Roswell

Theogony
A Television Docu-Drama Series
about the Origin and Genealogy of
the Extraterrestrials
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The True Story of an Air Force
Family
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Act One
"Arrival"
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Credits

FADE IN:

EXTERIOR - SUNSET - FLYING IN THE AIR

Silent.
A Black Invisible Shape is moving high over the Earth at
about 15,000 feet - it can only be "seen" by the way it
blocks out the ground beneath it, and behind it, and the
sky. It may be about the size of an airplane - but it has no
specific shape that can be determined, just a general,
shapeless, anomalous mass.
PULL BACK

- MEDIUM LONG SHOT

A B-29 Bomber is flying beside the Black Shape!

VOICEOVER
A deep bass Voice of a Man speaks from the Shape, unseen, as
the only sound, the god Ouros:

OUROS
Humnosoide ... Healer of Death.

Normal Sound suddenly explodes, frightening, of the Bomber

flying! Its 4 engines are roaring.
Title appears over the whole picture: New Mexico, September
24, 1944
PULL IN TIGHTER - INTO THE BOMBER COCKPIT
CLOSEUP - THE PILOT
In the left seat he is looking out his window at the Shape
flying close off the right wing of his plane; title over
him: Lieutenant Walter J. Scott, United States Army Air
Corps
His co-pilot is also staring in amazement at the shape out
his right window, and so is the rest of the Crew in the
plane, as the camera sweeps through the interior of the huge
bomber.
Ahead of them and to their right, the SUN is almost setting

behind some MOUNTAIN, and a NEW MOON is also rising in a

lovely crescent.
Suddenly, a Radio Transmission breaks into the roar of the
plane, and the otherwise silent view:
RADIO (voiceover)
Flight forty-seven, this is Roswell Control, come in.
SCOTT
Roswell Control, this is Flight forty-seven, over.
RADIO
You are cleared for landing on the west runway, heading.
Over.
SCOTT
Roger.

EXTERIOR - LONG SHOT

The sleek, silvery, new B-29 - without any insignia or
markings on it of any kind - approaches the Airport and
Runway, in a little western town on the edge of the Great
Prairie.
The Invisible Black Shape continues to fly right alongside
with it down into the Landing.
The B-29 comes in for a landing, over a big sign below:
Roswell Army Air Field. It is not too impressive looking, as
a military base with plain gray buildings, a lot of
transport planes but no other gigantic massive warplanes
like the B-29.
It lands perfectly, smoothly.
And taxis to the hangar, where trucks and crew are waiting
for it. The propellers finally stop and it comes to a quiet
stop.

The Black Shape hovers motionless and silent in the air

above, only a few hundred feet. Everybody on the ground sees
it too, and everyone stares with no comments or much
comprehension.
The crew gets out of the B-29, including Scott, and they all
stare up at it. The co-pilot, Bob, stands with him.

SCOTT
A guardian angel on our wing.

Then the SHAPE darts up and off to the West at incredible

speed;, and, before anyone can realize it, it is circling
around the big MOUNTAIN 50 miles away, blacking out the red
clouds of the sunset around the peak. The SUN has just gone
down behind the Mountain. It circles once or twice, clearly,
then shoots up over the MOON and blanks it out for a moment
and it passes in front of it.
Then it's gone.
3 big M.P. jeeps race up beside the Crew on the tarmac, a
Colonel, 50, crisp uniform, gets out.

COLONEL
Lansdale - Intelligence. This crew will come with us for debriefing. Who's the Pilot?
SCOTT
Lieutenant Jack Scott, Sir. I'm just an Instructor, with
Captain Bob Lewis here checking me out.
COLONEL
I know. You're not to talk to anyone, you men, is that
understood?
BOB LEWIS

Always was.

The Crew of 9 men, all jaunty white men in their early 20s,
in flight suits, smirk and get in the jeeps watched by the
emotionless, crisp MPs.
And they speed off across the tarmac to a small ugly
building beside the gray, non-descript terminal. The
mechanics and ground crew shake their heads disdainfully and
get to work on the plane.

BOB
How'd you end up here, Jack?
SCOTT
I started up here. Colonel Tibbets. He found me at Bomber
Training in Eglin, in Florida, I guess, after I had first
been assigned to Roswell, green out of Cadet School; and the
next thing I knew I was summoned to Washington D.C.

CUT:

INTERIOR - AIR CORPS OFFICE - DAY

Scott enters in his dress brown uniform, into PAUL TIBBETS

Office, of a Colonel, with a Sgt. opening and closing the
door for him.
Outside a window it looks like a non-descript military base
somewhere.
Tibbets is handsome, 29, usually friendly but not today,
efficient, stern.

SCOTT (saluting, at attention)

Lieutenant Walter J. Scott, reporting as ordered, Sir.
TIBBETS (standing, saluting in return)
Scott, what's this about a disciplinary "domestic matter"?
SCOTT
Sir?
TIBBETS (sitting again, reading a dossier)
"Domestic Matter", quote unquote. Goddamnit, I need
instructors, and you're top of your class, first in the
bomber training program, and then Intel hands me this shit.
At ease. What's the story?
SCOTT
I suppose, Sir, that refers to an incident, an order, my
C.O. said when I just got out of Cadets and was stationed at
Roswell AF, last spring.

CUT:

INTERIOR - DAY - ANOTHER AIR CORPS OFFICE

SCOTT enters another office in his same uniform, with

another Sergeant opening and closing a door for him.
In the Office, is another COLONEL - and a WOMAN sitting in a
chair: Mildred Rhea, pretty, 20, grim, serious.
SCOTT is nervous to see her.
COLONEL
Lieutenant, do you know this woman?
SCOTT

Yes Sir.
COLONEL
She says she is pregnant by you, damnit. Is that true?
SCOTT
I didn't know ... no Sir, I don't think so.
COLONEL
What's your name?
RHEA
Mildred Rhea.
COLONEL
And are you pregnant, with child, by this serving officer
under my command, in the United States Army Air Force?
RHEA
Yes.
COLONEL
Then, Lieutenant Scott, you will marry this woman. That's an
order.
SCOTT
Sir ...
COLONEL
Dismissed.

CUT:

Back in Tibbets Office. He chuckles, to Scott's great

discomfort.

TIBBETS
Same thing happened to me, or similar. Goddamn Intelligence
bastards butting in on our lives.
SCOTT
Yes Sir.
TIBBETS
Get outa here.

Scott salutes and exits.

Tibbets grins, leans back in his chair, puts his feet up on
his desk, and looks out his dirty window, remembering.

CUT:

EXTERIOR - DAY - COLORADO SPINGS

Title: 2nd USAAF HQ, Colorado Springs, September 1, 1944
INTERIOR - A MEN's WASHROOM
LANSDALE - the same cold Intel Colonel we saw before, is
staring at TIBBETS, with Lt. Col. insignia on his uniform.

LANSDALE
Well?
TIBBETS
I flew the first B-17 across the English Channel -LANSDALE

I know. You were General Eisenhower's pilot into North

Africa and have tested the first B-29. Now answer the
fucking question.
TIBBETS (after an angry pause)
Yes. I was once arrested by the police on North Miami Beach.
That was ten years ago, for god's sake, I was just fifteen
years old.
LANSDALE
What for?
TIBBETS
The Chief of Police at Surfside caught me in the back of an
automobile ... with a girl.
LANSDALE
Arrested, jail, intervention of a family friend, a Judge
Curry, the indiscretion hushed up.

LANSDALE pompously exits the washroom.

TIBBETS slowly exits, and goes back out in the hall, full of
busy military people; and back into the office of General
Uzal G. Ent, Commanding General 2nd Air Force.
Lansdale and Ent are waiting for him. Ent, 45, bland, looks
at Lansdale, who nods slightly.
2 other men are waiting in the office, as a Sgt. closes the
door - U.S. Navy Captain William 'Deak' PARSONS, 40, and a
civilian in a suit, Professor Norman RAMSEY, 29.

ENT
Gentlemen. Colonel Tibbets, this is Professor Ramsey, a
Harvard physicist.
RAMSEY (to Tibbets, no nonsense)

Have you ever heard of atomic energy?

TIBBETS
Yes.
LANSDALE
How?
TIBBETS
I majored in physics, so I know the atomic scale.
PARSONS
What do you know of the present situation in the field?
TIBBETS
I understand there had been some experimenting by the
Germans to try and make heavy water so that they could split
the atom.
RAMSEY
Good. The United States has now split the atom. We are
making a bomb based on that. The bomb will be so powerful
that it will explode with a force of 20,000 tons of
conventional high explosive.
ENT
You're going to drop that bomb.

BLACKOUT.

INTERIOR - NIGHT - BASKETBALL GAME

Noise of cheering fans, drums and band, in a crowded little

high school basketball gym, Garden City, Kansas.
A lively game is in progress and everyone is cheering and

yelling. Boys in different uniforms race up and down the

court shooting baskets, etc.
Laughing teenagers enter in the gym - HAZEL JUNE SCOTT, 15,
plain red-headed country girl, her brother BUFORD, 16, and
friends LOBELIA, 15, and other clumsy girls and boys of
their age, all dressed in cheap clothes of the 1940s.

LOBELIA
Oh look, Hazel June, there's Millie Rhea. My god, she is so
pregnant!

They look to see RHEA, definitely showing pregnancy, sitting

in the grandstands with her MOTHER, 35, plain, watching the
game, bored.

JUNE
Pregnant?
LOBELIA
You don't know? She's married to your brother.
BUFORD
What? Which brother?
JUNE
Buford and I have seven older brothers -LOBELIA
Oh my god!
BUFORD
Not me. I don't even know her. C'mon, let's get a seat.
Lobelia you are so --

JUNE
Married? I didn't know that. Who -LOBELIA
Are you kidding me? Your hotshot Air Corps brother, Walter.
BUFORD
What? Shut up.
LOBELIA
You shut up. I want some popcorn. C'mon Bufie, I'll let you
sit with me.

Lobelia and Buford go off to the snack stand, in the crowds

of teenagers, while June stares at Rhea.
Rhea and her Mother get up and are leaving, going right past
June standing in the aisle, on the edge of the grandstands
at the end of the court, with players still running back and
forth in the background.
June smiles at them.
JUNE
Hi Millie. You probably don't know me, Hazel June Scott,
Walter's kid sister?
RHEA
Oh.
JUNE
I just heard the good news. Congratulations.
MOTHER
Thank you. What was your name?
JUNE
Everybody calls me June. I didn't know Walter ... I mean my

Mama didn't tell us he was married -RHEA

Your Mama probably doesn't know, June. we have to go, I'm
not feeling well -JUNE
Oh. When -- ?
MOTHER
Thank you June.

She walks along curiously with them, outside.

EXTERIOR - NIGHT - THE STREET

They all walk away from the noisy gym and school parking
lot, down a pretty tree-lined quiet residential street. June
following along with them.

JUNE
You live close around here?
RHEA
Just up the street. You're Jack's little sister?
JUNE
Jack? Oh yeah, that's what he likes to be called now. Is he
still ... I mean ... I thought he was in Texas or somewhere.
MOTHER
He is, I think.

RHEA
New Mexico.
JUNE
Oh.
RHEA
You live out on a farm don't you?
JUNE
Yes. Down by Syracuse. Coolidge, on the Colorado border.
RHEA
Oh yes. I'm so glad to meet you. I don't know his family.
JUNE
Oh, we're a big one. Mama's had thirteen kids, can you
believe it?! Walter ... er, Jack ... is right in the middle
somewhere. He's ten years older than me. I'm the spoiled
baby.
MOTHER
Your father is a farmer, June?
JUNE
Yep. Everybody calls him "the hardest working man in the
world". And he is. Isn't that funny. I don't get to go
anywhere very much, like this basketball trip to Garden
City, this is a big outing for a dumb little farm girl like
me. This is the big city to me, isn't that funny?
RHEA
Yes. Garden City? What a joke.
JUNE
I know! So when did you get married?
RHEA

In June.
JUNE
Wow. Where? I didn't -- and you're already ... ?
MOTHER
That will be all, June, we have to go.
JUNE (stopping)
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just blabbing away.
RHEA
That's okay. Go ahead, Mother, June and I can sit on the
front yard, if you want. Here we are, this is our house.

They are in front of a modest but quiet, clean, little house

with a grassy front yard and big trees.
Mother decides to leave them there and goes in the house.

JUNE
Oh I'm sorry, Millie, I just ... I'm always shooting off my
big mouth ...
RHEA (sitting on the grass)
It's okay. I'm the same way. I'm so in love with Jack.
JUNE (sitting)
Oh? You're pretty.
RHEA
No I'm not. But thank you.
JUNE
Your mother --

RHEA
Don't worry about her. She's upset about all this.
Naturally. But I'm happy. I have Jack's child.
JUNE
Wow. What's it like. I mean, being pregnant? I just have no
idea.
RHEA (smiling)
It's wonderful, actually.
JUNE
Really?
RHEA
Yes.
JUNE
So when did you meet Jack? I'm so nosey.
RHEA
It's okay. I'm glad to meet you. Was that your brother?
JUNE
What? Who? Oh, Buford, in the school? Yeah, that's Bufe, the
next youngest. We didn't know Jack was married at all.
RHEA
No. I went to his graduation from the Cadets, back in
February, in Texas.
JUNE
In Texas?
RHEA
Yes. He was so glad to see me, I thought ... well, no one
else came to his graduation. He got his wings and commission
as a second lieutenant.

JUNE
Oh, that's so exciting! Where did you meet?
RHEA
At a dance right here, at the USO Club. He is so funny and
handsome -JUNE
Oh yes, us kids just worship him. I saw him in his uniform!
Oh!
RHEA
Yes. I was just a silly girl too. Then, oh June, he asked me
to drive with him over to New Mexico, to Roswell, where he
was stationed. He had a convertible Ford Coupe! Can you
imagine? It was the most wonderful trip of my life, just
driving along, flying in the bright open sunshine, I felt so
beautiful and happy.

CUT:

EXTERIOR - DAY - NEW MEXICO

SCOTT and RHEA pull into Roswell in their yellow

convertible; as beautiful and happy as she has described.
SCOTT
There's a hacienda motel. I don't have to report for duty
for three days.
RHEA
Oh.

They pull into a picturesque, simple, adobe MOTEL on the

main street close to downtown. It's another dry, ugly

western cow-town.

SCOTT
Don't worry, I'll get us two rooms. I make three hundred
dollars a month now, Millie, as a second lieutenant. I can't
believe it. I worked on the railroad before going to Cadets
and Fort Hays State College, for seventy-five cents a day,
swinging a sledge-hammer. Can you believe that? Seventy-five
cents a day, twelve-hour day.
RHEA (kissing him)
We can get one room.

CUT:

NIGHT - MOONLIGHT

Shining beautifully down on the MOTEL, on a quiet street, no

traffic this late at night; the MOON itself is full and
magnificent.
Then ... it is as if the MOON moves into the invisible black
shape we saw earlier, over the Motel. And the God's Voice we
also heard:

OUROS (voiceover)
Humnosoide.

Then another voice, a Woman's deep and rich, also comments

in voiceover, GAIA.

GAIA (v.o.)
Hymn of an Ode?
OUROS (v.o.)
Hymnody, yes.
GAIA (v.o.)
Are you sure you want to do this? Can't we just ... find a
more compatible setting?
Ouros (v.o.)
How about a campfire, up on the Sacred Mountain?

CUT:

EXTERIOR - NIGHT - A CAMPFIRE

OUROS and GAIA are sitting relaxed by the campfire,

instantly: in a perfect setting in the woods, under the full
moon. He is a big handsome man with long white hair and
white beard, and she is an older woman with white hair too,
very striking; both very elderly of almost indeterminate
age, but vigorous and sharp with beautiful voices, simple,
1940s casual clothes, warm winter coats and caps and
mittens. Sipping coffee in 40's-style mugs in front of the
fire.

GAIA
That's better.
OUROS
No fancy shooting stars or spaceships from Mars impregnating
the Moon?

GAIA
No. The Greek is even a little pretentious.
OUROS
Pretentious? Gaia, you shock me.
GAIA
No I don't. "Humnosoide", really. Ouros, what do we do now?
OUROS
We? I'm the one going back down again. You don't have to do
anything.
GAIA
That would be a nice change.
OUROS
It's a beautiful night. The town is almost twinkling. I miss
it - Life.

They look off to the east, and the small town 50 miles away
is barely visible in the long night.

LONG SHOT:
The MOUNTAIN, El Capitan titled, from high in space, a
panorama of the Mountain and Roswell and the lovely EARTH.

CUT, SLOW CROSS-FADE:

EXTERIOR - NIGHT - ROSWELL AIR FIELD

SCOTT is sitting outside the edge of the Runway, on the

grass, smoking a cigarette and looking at the Stars - which

are magnificent, by the billions. No moon.
The Air Field is busy and noisy behind him, with lights, and
cars, and small cargo planes moving around. Two B-29s are
parked in the distance.
BOB LEWIS comes up behind him.

BOB
Orders just came in, Scott. We're over the hump tonight,
pronto.
SCOTT (jumping up)
Where?
BOB
We'll find out in the air. I'll take the wheel of the C-47.
SCOTT
Gooney Bird? What about the bombers?
BOB
No questions. Both bomber crews and mechanics are going with
us. You take my right seat Lieutenant.
SCOTT
Maybe this is it, we're going to Europe and combat.

They run to the Flight Line, and a waiting C-47, and dozens
of other AIRMEN crawling in it.

CUT: THE C-47 TAKES OFF

CUT: IN THE AIR

All the Airmen are dozing in the back fuselage; BOB in the
pilot's left seat, SCOTT in the right co-pilot's, flying.
Bob opens a manila envelope and reads.
BOB
What the hell? Wendover, Nevada?
SCOTT
Wendover? That's on the Utah border. I have relatives there.
Maybe it's the hop to the Pacific.
BOB
Tell the boys.

Scott looks in the back and gets up.

CUT:

EXTERIOR - DAY - HOT BARREN DESERT

TIBBETS in closeup, grim, staring in the bright light.

PULL BACK: PARADE GROUND
A thousand men at least standing at attention in formation,
in uniform, in front of him - including SCOTT back in the
pack - on the flat dry, windy Air Field: Wendover USAAF.
Tibbets is standing on the tailboard of a truck parked in
the center of the base parade ground. A lot of cargo planes
like the C-47 are parked in the distance, but no B-29s that
can be seen. No warplanes at all.

TIBBETS

I've looked at you. You have looked at me. I'm not going to
be stuck with all of you. But those of you who remain are
going to be stuck with me. You have been brought here to
work on a very special mission. Those of you who stay will
be going overseas.
A muted cheer came from the rear ranks.
TIBBETS
This is not a football game! You are here to take part in an
effort which could end the war. Don't ask what the job is.
That is a sure-fire way to be transferred out. Don't ask any
questions. Don't answer any questions from anybody not
directly involved in what we will be doing. Do exactly what
you are told, when you are told, and you will get along
fine. I know some of you are curious about all the security.
Hundreds of erect, brilliant MPs in impeccable uniforms are
lined all around them and the parade ground.
TIBBETS
Stop being curious. This is part of the preparation for what
is to come. Nobody will be allowed into a fenced-off area
without a pass. Lose that pass and you face a court-martial.
Never mention this base to anybody. That means your wives,
girls, sisters, family. It's not going to be easy for any of
us. But we will succeed by working together. However, all
work and no play is no fun. So, as of now, you can all go on
two weeks' furlough. Enjoy yourselves.

He steps off the truck and leaves with a large staff and MPs
following him. The ranks relax and stare around them.

CUT:

SCOTT carries his bag on a jeep as it exits the front gate

of the Base, showing them his I.D.; and then they go into

the tiny little town.

He jumps off on main street and makes a phone call from a
booth.
Servicemen are all over the streets, laughing and going in
bars, and the STATE LINE HOTEL & CASINO.
SCOTT on the phone:
SCOTT
Claude? This is your uncle Jack, come pick me up downtown.
Yeah, I'm in Wendover. Great, I'll see you in a minute.

He hangs up and waits, watching all the soldiers. BOB and

some of the others come up, with a whisky bottle.
BOB
Scott.
SCOTT
Hey boys.
BOB
We're going to the Casino, join us.
SCOTT
No thanks, I have relatives picking me up.
BOB
Relatives in this hell-hole?
SCOTT
Yeah, my nephew is a deputy sheriff, if you can believe it.
I have hundreds of relatives all over Utah. Mormons, mostly.
BOB
Jesus, sorry to hear it.

SCOTT
They're great folks. I'll be visiting for a week, down in
Salt Lake City, Tooele, Provo.
BOB
Well if you change your mind, there's hootchy-kootchy gals
in Reno, that's where we're headed. My family is way the
hell back in Brooklyn.

CLAUDE SCOTT, 19, in sheriff's uniform, pulls up in a cheap

old pickup truck.

CLAUDE
Uncle Jack, what're you doing here?
SCOTT
Howdy Claude, how's the family?
BOB (leaving)
Well, take it easy Scott, see ya later.
SCOTT
You bet.
CLAUDE
Boy howdy, I'll tell ya. What'll Mama hears you're here. We
can honk over to Salt Lake and see everybody.
SCOTT
That's what I was hoping for. Get some of your Maw's great
home-cooking.
CLAUDE
Boy howdy, look at you in an Air Corps uniform! You got a
pass, huh?

SCOTT
Yep. I hope I can get a space-available flight too, to
Denver maybe, and go see the folks in Kansas.
CLAUDE
Well I'll be dogged. You can just fly around anywhere you
like, like that?
SCOTT (getting in the truck)
Yep. Just hop a space-available transport, that's all. Free
from Uncle Sam.
CLAUDE
I'll be dogged. We can stop and see Uncle Doug, and Aunt
Sharon and --

They clatter off in the old truck, through the ugly little
street, and out into the vast sun-baked desert.

CUT:

EXTERIOR - DAY - IN THE AIR

Another C-47 is coming in for a landing: Title Luke Air

Field Phoenix, Arizona.
CROSS: LANDING, TAXI TO THE TERMINAL
Another plain AAF Terminal on the busy Flight-Line - but no
warplanes. Lots of busy servicemen and trucks, transports,
etc. Hot bright sun.
SCOTT gets out with other servicemen.

SCOTT
God, this is hotter than Utah. Hey Captain, do you know when
the next hop is to Denver?
CAPTAIN (pilot)
Probably tomorrow, Lieutenant. Check with the flight line.
SCOTT
Thanks.
CAPTAIN
There's probably a USO Dance tonight, just about every
night. These Arizona women are pretty hot too.
SCOTT
Is that right?
CAPTAIN
Good luck.

They walk over to the terminal.

CUT:

INTERIOR - NIGHT - THE USO DANCE

Lots of hopping men and women, many in uniforms, and a

swing-band, refreshments, decorations, etc.
SCOTT enters, cleaned up in a clean new uniform, obviously
fresh from a shower, smiling, and excited. He's looking
incredibly tall and handsome and brash.
He spots a gorgeous brunette in a nurse's uniform, KAY
O'BRIEN, 20, dancing with a Navy officer, and other men

gathering around her too.

He asks a BLONDE to dance and they join the wild dancing
crowd, to swinging songs like Chattanooga Choo-choo, and so
on. He is a great dancer, and so is KAY with a Navy Officer,
and they smile briefly at each other in passing on the dance
floor.
TIME LAPSE
EXTERIOR - OUT ON THE STREET
The Dance is over at about 10:30 Curfew, and everybody is
leaaving in taxis and walking down the happy brightly-lit
streets; KAY comes out with several other giggling women.
JACK says to her on the sidewalk:
JACK
Good night.
KAY
Good night.
JACK
Jack Scott.
KAY (shakes hands)
Kay O'Brien. I saw you dancing.
JACK (shows a pint whisky bottle in his coat pocket)
Bourbon. Meet me at the Chi Chi Club up there on the street.
KAY
I have a curfew, Sisters of Mercy Nursing School, at St.
Joe's Hospital.
JACK (shows cigarettes in another pocket)
Lucky Strikes. Midnight. I'll be waiting in front.
KAY (laughing)

Good night Lieutenant.

JACK
Sneak out.

She gets in a taxi with the other nurses, laughing at him,

and they drive away.
Whistling, he walks up the street, and looks at his watch.

TIME LAPSE
IN FRONT OF THE CHI CHI CLUB.
He's waiting for her, smoking, sipping whisky on the
sidewalk, as couples hurry in the brightly-lit Club, with
swing music coming from inside.
KAY hurries up the street. He gives her a drink and a
cigarette, then swirls her around and they start dancing beautifully - right there on the street. She laughs and
other couples stop to admire them.

CUT:

EXTERIOR - NIGHT - A GREYHOUND BUS, IN THE RAIN

JACK is sleeping on the bus, in his crumpled uniform, and he

opens his eyes wearily to see a sign into a town: Garden
City.
He sits up and tries to wake up.
The Bus pulls to a stop.
RHEA is waiting, under an umbrella. She is thin, not
pregnant anymore.

He gets off the Bus and they embrace, as other passengers

walk around them into the tiny little bus terminal.

JACK
I made it.
RHEA
Oh, I'm so glad. You had to take a bus?
JACK
From Denver. No flights into the Garden City of Kansas. How
are you?
RHEA
C'mon, I have the car. I was so happy, and scared, to get
your call.
JACK
I came as soon as I could. It's so good to see you. My Uncle
Bill in Denver had to work, and I just went right on through
Coolidge and Syracuse. I can go see the Folks tomorrow.

They run to a big black 1942 Ford and jump inside.

RHEA
This is my Dad's car. He's in France, last we heard.
JACK
I hope he's okay. Infantry?
RHEA
Yes. Jack, I have to tell you right off - I lost the baby.
JACK

What?
RHEA (crying)
I don't know what happened -JACK
What d'ya mean, you lost -RHEA (hysterical)
I don't know!
JACK
Rhea -RHEA
Not even my mother believes me! Nobody believes me! You're
going to hate me, I know it. But I swear to God, Jack, I
swear to God I don't know what happened.
JACK
I thought you were ... I mean, it must be at least six
months now that we -RHEA
And we got married four months ago in June, yes, I know, I
know!
JACK
Let's calm down.
RHEA
Jack, I'm so -- You came all this way just to see me, and
you're probably going overseas too, like Daddy, but I -JACK
God. Just back up. Go slow. What's going on?
RHEA

I don't know -JACK

Jesus, Rhea, quit saying that. What has happened? You were
pregnant, you said, but I never ... I've been re-assigned, I
can't say where, it's top secret I guess, so ... I ... I
didn't really ever see that you were pregnant, to put not
too fine a point on it. I haven't had a pass off-base all
this time. It's not that I didn't want to see you, and
support ... a family ...
RHEA
Oh Jack. I was pregnant. Everybody in town knew it. I even
had to wear a maternity dress. You can ask my mother.
JACK
I will. But you're not pregnant now?
RHEA
No.
JACK
Well what ... uh ... I don't understand. Did you have a
miscarriage or something?
RHEA
No.
JACK (getting mad)
Goddamnit! Did you lie to me? Just to get me to marry you?
You know I could have been dishonorably discharged, lost my
commission, my wings, everything!
RHEA
No -JACK
I could have been kicked out of the Service! Because of you.
You marched into my C.O.'s office on the Base, for God's

sake!
RHEA
I know, I'm sorry!
JACK
Why did you do that?
RHEA
I don't know. I didn't know what else to do. I'm so
confused, please, please, Jack, I didn't lie to you. I
didn't lie to you. Please please believe me.
JACK
Why should I? There is no child, then, right?
RHEA
I don't know.
JACK
What the hell do you mean, you don't know? You don't know?
RHEA
God, this is a nightmare.
JACK
You're lying, aren't you?
RHEA
No!
JACK
You're lying. You're a little lying small town hustler who
want an Air Corps officer for a husband. It happens all the
time. We were told to actually beware of your little
bitches, in Cadet School. Little whores! I'm outa here.

He starts to get out of the car, in the dark and the rain.
She screams and tries to hold him back in the car.

RHEA
No! No! I'm not lying! You have to believe me! Somebody has
to believe me.
JACK
Why should I? Let go of me.
RHEA (holding him tight)
No!

He yanks away angrily, and slams the car door behind him.
And hurries off down the cold, lonely street.
In the car, she is sobbing, hysterical.
Thunder and Lightning erupt in the sky, lighting up the town
for a moment - and in the flash, we see the outline of the
same black invisible shape hovering over the black car on
the little street below.

CUT:

EXTERIOR - NIGHT - ROSWELL MOUNTAIN

The same campfire we saw before; only OUROS is still sitting

there alone.

OUROS
I'm sorry.

He looks up at a Crescent Moon moving through black storm

clouds - and the Moon comes down as light to the campfire,
in the form of 4 gods, dressed in normal winter clothes:
DEMETER, HERMES, APOLLO, and HOMER, all very attractive of
indeterminate age, but 1940s modern looks and hairstyles,
etc.

DEMETER
Demeter lost her daughter too, stolen by death, and searched
the world in grief for her all her life. She was the moon.
OUROS
Like my mother.
HERMES
Hermes isn't really another story.
OUROS
I had to go through Cadet training too.
APOLLO
He and I are very much alike.
OUROS
Apollo?
APOLLO
Yes.
OUROS
And yet my stepfather the American farmer and aviator, who
went through a similar regimen of training, of history, was
not like us at all.
DEMETER

Eros, why did you do it?

OUROS
He is my Descendant.
DEMETER
Descent, from what?
OUROS
Heaven.
HOMER
Homer describes Hermes in his Hymnos as an Ode, quote: " ...
blandly cunning, a robber, a cattle driver, a bringer of
dreams, a watcher by night, a thief at the gates."
APOLLO
The Kansas farmboy and girl of your tale were none of those
things.
HERMES
He would have been horrified to be what I was, what Hermes
was; what Heaven was.
DEMETER
For your tale has not even begun.
OUROS
In one sense it only ends on the farms where the Sacred died
- the Buffalo.
HOMER
It only begins where Africa introduced Thoth long before
Osiris or the Pyramids, where there are these Songs of
Thanksgiving long before Isis or Agriculture, and Thoth was
Hermes.
HERMES

Mercury.
HOMER
He is the buffalo Bard of his father.
OUROS
I feel the responsibility of Fatherhood, like Zeus. I think
I know a little how God feels.
HERMES
I know how I made Him laugh with my imagination like baby
Hermes made Zeus laugh when he stole Apollo's buffalo herd.
APOLLO
It is a tale he told long before Prometheus stole the fire
or Ouranos was castrated. Ouros. Eros.
HOMER
Before there was any death in the world.
DEMETER
Before there was even a World where a Pandora had to be
created like a Demeter in revenge.
OUROS
Uranus had to go back, way way back, to study Hesiod's
contradictions in 'Theogony'.
HOMER
And Homer's further Olympians, and Genesis.
HERMES
Did Apollo come before or after Hermes for instance, when he
sang the Theme and the Plot of this Humnosoide clearly, on
the lyre Hermes gave him:
APOLLO
"Hymn the unending gifts the gods enjoy and the sufferings

of men, all that they endure at the hands of the deathless

gods, and how they live witless and helpless and cannot find
healing for death or defense against old age."

They all sit back and relax, staring at the fire. The sky
clears up and it is a pleasant night under the glorious
Moon.

FADE OUT

END of ACT ONE