd)

The answers will be revealed...right after this commercial break!

*Sylvia breaks out of trance, and immediately groans. She gets up off the couch, walking offscreen.*

*INT: APARTMENT, BEDROOM*

*One of the bedrooms in the apartment, it is painted purple. Onscreen, another one of the three protagonists is shown, LINDA CREMIREE, a humanoid red squirrel. She is wearing a purple dress and has short brown hair. She has candles lit below her, seeminly trying to preform some sort of supernatural ritual.*

*CUT: From behind Linda, she starts slowly waving her arms in the air, this is part of the ritual.*

*LINDA:*

O fine ghouls, death may have taken you once, but one day soon you shall rise again! Show yourself unto me, let me bask in your magnificence, if only a moment!

*CUT: The flames on the candles, they start to grow larger, the ritual is working.*

*BACK TO: Linda, now no longer waving her arms, suddenly, a translucent, featureless grey creature starts to form above the candles. Looks like we've got a GHOUL on our hands.*

*CUT: Close up of Linda, a door is seen in the background. She looks absolutely amazed at whats happening.*

*Until, the door opens to reveal Sylvia, Linda immediately turns her head, now mortified.*

*CUT: Wide shot of the two characters, Linda panickedly blows out the candles, and the creature disappears. She looks back at Sylvia, looking very angry.*

LINDA:

Maybe knock next time!

*Sylvia rolls her eyes.*

SYLVIA:

C'mon Linda, you know I never do that.

*Linda shrugs.*

SYLVIA: (Cont'd)

Regardless, have you seen Ryan? I've looked everywhere and he isn't around.

*Linda raises an eyebrow.*

LINDA:

Um, I think he told me he was going to the D. James Society but, uh, he didn't want me to tell you.

SYLVIA:

Well, thanks for breaking the secret. I'll be going now.

*Linda nods.*

*Sylvia closes the door, as Linda returns to her ritual.*

*EXT: THE D. JAMES SOCIETY, NIGHTTIME*

*Establishing shot of The D. James Society, a club popular in the show's universe. It's a building made of quartz, shaped into a cylindrical square. Pink and red lights illuminate the building.*

*INT: THE D. JAMES SOCIETY*

*The society in all its glory, a dark club lit only by strobe lights and a kaleidiscope of LEDs. People are dancing to blaring music. In the background, we see several booths equipped with curtains, some covered, some not. Our third main character is waiting in one of these booths.*

*CUT: Closer shot of a booth covered by a curtain. A humanoid raccoon dog comes into shot, wearing a brown suit with thick glasses, amd holding a briefcase.*

*CUT: The curtain, the raccoon dog's hand comes into shot and pulls it away. We are revealed our third main character, RYAN BOLTA, a humanoid wolf with grey fur and short matching hair wearing predominately leather clothes, consisting of a jacket and pants. He faces the camera, looking at the raccoon dog, smiling slightly.*

RYAN:

Hi there, you're the one, right?

*CUT: The raccoon dog, he nods.*

*BACK TO: Ryan, who beckons him in. The raccoon dog enters, and Ryan closes the curtain.*

*INT: BOOTH*

*It is dark, only light coming from a few LED candles. We are focused on Ryan. We linger on this shot for a few seconds.*

RYAN:

Well...are you gonna show it?

*CUT: The raccoon dog, who places the briefcase on the table. He opens it.*

*BACK TO: Ryan, we hear the briefcase open, and he smirks.*

RYAN:

Yep, that's definitely the Blues Brothers soundtrack.

*CUT: Wider shot of the two.*

RYAN: (Cont'd)

And if my sources were correct, this is signed by John Landis himself, right?

*The raccoon dog nods. Ryan nods back, a huge smile on his face.*

RACCOON DOG:

There is, of course, a price for it.

*The two stare eachother down for a few seconds, until Ryan gestures the raccoon dog to tell him the price.*

RYAN:

Hit me.

RACCOON DOG:

3 grand.

*Ryan smirks, and proceeds to produce the money the raccoon dog needs. He stops in the middle of this exchange, looking back at the raccoon dog.*

RYAN:

...what's a mobster like you want with this money?

*CUT: The raccoon dog.*

RACCOON DOG:

I'm trying to kickstart my daughter's independence, she's trying to find a place to live.

*BACK TO: Ryan and the raccoon dog. Ryan places the money on the table.*

RYAN:

Pleasure to be of service.

*The raccoon dog takes the money and starts looking closely at it, a huge smile on his face, Ryan pulls the briefcase closer and starts examining the cover of the soundtrack, he seems a bit confused. He looks back up at the raccoon dog.*

RYAN:

Hey...where's the signature?

*CUT: The raccoon dog. He looks at Ryan, he's been caught red handed. He proceeds to quickly get up from his seat.*

*CUT: The raccoon dog's hand, Ryan grabs onto it before he can escape.*

*CUT: The raccoon dog, with a mortified look. Ryan is seen grasping his hand, not intent to let him get away so easy.*

RYAN:

I think I'd like a refund.

*The raccoon dog slowly looks at Ryan, slightly mad.*

RACCOON:

Beggars can't be choosers, you know.

*Ryan nods and smirks.*

RYAN:

That may be true, but uh, I think you'll find i'm a very special customer.

*He squeezes the raccoon dog's hand. The raccoon dog loudly winces in pain, Ryan is doing a lot of damage.*

RYAN:

Once again, I'd like a refund.

*The raccoon dog shakes their head. Ryan proceeds to squeeze harder.*

RYAN:

Suit yourself.

*The raccoon dog winces even louder, he looks at Ryan, in pain but still angry and resilient. Finally, he throws the money back at Ryan.*

*Ryan gathers up the money with a smile. He lets go of the raccoon dog's hand, which he immediately starts rubbing in pain. He looks at Ryan.*

RACCOON DOG:

Then, I'd like that soundtrack back...

*Ryan closes the suitcase and pulls it towards himself. He grabs it and gets off his seat. He shakes his head at the raccoon dog. The raccoon dog looks mad.*

*CUT: Ryan.*

RYAN:

A good businessman values the satisfaction of his customers above all else.

*He clicks his fingers towards the raccoon dog, and leaves the booth.*

*EXT: THE D. JAMES SOCIETY, NIGHTTIME*

*Close up on the entrance of the society. Ryan steps out, briefcase in hand. He looks around the area, he turns to the right, and walks away from the club.*

*The camera pans, following Ryan, until Sylvia enters the shot, now wearing a white zip hoodie with blue and pink patterns along it, as well as white sweatpants. This is her main outfit. She is standing still, Ryan stops upon seeing her.*

*Beat.*

SYLIVA:

Gone clubbing, Ryan? What were you up to this time?

RYAN:

Oh, I was meeting someone. Was gonna buy something, but it didn't exactly go over so well...

*Sylvia grabs Ryan's hand and pulls him along with her.*

SYLVIA:

Ehhh, let's just go home, alright?

*They walk offscreen, we pan back to the entrance of the society.*

*INT: THE D. JAMES SOCIETY*

*Back in the society, we see the raccoon dog, stumbling around the place, disoriented from his injuries.*

*CUT: POV of the raccoon dog, he is seen entering the dance floor, bumping into various dancers, all giving annoyed grunts. He then falls to the ground.*

*He looks up, clubbers start to surround the raccoon dog.*

RACCOON DOG:

You...y-you people, don't fucking look at me when I'm like this!

*Two security guards enter the shot.*

*EXT: THE D. JAMES SOCIETY*

*The entrance again. The two security guards emerge, holding the raccoon dog, and throw him to the ground. They turn to head back into the building.*

*CUT: The raccoon dog, on the ground. He gets up and turns around to face the club, pointing his finger at it.*

RACCOON DOG:

Do you know who I am!? I'll tell my boss about this! He'll make all of your lives a living hell! All of them!

*EXT: APARTMENT COMPLEX*

*Establishing shot of the apartment complex.*

*INT: APARTMENT, KITCHEN*

*The kitchen is painted white, with counters containing the usual kitchen amenities. Linda is seen with the ghoul, holding two candles, these being what is keeping the ghoul around.*

LINDA:

Now, Mr. Ghoul, in one of these cupboards, there is a loaf of bread, and on this counter, there is a toaster. You combine those together, what do you get?

*The ghoul looks at Linda. It grabs the toaster and slams it on the floor.*

*Linda sighs with annoyance.*

*In the background, a door opens, revealing Sylvia and Ryan. Linda hears this, immediately blowing out her two candles. The ghoul once again fades away.*

SYLVIA:

Hey Linda, we're back- Why's the toaster destroyed again?

*Linda looks at the destroyed toaster, mortified. Sylvia walks towards Linda, while Ryan walks offscreen into a hallway.*

*Linda faces Sylvia.*

LINDA:

Oh, uh, there was a fly in the kitchen, and it was being really, really hard to kill, but then it landed on the ground, and I knew it'd be my best change at getting the little grub. The toaster was the only thing I had on hand to end it with!

*The two face each other. It's clear Sylvia doesn't believe her. After a beat, Linda runs off into the hallway.*

*EXT: ALLEYWAY, NIGHTTIME*

*A dark, brooding alleyway. Buildings made of brick engulf the area. We are shown a metal door in the alleyway.*

*INT: TRIAD CLUB*

*The walls are painted red, the raccoon dog from earlier is seen standing in front of a yellow colored throne, upon which sits an ELK. The raccoon dog has his hand wrapped in bandages.*

ELK:

So, you say you were "betrayed"?

*CUT: The raccoon dog. He nods slowly.*

RACCOON DOG:

I remember it far too well. A man I had business with crushed my hand and stole the goods, and no one, not a single soul in the club, so much as acknowledged me! I was so humiliated and angry, I swore I'd get my revenge!

*CUT: The elk.*

ELK:

...and what is the club called?

RACCOON DOG:

The D. James Society. It's a large, quartz building. Sort of the talk of the town.

*The elk nods, intrigued.*

ELK:

And do you know the identity of the one who crushed your hand?

*BACK TO: The raccoon dog.*

RACCOON DOG:

...we didn't exchange names. But I do know he's a wolf!

ELK:

Recall anything he was wearing?

*The raccoon dog looks away from the elk for a moment, trying to remember what happened. He looks back, confident in his answer.*

RACCOON DOG:

It was leather, like, only leather. Man looked like a wannabe biker.

*BACK TO: The elk. He takes his time to think about what should be done.*

ELK:

Do you know how often he visits the club?

*BACK TO: The raccoon dog.*

RACCOON DOG:

No idea, but probably a lot, I'd say. What are you thinking?

*BACK TO: The elk.*

ELK:

I've just got the perfect solution.

*He cracks a smile, we zoom in on him.*

ELK: (Cont'd)

What if... we blow it up?

*We linger on this shot for a few more seconds.*

*EXT: APARTMENT COMPLEX, EVENING*

*Establishing shot of the apartment complex, text appears on screen.*

***THE NEXT DAY***

*INT: HALLWAY*

*Inside the hallway of the apartment. The walls are painted white and doors engulf the area. Sylvia is seen, wearing her usual outfit. She is looking in a mirror, hairbrush in hand, brushing her hair.*

*Linda comes on screen.*

LINDA:

Going somewhere?

*Sylvia nods.*

SYLVIA:

The society, you wanna come? Ryan's coming too.

*Linda shakes her head.*

LINDA:

I only ever go to those places to get drunk, and I'm not exactly in the mood for that now.

*Sylvia nods to this. Linda walks offscreen.*

*Sylvia puts the hairbrush in one of her pockets. She looks into the mirror for a moment.*

RYAN: (O.S.)

Hey, Sylvie! You almost ready?

*Sylvia then proceeds to walk offscreen to the left.*

SYLVIA:

Utterly!

*EXT: BEASTRILL CITY STREETS, NIGHTTIME*

*The streets of the city, colorful and vibrant. We are focused on a red 4-door sedan driving along the streets.*

*INT: CAR*

*The elk and raccoon dog are seen in the car, along with some other triads. They're heading off to the D. James Society. They are wearing more casual clothes, hoping to blend in with the clubbers.*

RACCOON DOG:

So, what's the plan?

*CUT: The elk.*

ELK:

We get into the club before it opens, rig it with our explosives, then we wait until the time is right.

*CUT: The raccoon dog.*

RACCOON DOG:

...and if people try to leave?

*BACK TO: The elk, he clicks his fingers at the raccoon dog.*

ELK:

We have keys.

*CUT: Wide shot of the two, the raccoon dog looks forward, a smirk on his face, it's all coming together perfectly. Maybe too perfectly.*

*EXT: THE D. JAMES SOCIETY, NIGHTTIME*

*Establishing shot of the D. James Society. Muffled music can be heard from the inside.*

*INT: THE D. JAMES SOCIETY*

*Inside the society, we're focused on the dancefloor, clubbers dancing to high paced music.*

*INT: BOOTH*

*Inside one of the booths, Sylvia and Ryan are sitting at a table, looking up at the clubbers.*

SYLVIA:

It's beautiful isn't it?

*Ryan smirks, nodding slowly.*

*CUT: A different part of the club, near the entrance. Sylvia and Ryan are seen in the booths from far away. We zoom out, revealing the raccoon dog and elk, observing the two.*

RACCOON DOG:

That's him on the left, the one who crushed my hand.

*The elk leans down by the raccoon dog.*

ELK:

Who's the girl?

RACCOON DOG:

Eh, prolly some hired slut or something.

ELK:

You shouldn't make assumptions.

*The raccoon dog looks at the elk, angry.*

RACCOON DOG:

And he shouldn't have broke my hand! Anyway, are those bombs ready yet?

*The elk takes out a cellphone, and dials a number on it. After a beat, someone picks up on the other side of the line.*

ELK:

They ready yet?

*Beat. The elk nods, listening to the unheard voice on the other side of the line.*

*He turns his head to the raccoon dog.*

ELK:

They're almost ready, they say it'll only be another 5 minutes.

*The raccoon dog cracks a smile.*

*INT: BOOTH*

*Back at the booth, Sylvia and Ryan are seen, now drinking some glasses of alcohol. Ryan is seen looking outside the booth, uneasy.*

SYLVIA:

See Ryan, I just wanna thank you so much for just how...happy you've made me over these past few years.

*Ryan looks back at Sylvia, now with a smile on his face.*

RYAN:

Hey, it's my pleasure to care for a lady as special as you.

*He gets back to looking at what is bothering him. Sylvia takes notice to this.*

SYLVIA:

Something the matter?

*Ryan takes a quick look at Sylvia, then back to what is bothering him.*

RYAN:

Some people are looking at us.

*Sylvia looks at where Ryan is looking. She too becomes a bit uncomfortable.*

RYAN: (Cont'd)

I feel like I've seen one of them before...

*CUT: The raccoon dog and the elk.*

RACCOON DOG:

Any second now...

*BACK TO: Sylvia and Ryan, Sylvia rubs her face for a moment. She looks at Ryan.*

SYLVIA:

Look, they're probably just admiring us or something. We come here all the time, after all...

*She takes a sip of her drink, in the process spilling some of it on her hoodie. She starts to look mad.*

SYLVIA:

Shit...this is my favorite hoodie!

*She tugs on Ryan's arm, Ryan looks at her.*

SYLVIA:

Is that corner shop still open?

*Ryan nods. Sylvia produces some money from her pocket.*

SYLVIA:

Alright, good. I'm gonna pop in there for a moment, get some tissues to wipe this off.

*She gets up off her seat, and walks offscreen.*

*CUT: The doors of the D. James Society, the elk and raccoon dog standing by them.*

*Sylvia comes onscreen. She approaches the door and tries opening it, but it seems to be locked shut. Sylvia, now confused, tries to open it a little harder, but nothing happens.*

ELK:

Young lady, I'm afraid you can't exit the building at this hour.

*Sylvia faces the two. She looks a bit mad.*

SYLVIA:

What are you talking about? You don't look like any bouncers I've seen.

ELK:

Trust me.

*CUT: Far shot of the two arguing. We zoom out, and Ryan enters the screen, observing this unfold.*

*Beat.*

*BACK TO: Sylvia and the two triads.*

ELK:

Now, we don't want to start any trouble, do we?

*CUT: Sylvia, looking at the offscreen elk, mad. She proceeds to flip the elk off before walking offscreen.*

*CUT: Front shot of the three, Sylvia is seen walking offscreen, now we are left with the elk and raccoon dog.*

RACCOON DOG:

Told you she was a slut.

*The elk looks at the raccoon dog, looking disappointed at the raccoon dog's insensitivity.*

*INT: BOOTH*

*Ryan is still sitting there. Sylvia comes onscreen, retaking her seat.*

SYLVIA:

Fucking assholes...

*Ryan looks at Sylvia.*

RYAN:

What happened with you and those two?

SYLVIA:

Apparently, they aren't allowing anyone out till around 5 in the morning for whatever reason.

*Ryan looks back at the offscreen triads from far away.*

SYLVIA:

Hey, I wanna ask something.

*Ryan looks back at Sylvia.*

SYLVIA: (Cont'd)

What happened with you last night? You said something about a sale going wrong.

RYAN:

Oh, just some triad scum; sold me a signed soundtrack with no signature, believe it or not.

*CUT: Close up of Sylvia.*

SYLVIA:

Do you know what happened to that Triad?

*We zoom out, Ryan enters the screen.*

RYAN:

No idea. I did try, let's say, forcing his hand to give me a refund, but he relented, so I just took the soundtrack as collateral.

*He chuckles for a moment.*

*After a beat, Ryan's eyes start to widen, his expression slowly starting to change into something of shock and terror. He's finally realized who those two people are. Sylvia notices Ryan's look of shock.*

SYLVIA:

Something wrong, Ryan?

*Ryan can't seem to comprehend his shock.*

RYAN:

I... might know why that door's closed...

*CUT: The elk and raccoon dog. The two other triads come onscreen, they're ready to set off the bombs. They start to walk towards the exit, the elk having a visible set of keys in his hands.*

*CUT: Wide shot of Ryan. He gets up, a look of anger at the realization of what they may be doing. He starts to run towards the four triads.*

*CUT: The exit, the last triad is seen exiting, closing the door. Ryan runs into shot. He pulls on the door, but it's already been locked.*

*CUT: Ryan's eyes, a pure look of terror. He runs offscreen.*

*INT: BOOTH*

*Sylvia is sitting, minding her own business, silently watching Ryan. Ryan comes on screen, he quickly tugs Sylvia to him by the arm. She looks at him.*

RYAN:

Sylvie, I know this sounds weird, but you need to hide.

*Sylvia looks confused.*

SYLVIA:

What are you talking about?

RYAN:

Those people were triads! They've done something, and I don't think it's anything good...just hide, you won't regret it!

*Ryan runs offscreen.*

*CUT: The dancefloor, people dancing, unaware of the imminent danger. Ryan comes onscreen.*

*He starts to make his way through the clubbers, interrupting their dancing, all the affected dancers giving annoyed grunts.*

*CUT: The front of the dance floor. A long table is seen, with decks and mixers dominating them, and in the middle of it a humanoid deer is seen playing tracks. This is THE ANTLER MAN, the head DJ of the D. James Society. He is wearing a yellow t-shirt with a smiley face on it, along with black sunglasses and headphones.*

*Ryan emerges from the crowd, now in front of the Antler Man. He starts waving his hand in front of him.*

RYAN:

Hey, take those off, I gotta talk to you!

*The Antler Man takes off his headphones and looks at Ryan, bewildered.*

*CUT: Closer shot of Ryan and the Antler Man.*

RYAN: (Cont'd)

Some triads were here, and I think they've done something to this place!

*The Antler Man looks even more confused.*

THE ANTLER MAN:

I don't know if you're absolutely wasted or just some kind of conspiracy theorist, but please just go back to your booth and let me mix in peace, alright?

*He puts his headphones back on and gets back to playing music. Ryan looks hopeless.*

*CUT: Side shot of the bar in the society. A bartender is seen, arranging bottles of booze on a shelf. Ryan comes onscreen, stopping at the counter.*

RYAN:

Hey, bartender, I need to go upstairs. I think some people have done something up there, and I need to see it for myself!

*The bartender looks confused.*

*Sylvia comes onscreen, looking mad, she turns Ryan around, now facing her.*

SYLVIA:

That's enough! Quit embarrassing yourself, you're probably overthinking this!

*Ryan looks at her for a moment, he then frowns. He proceeds to turn back and vault over the bar table. Sylvia is shocked, as is the bartender.*

*INT: THE D. JAMES SOCIETY, UPSTAIRS*

*The exclusive upstairs of the Society. It's a hallway, riddled with doors, its walls painted grey. Ryan emerges from the stairs, hellbent on finding out what the triads have done to the club.*

*He opens some doors, but quickly closes them, unsatisfied.*

*He walks towards the screen.*

*CUT: A door, with the title "BOILER ROOM" on it. We pan down to it's doorknob, Ryan's hand comes on screen, and he turns the knob.*

*CUT: Ryan. We hear the door open, and a look of horror grows on Ryan's face.*

*BACK TO: The boiler room. It's filled with dynamite and explosive materials.*

*CUT: Close up of a particular bomb. It has a timer, with only two minutes left on the clock.*

*INT: THE D. JAMES SOCIETY*

*Back at the bar, Sylvia is still there.*

SYLVIA:

Hey, I just wanna apologize for how he's acting. He's just a little tense.

T*he bartender waves his hand at Sylvia, accepting the apology.*

BARTENDER:

Hey, no offence taken, lady.

*Ryan then jumps over the bar table again, in the process grabbing Sylvia by the hand, taking her with him offscreen.*

*CUT: Near the booths, the two come onscreen, they stop and face eachother.*

RYAN:

You can't question me this time; I've seen it. There's bombs up there, and I don't want you getting hurt. Now please, just hide!

SYLVIA:

But what about everyone else?

*Ryan looks at the offscreen dancers.*

RYAN:

I tried to convince them. Seems it'll just be a dance of death for them.

*Sylvia stumbles a little bit, but gets the energy to run offscreen to hide.*

*Ryan looks upon the dancers.*

*CUT: The bomb's timer, only 5 seconds on the clock, we watch it count down.*

*It's finally ready.*

*EXT: THE D. JAMES SOCIETY, NIGHTTIME*

*The D. James Society, a large explosion erupts, a large hole now left in the building. Part of the building is now discolored by the explosion, a pale grey.*

*Text appears onscreen.*

***TO BE CONTINUED***

*Roll end credits.*