THE SECRET OF HARMONY

YEAR 2067. BAUDOLINO LEARNS THE SECRET OF THE UNIVERSAL HARMONY
SCREENPLAY BASED ON TOM ROBBINS' NOVEL "FIERCE INVALIDS HOME FROM HOT CLIMATES" WRITTEN BY VLAD VASILESCU
SYNOPSIS
               In 2067, the world is in turmoil. People fight for rights,
               countries for resources. A free-spirited CIA agent learns the
               secret of ending the turmoil at the cost of a dire omen. 
               STORY
               About to be rejuvenated from 70 to 30, Auntie wants her aging
               parrot to be rejuvenated, as well. She asks Baudolino, her
               nephew, to release the bird amongst the young cockatoos of
               the Amazonian jungle while on a CIA mission to Lima.

               Lima is rife with violent riots. Teenagers rally for access
               to governmental power and mature people for freedom to
               ransack Amazon's gold. At the restaurant in Lima, the
               prospective recruit, lame son of the President, rants against
               his younger stepbrother, the favorite of the President. 

               At the hotel, while Baudolino reviews the analytics of the
               recorded meeting, the parrot gets excited by streamed videos
               of the jungle's cockatoos. Moved by the bird's emotional
               display, Baudolino takes the bird into the depth of the
               Amazonian jungle. 

               At the camp of a Nahua tribe, Pyramid Head shaman turns out
               to be a woman. Impressed by the pyramidal shape of the cage
               and the aging parrot, she offers to disclose the secret of
               ending the world's turmoil. The secret comes with an omen
               though; Bardolino will have to walk in life two feet above
               the ground or die. He smirks about the omen and, under the
               spell of Ayahuasca, learns the secret of Universal Harmony:
               Laughter! 

               The next day, he wakes up with fits of  laughter at the
               laughing secret. But witnesses the death of an ethnographer
               who was subject to a similar omen.

               Back in Seattle, strapped in a wheelchair, he is fired from
               C.I.A. At the house of the rejuvenated bossy aunt, his
               friend, an agency higher-up, offers him an unofficial
               undercover job in Somaliland, just to clear his mind. At
               those times, Somaliland had become a monarchy, and Saudi
               Arabia, India, and Japan compete for rare metals mining
               concessions. Bedouin families support different competitors,
               and Baudolino is to deliver protective sonic equipment to a
               Huda clan. His wheelchair and the Unlimited Friendship
               Organization - U.F.O. - charitable foundation promoting camel
               milking equipment and milk derivatives would be excellent
               mission covers.

               In Somaliland, he delivers the goods. During a sonic atack
               the family flees and he is left stranded in the desert.
               Deafened by the attack, and with the laptop and phone busted,
               he manages to get to the gate of a convent.
               He spends two days in the scorching heat until the nuns
               decide to give him temporary shelter. The nuns are actually
               sisters in a highly diverse ethnic and religious belief
               group. 

               Domino, the prioress, is puzzled by his ability to walk on
               stilts and skillfully shut down attacking sonic drones, is
               spite of his implied disability. Not curious about his story
               nor interested in "knowing him better," she ignores his
               pointed intimate advances. 

               On a vesper night, he witnesses the trance of a black punk
               sister who has the vision of Black Madonna's prophecy about
               the harmony of humanity. And what is the key to that?
               Laughter!

               The temporary shelter is long overdue, and Baudolino is about
               to get on the truck to Djibouti. At the last moment, the
               prioress changes her mind. "I'm curious!" she says. 

               He finally tells her who he actually is and the sha-woman's
               secret and omen. The prioress is struck by the similarity
               between the sha-woman's secret and sister's prophecy. 

               She lures him into a heathen omen dispel, helped by two
               sisters. The dispel works. She wants now to make secret of
               the omen and the prophesy of the punk sister public. To end
               the doom of those times. To start an Era of Universal
               Consciousness Harmony.  

               They reveal the secret and prophesy at an Eschatology
               conference. Their presentation is deemed "True!" The audience
               of the conference laughs, the people on the street laugh, the
               laughter spreads throughout the whole world. Words and riots
               stop. 

               On New Year's Eve of 2079, the capitals of the world
               celebrate the Universal Harmony. 

               In Beijing, the Russia-Chinese federation. Robots march and
               laugh in cadence. 

               In Paris, French people dance in American in-line fork
               dancing and celebrate their love for Americans. 

               In New-York, Miss Canada-America-Mexico - CANAMEX federation
               launches the Ball above the dancers waving "Twerk not Work"
               banners. On the skid raw, a woman laughs at an emoji which
               laughs back at her "Ha! Ha! Laugh at that!"
INT. HOSPITAL - REJUVENATING ROOM - DAY

               A faint antiseptic tang hangs in the cold, filtered air. The
               low hum of refrigeration units merges with the soft beep-beep
               of medical equipment.

               A gloved hand taps the FUTURE AGE control box. Numbers climb
               from "00" to "35". Beside it, CURRENT AGE steady at "75."

               TECHNICIAN ONE, sealed in a transparent hermetic coverall,
               BLISS KLEANIK logo across the back, reviews the treatment
               schedule on HUD #1.

               ON HUD #1: Steady-state medical data. Dynamic plots refresh.
               Blinking prompts. Digital clocks. Control boxes marked DAY
               ONE through DAY SEVEN. 

               He taps on DAY ONE, light on. Underneath, CRYOGENIC CYCLES,
               INHALATIONS, and INTRAVENOUS counters populate with numbers,
               lists of medications and chemical formulas. 

               He turns to -- TECHNICIAN TWO, identical coveralls, who's 
               eyes are locked on HUD #2.

               ON HUD #2: A 3D HUMAN ANATOMY model with colored dots and a
               DNA HELIX. A digital rendering of a REJUVENATION EXCLOSURE on
               a BASEPLATE. THIN COLORED LINES connect anatomy dots to the
               DNA, and THICK LINES to the baseplate. 

               Technician Two turns toward the treatment room.    

               In the middle of it, the REJUVENATION ENCLOSURE. A
               transparent two-halves cylinder, top half open, mounted on a
               BASEPLATE.

               Inside, AUNTIE (70s), wrinkled, sunken cheeks, PATCH-SENSORS
               stuck on her shaved head, WIRELESS BUDS blinking on her ears. 

               Covered by a shiny BAIR HUGGER BLANKET, she browses on a
               TABLET clamped to the enclosure's edge. She is a control
               freak of anybody and everything, including her own age.

               TUBES and WIRE BUNDELS snake from the baseplate to her body,
               up through the blanket and the open lid, up to and along the
               ceiling cable trays toward the HUDs. 

               Medical UV LIGHTS and DISPLAY MONITORS hang above the
               enclosure. 

               Technician Two reviews data on a tablet. 

               ON TABLET: wired schematics, marks, data. 

               He switches a couple of the color-coded wires' pins on the
               baseplate's connecting ports. 

               A MIRROR on the side of the room turns to transparent.

               BAUDOLINO (30s), the witty nephew of Auntie, waves from
               behind the window. He is a humanizer driven off from the
               spying duty by curiosity. And he'd rather laugh at than take
               things seriously. 

               Auntie's wireless buds blink. She taps on a tablet app. 

               ON TABLET: BLISS KLEANIK website. Photos of before and after
               rejuvenation. "VISITOR" alert blinks. She taps on it. 

               The monitor above comes to life.



               ON MONITOR 

               Baudolino's smile for the occasion. 



               VISITOR CUBICLE - CONTINUOUS

               Baudolino touches VIDEO, AUDIO icons on the CONTROL PANEL. 

               Behind him, through the cubicle's one-way window, a row of
               similar cubicles along the corridor. People enter into or
               exit from them.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (funny)
                         Auntie-Bounty! So, you'll be
                         upgraded to a young chick. People
                         will think that you are my new
                         girlfriend. 

                                   AUNTIE (O.S.)
                             (through speakers)
                         Stop calling me Auntie... you...
                         Bandolion!  
                             (coarse laughter)



               REJUVENATING ROOM

               Auntie laughs at Baudolino's figure on the monitor -- happy
               about the nickname she came up with. 

                                   AUNTIE
                             (serious)
                         I called you on the double before
                         you get engulfed in your next... 
                         trick. I want you to --   

               She stops, distracted. 

               A human shape bends over the casket. In transparent HEAD-TO
               TOE COVERALL, IDed as "YOUTH DOCTOR WOO", DOCTOR WOO (20s),
               beautifying make-up over an ugly face, smiles. A marketing
               smile. 

               She is about to talk with Auntie -- 

                                   ALARM
                             (repetitive)
                         Detection. Olfactory bird
                         chromosome.

               -- freezes. Turns threateningly to the technicians. 

               They decline responsibility. Point at Auntie, then  to the
               back of the room. 

               On a medical tray, a PARROT in a the PYRAMIDAL WIRE CAGE.
               That's SAILOR, Aunties' old pet. Drooping wings and some bold
               spots.  

               The alarm keeps beeping. Doctor Woo fumes.

                                   SAILOR
                             (croaked)
                         Gente del mundo, relax!

               Technician One stops the alarm. 



               VISITOR'S CUBICLE

               Baudolino cracks up.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Are you also rejuvenating the old
                         family member? 



               REJUVENATING ROOM

                                   AUNTIE
                             (impatient)
                         You are. You must release Sailor in
                         the deep jungle --   

               She scrolls on the tablet showing -- colorful parrots flying
               between trees. 

                                   AUNTIE
                          -- look at these parrots'
                         havens... Tambopata... young and
                         beautiful!    



               VISITOR CUBICLE

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (brightly)
                         Rejuvenate him by exposing him to
                         young chicks?

                                   AUNTIE (O.S.)
                             (smartly; through
                              speakers)
                         I knew you'd understand -- 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                          -- Tombopata, huh? Sorry, no time
                         to bungle in the jungle! It's just
                         an in and out... trick.



               REJUVENATING ROOM

               Doctor Woo bends over the gasket, gently trying to pry
               Auntie's tablet away. 

               Auntie won't let go. Doctor Woo yanks it away. Follows-up
               with an unctuous smile. Replicates it to Baudolino.

               Doctor Woo chops karate moves at the visitor cubicle and the
               parrot. 

               Baudolino disappears behind the mirror.

               Technician One walks toward the door with Sailor.

                                   SAILOR
                         Mooomaaghhr!

               Technician Two closes and locks the enclosure's lid.
               Cryogenic mist swirls inside and frosts the glass. Cold vapor
               ejects from vents, hissing.



               INT. AIRCRAFT - PASSENGER CABIN - DAY

               The sunset behind Lima's downtown skyscrapers. The skin of
               the aircraft is transparent, except for the reinforcement
               trusses. 

               The "Fasten Your Seat Belts" blinks. 

               The plane lands with a THUD. 

               PASSENGERS stand up and open the baggage bins, ignoring the
               blinking sign. 

               Baudolino, in a WHITE LINEN casual suit, yawns and stretches
               in his seat.



               INT. LIMA AIRPORT - CUSTOMS - DAY

               Sailor's covered cage wiggles. 

               Backpack on, Baudolino carries it in one hand. A metallic
               suitcase in the other. 

               He walks along the backs of heavily armed SECURITY GUARDS. 

               A long, tortuous line of PEOPLE wait their turn to the CUSTOM
               BOOTH. 

               Some people wear BUBBLEHEAD HELMETS. -- A globe-like,
               inflatable holo-foil dome. It deploys from an articulated
               collar, includes controls for ventilation, Wi-Fi
               connectivity, and a halo-foil display.

               At an unmarked door, Baudolino sets his face in front of a
               biometric lens. The door unlatches. He pushes it open with
               his knee. 

               CIA SECURITY ROOM - CONTINUOUS

               The CIA OFFICER (40s) behind the counter wonders about the
               cloth-covered cage. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Business asset.

               He lays the cage on the floor and hands over his -- BLUE US
               PASSPORT and BLACK WALLET. 

               The officer takes and fumbles with them under the desk, looks
               at a monitor. Types on a keyboard. 

               He hands over to Baudolino a -- BOLERU BROWN passport and a
               CREAM COLORED WALLET. 

                                   CIA OFFICER
                         Bien venidos Paco.

               Baudolino walks towards the far end of a long, white, empty,
               corridor. Footsteps echo. He exits.



               EXT. LIMA AIRPORT - CONTINUOUS

               Sudden fracas. POLICE CARS and RIOT CONTROL VEHICLES honk and
               beep driving up or down a ramp leading to the bridge above. 

               On the bridge, PEOPLE run, waving BANNERS. A MOLOTOV COCKTAIL
               lands and bursts in flames by one of the police cars. 

               Baudolino gets in a waiting CAR. 

               The car drives away bypassing the commotion.



               INT/EXT. CAR - NIGHT

               Car driving on a street. 

               A POLICEMAN in riot gear stops it at a BARRICADE. 

               The driver opens the window and shows his ID. The Policeman
               returns the ID an points at an alternative route.  

               Baudolino exits the car and climbs the stairs of the
               "VENTANAS" Hotel. 



               INT. LIMA - RESTAURANT - LATER 

               Baudolino enters the restaurant. The noise of the street's
               riot subsides. He carries a shoulder bag. Wears a CASUAL
               JACKET WITH WHITE HORIZONTAL STRIPES ON SLEEVES. He looks
               around. 

               PATRONS eat at tables and drink at the bar. They kill time
               immersed in their MOBILE DEVICES, VR HEADSETS, or
               bubbleheads, the latter transparent or reflective.

               At the bar, ROBOTIC ARMS pour drinks. 

               Through the restaurant's NANO-GLASS WINDOW, the rally in
               progress. 

               Above the bar, a MEDIA WALL streams sports, ads, news, and
               entertainment. 

               He recognizes the recruit behind a transparent bubblehead.
               BABA BONDIEU (30s), Latino, rimmed thick glasses, the
               disgruntled son of Boleru President.

               Phone in hand, Baba nods at Baudolino, massages his shoulder
               and turns his head towards the rack. 

               A jacket with TWO WHITE VERTICAL  STRIPES on the sleeve 
               hangs on a hook. 

               Baudolino scratches his arm under the TWO WHITE HORIZONTAL
               STRIPES of his sleeve's jacket. He takes it off and hangs it
               next to Baba's. 

               Baba's face disappears behind the reflective bubblehead. 

               Baudolino sits at a table a few rows away, facing Baba. 

               On the table, a DIGITAL DISPLAY with the menu, ads, and TV
               channels. He scrolls the menu and orders food and a drink. 

               He pulls the phone and the collapsed bubblehead from the
               shoulder bag. Sets the bubblehead's collar onto his clavicle.
               Flips the holo-foil's articulation over the front of his
               head. 

               From the collar's controls, he inflates the bubblehead and
               checks the vents. He switches the holo-foil to reflective. 



               INSIDE BAUDOLINO'S BUBBLE - CONTINUOUS

               View of the restaurant through the semi-transparent HOLO-FOIL
               DISPLAY. His hands fumble with the phone. 

               Communication apps pop one by one on the display.

               ON DISPLAY: CONTACT, BIOMETRICS, AUDIO & VIDEO RECORDING,
               SPEECH TO TEXT, CLOCK "00:00:00".

               He nods toward -- Baba's bubblehead. 

               ON DISPLAY - CONTACT: Pictures of nude women and  heavy metal
               band shredfest. RECORDING: blinks. CLOCK: Starts from
               "20:15:42".

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         I need to see your face, not your
                         character... for now.

               ON DISPLAY - CONTACT: Pictures changes to Baba's face and
               "BABA BONDIEU." BIOMETRICS: Blue mesh on his face.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Hi! Your story's not convincing,
                         yet.

                                   BABA (V.O.)
                         How come? Stealing from the
                         government's treasury to bribe
                         foreign interests? At the expense
                         of the hard-working people... not
                         good enough? No accountability... 
                         no legal charges, punishment levied
                         against these... special interests? 

               ON DISPLAY - SPEECH TO TEXT: Text runs. BIOMETRICS: mesh
               turns to yellow. 

               Baudolino shakes his head. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (annoyed)
                         We know this from the media.

                                   BABA
                         Nobody knows if the money goes to
                         bribe others or... or directly to
                         their own coffers....

               Baudolino gets annoyed. Too much fluff.

               His attention drifts.



               RESTAURANT - CONTINUOUS

               A WAITRESS (20s), sexy, low-cut crop top, approaches with
               Baudolino's order. 

               Baudolino scrambles on the phone's apps. 



               INSIDE BAUDOLINO'S BUBBLE - CONTINUOUS

               Apps move aside to make room for the waitress's -- deep
               cleavage. His imagination takes off. Breasts magnified by the
               holo-foil curvature. CLOCK: slows down and stops at
               "21:08:49".



               BAUDOLINO'S IMAGINATION

               The Japanese version of the Milkshake song. The breasts of a
               tall JAPANESE SINGER wag above the flashing sequins of her
               cut out crop top. Buttocks swings.

                                   BABA (V.O.)
                             (faint)
                         -- and that's the first contract
                         for gas and oil, 45 billion at
                         stake, you know, the front and the
                         back stores.



               BACK TO SCENE

               Baudolino restores the apps on the display. 

               ON DISPLAY - CLOCK: runs from "21:10:27."

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Great front and back stores... 
                         -- The 45 billion, what? Keep
                         going.

                                   BABA
                         My father -- 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (mocking)
                         -- went to a bank in Switzerland -- 

                                   BABA
                         -- No! He has a draft announcement
                         to lower voting age rights to 16...
                         to give more power to...

               ON DISPLAY - BIOMETRICS: The mesh turns red.

                                   BABA
                             (In Spanish; subtitled)
                         ... The tio duro, my step brother
                         president? For life!?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         It happened in other places. What's
                         wrong with that?

                                   BABA
                         For now, my father wants him at a
                         meeting in Bogota, to convince
                         Colombia to join Boleru... but tio
                         duro doesn't like Colombian gangs
                         in Boleru 'cause it'll screw up his
                         business. So, he'll play dumb to
                         jeopardize the talks.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         That's what we want if you... you
                         know....



               INSIDE BABA'S BUBBLE - CONTINUOUS

               Baba fumes.

               ON DISPLAY: SPEECH TO TEXT, RECORDING and CONTACT, all black. 

                                   BABA
                             (Furious; in Spanish;
                              subtitled;)
                         I shall be number one. I am the
                         good son... Hanan Pacha! 

                                   BAUDOLINO (V.O.)
                             (through speakers)
                         Right, right. Get back to the 45
                         billion -- 

                                   BABA
                         -- The tio duro is Uku Pacha -- 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         -- Back to the 45 billion!

                                   BABA
                             (calming down)
                         Business men from China and Russia
                         as lessee of a concession for
                         mining. Petroboleru, the lessor.
                         Military brass from Brazil to
                         provide security guarantees,
                         pipelines and highways -- A
                         pristine, deep jungle by
                         Pillcopata... a birds' haven -- 

                                   BAUDOLINO 
                         -- that's good for my cockatoo!

                                   BABA
                             (confused)
                         What about your cock?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         I said cockatoo... parrot!
                         -- Do you have the map?

                                   BABA
                         On the flash. Los Amigos
                         Conservation, Blocks 119 and 132.
                         You should have a closer look --

                                   BAUDOLINO
                          -- No time to bungle in the
                         jungle. I'm on an in-and-out trick.



               RESTAURANT - LATER

               Baudolino  depressurizes the bubblehead and flips back the
               holo-foil articulation. He checks his phone. Bluetooth's
               earbuds blink. 

               He starts eating. 



               INSIDE BABA' BUBBLE - CONTINUOUS

               Baba watches Baudolino eating.

                                   BABA
                         Are we done?



               RESTAURANT

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         No, no... just eating. I'm
                         listening, keep going. 

               He swallows. Kills time scrolling table's TV channels. Stops
               to watch.



               ON TV CHANNELS

               The EARTH ROTATES. COUNTRIES' COLORS FLASH. Anchor comments.

               YELLOW AND RED DRONES shoot laser beams. Crash. 

               INFANTRY ROBOTS fight. Carcasses explode. 

               LASERS blast data centers. Servers spark. 

               ELECTRONICS SMOKE.

               Anchor comments --  

               -- THUD. Baudolino turns his head to the -- nano-glass
               window.

               The backs of TWO SOLDIERS's slam into it. The nano-glass
               wraps around their backpacked gear. 

               The riot escalates. RIOTERS wave flags and banners. "ES
               NUESTRO ORO", "SENDERO JUVENTUD."

               Patrons unfazed by the outside commotion.

               ON MEDIA WALL: Broadcast of rioters escalating the Palacio de
               Gobierno fence. Police water cannons drench them. 

                                   BABA (V.O.)
                         Watch TV Channel 52!

               Baudolino searches on the table's display.



               ON TV CHANNEL 52

               A gang of teenagers surrounded by police. 

               Tickers scroll: "SENDERO JUVENTUD ARRESTADO EN EL CALLAO". 

               The face of a JAPANESE TEENAGER in a group of NATIVE KIDS.

                                   BABA (V.O.)
                         That's the tight ass... lame chief
                         of the gang.

               A HIGH-RANKING OFFICER separates the Japanese Teenager from
               the others.

               Walks him around the corner. 

               A stretched limousine pulls over. The high-ranking officer
               opens the door. Bends respectful. 

               Japanese Teenager...

               A gloved policeman's hand obstructs the camera. 

               The image wobbles. Goes dark.

               The TV anchor comments.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         The names of the kids?

                                   BABA (V.O.)
                         On the flash.

               Baudolino nods. Resumes eating.

               A YOUNG MAN (15) bursts into and runs toward the back of the
               restaurant. 

               A SOLDIER, head to toe in ANTI-RIOT GEAR, rushes into the
               restaurant. 

               SHOTGUN at a ready. He scans the patrons. The Patrons remove
               VR headsets and bubbleheads. 

               OFFICER (50s), fat, walks in. 

               He checks the patrons' IDs. 

               Soldier points the shotgun at Baba's bubblehead, which turns
               transparent. 

               Officer looks at Baba's face. Straightens up. Gives him an
               official salute. 

               Baudolino gets two cards from -- the cream colored wallet. 
               Wi-Fi one on the table.

               He bags the bubblehead collar. Phone in hand and earbuds
               blinking, he walks toward the exit.



               INSIDE BABA'S BUBBLEHEAD - CONTINUOUS

               He watches Baudolino going by.

                                   BABA
                         Right! It's getting busy here.
                         Let's party... Ayauhuasca in
                         Barranco.

                                   BAUDOLINO (V.O)
                         Tired! Another long flight back
                         tomorrow. 



               RESTAURANT

               The Soldier stops Baudolino with the barrel of the shotgun.
               Baudolino shows him the ID card. Nods toward Officer. 

               Officer scans the ID card and scrutinizes Baudolino.
               Baudolino talks with Baba, for Officer to hear.  

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (in Quechua; subtitled)
                         Ayahuasca in Barranco? No time for
                         that. I'm busy selling your stuff.
                             (smiling at Officer; in
                              Quechua; subtitled)
                         Not a good time to party!

               The Officer gives Baudolino a blank stare. Returns the ID.

               Baudolino grabs Baba's -- two vertical stripes jacket -- from
               the rack. Gets out.



               INT. HOTEL ROOM - BATHROOM - NIGHT

               Baudolino watches his tired face in the DIGITAL MIRROR -- a
               display with multiple MODES. In the mirror, behind him, the
               reflection of the bedroom's WINDOW toward a sunny jungle
               landscape. Sailor's covered cage in front of it. 

               On the sink counter, the open suitcase. Inside, the slotted
               bubblehead collar and an ELECTRONIC SCANER. Aside, a LAPTOP
               and the phone. 

               He uploads Baba's interview records from the phone to the
               laptop.

               Then the files from the FLASH DRIVE. Red light blinks.  

               He walks into the bedroom...



               BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

               ...toward the sunny jungle view on the DIGITAL WINDOW -- a
               DISPLAY with multiple MODES.  

               ON DISPLAY - WINDOW MODE: A river meandering through the
               forest. Colorful parrots whistle flying  between the trees'
               branches.

               Sailor pleads with whistles. Baudolino removes the cloth. 

               Sailor takes mini-steps on the perch toward the TV display.
               Flaps his wings along with the parrots. Steps back toward
               Baudolino. Cocks his head up. Blinks sadly. 

               Baudolino mimics the bird. Cocks his head. Blinks slowly.



               BATHROOM

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (to the mirror)
                         Switch to device-mode.

               The mirror changes.

               ON DISPLAY - DEVICE MODE: DEVICES & NETWORKS  ICONS. 

               He disables them. Saves the  laptop. 

               He sweeps the display and the walls with the electronic
               scanner.

               He casts the laptop's screen onto the display. 

               ON DISPLAY - DEVICE MODE:

               BABA'S INTERVIEW RECORDS - VIDEO, AUDIO, BIOMETRICS. 

               SPEECH TO TEXT texts.

               FLASH DRIVE FOLDER icon. 

               ANALYSIS and RECOMMENDATION boxes blink. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (to laptop)
                         Analysis.

               ON DISPLAY - DEVICE MODE: Records scroll fast. Live results
               tally. 

               BIOMETRICS: 

               40% RATIONAL/30% EMOTION POSITIVE/30% EMOTION NEGATIVE

               SPEECH ANALYSIS: 

               7 GOVERNMENT CLEPTOMANCY

               5 ARMS SCANDAL

               4 GOLD / 4 COPPER / 4 OIL

               4 ZAHVAT MASLO VLASTI

               3 YOUCHI GANGING DE MEITAN

               3 KAMPAN EKIKA

               3 UNCONSTITUTIONAL/3 VOTING RIGHTS

               OUT OF CONTEXT: 

               9 FUCK-UPS/8 TIO DURO/7 CULO HUECO

               He reviews the results. 

               Opens the flash drive folder. 

               ON DISPLAY - DEVICE MODE - FILES: 

               YUTO BONDIEU and other NATIVE NAMES. 

               LOS AMIGOS CONCESION - MAPS BLOCKS 132,119. 

               He hovers the pointer over the maps. 

               Continues checking the photos. 

               MINING EXPLORATIONS.

               DEPLETED FOREST.

               BLACKENED GROUND.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Recommendation.

               He purses his lips. Types in and whispers.

                                   BAUDOLINO (V.O.)
                         Potential recruit motivated by...
                         hate against his stepbrother....
                         Wants to be the next President.
                         Recommend -–

               Upbeat music distracts him. He turns and walks toward the --



               BEDROOM

               Sailor dances on his perch in the rhythm of the "Jungle
               Samba." 

               ON DISPLAY - WINDOW MODE: Jungle views. Parrots flying.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Internet mode.

               ON DISPLAY - INTERNET MODE: The jungle view shifts to the 
               BOLERU REPUBLIC website: ¡ESTAS EN GOB. BOPE! TRAMITES Y
               SERVICIOS. ORGANIZACION DEL ESTADO. TRANSFORMACION DIGITAL EN
               EL BOLERU. ESTADIST ICAS. -- Nowadays, Bolivia and Peru are
               united.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Search for Lima, Barranco, Club
                         Ayauhuasca.

               ON DISPLAY - INTERNET MODE 

               The nightclub's website. Loud rock-and-roll. Live camera on
               dancing crowds. Strobe, and laser lights. 

                                   SAILOR
                         Gente del mundo, relax!

               Sailor squawks. Sidesteps away from the display.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Search for Madre De Dios, Los
                         Amigos Concession, Pillcopata.

               ON DISPLAY - INTERNET MODE: BOLERU map. Zoom into the Madre
               De Dios river. Mazuko and Pilcopata dots. 

               Sailor sidesteps closer to the display.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Pillcopata.

               ON DISPLAY - INTERNET MODE: Pillcopata nature and HOTELS
               pictures. Advertisements of HELICOPTER SHUTTLES and
               HOVERCRAFTS. 

               Switch to VIDEOS of parrots flying.

                                   SAILOR
                         Yaaas... Mooomaaghhr!

               Baudolino opens the cage. Sailor flies out, pathetically.
               Settles on Baudolino's shoulder. Nips on his ear. 

               Baudolino shifts his eyes to Sailor. Wonders.



               BATHROOM

               Sailor on his shoulder. 

               ON DISPLAY - DEVICE MODE: RECOMMENDATION text box: "Potential
               recruit motivated by hate against his stepbrother. Baba wants
               to be president. Recommend|" Prompt flashes. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (to display)
                         Mirror mode.

               ON DISPLAY - MIRROR MODE: Devices disappear. Baudolino's
               tired face. In doubts. 

               Sailor flaps his wings. Leans his head against Baudolino's
               ear.

               Baudolino's doubts fade away. So be it.

               He resumes typing.

                                   BAUDOLINO (V.O.)
                             (whispering)
                         -- hiring the prospect. Request
                         approval to... extend mission to
                         the oil field Blocks in Los Amigos
                         Concession.

               ON LAPTOP: A series of screens. CIA LOGIN PROCEDURE.
               BIOMETRICS. ENCRYPTION. UPLOAD in progress. 

               Baudolino yawns. Closes his eyes, waiting. Sailor closes his
               eyes. 



               EXT. MADRE DE DIOS RIVER - DAY

               The mighty river branches out then converges. Islands and
               banks of emerald jungle canopy.

               A hovercraft glides inches above the water. Fans WHOOOOSH.
               Overhead, a GPS gimbal drone follows its course. 



               INT. HOVERCRAFT - MADRE DE DIOS RIVER - CONTINUOUS

               Rock and roll music. Through the transparent HUD windshield,
               the fast parade of brown river branches, banks and their
               luxuriant vegetation.

               At the lower HUD: MAZUKO-CENTRO PUNKIRI GPS MAP, WEATHER,
               HOVERCRAFT FUNCTIONS, DRONE FUNCTIONS & CAM, A/V RECORD apps. 

               On the dashboard, the open laptop mirrors the HUD apps.

               Baudolino pilots. Between the seats, TWO JOYSTICKS and a
               TRAKPAD. On the back seat, the suitcase and Sailor's covered
               cage.

               Through the HUD windshield, orange, white and brown raw scars
               of deforestation. Calcified river bed and banks. Pools of
               yellowish water.  

               He remotes the drone over with the joystick. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Zoom in. Record.

               ON HUD-DRONE FUNCTIONS & CAM 

               RECORD dot blinks. CLOCK starts. ALTITUDE, SPEED, AIR QUALITY
               data come alive.

               Dredging rafts. Flex hoses. Cascading strainers. Planks.
               Shacks.

               GARIMPEIROS run along narrow planks firing at the drone. The
               video feed jitters.

               AIR QUALITY RED ALERT: MERCURY 25% - DANGER

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (singing)
                         Train of gold, train of gold, 
                         Took me long to find what's wrong, 
                         Train of gold, train of gold... 



               EXT. MADRE DE DIOS RIVER - LATER

               The hovercraft glides over the narrower, smooth flowing,
               river, and pristine forest banks.

               A large clearance cut through the forest. In the distance, an
               oilfield. YELLOW RIGS surrounded by METHANE COLLECTION DOMES. 

               The hovercraft stops. The drone flies toward the oilfield.



               INT. HOVERCRAFT - MADRE DE DIOS RIVER - CONTINUOUS

               ON HUD-DRONE FUNCTIONS & CAM 

               Three EGG-SHAPED YELLOW DRONES approach from the oilfield.

               At close range, dogfight maneuvers. Chinese letters and logo.

               SPEED "00" 

               RED ALERT: COERCIVE RPO. 



               INT. HOVERCRAFT - MADRE DE DIOS RIVER - LATER

               Techno music beat. Baudolino sucks from a ready-to-eat bag. 

               He looks over. Hand on joystick, he slows down the
               hovercraft. 

               Pipes rise from the river, extending in the distance through
               a cut in the jungle's forest wall. 

               He sends the drone over.

               ON HUD-DRONE FUNCTIONS & CAM

               RECORD dot blinks. CLOCK runs.

               Pipes stream backward. Ahead, they converge toward a
               sprawling mining complex.

               Four red dots swell into FOUR DRONES. Hover in formation,
               blocking the path.

               SPEED "00"

               Russian company logo. ZAHVAT MASLO VLASTI. The cam feed jams.

               Techno beat fuzzes. 

               Baudolino gives the finger to the drones.



               EXT. MADRE DE DIOS RIVER - DAY

               At sunset, the hovercraft and the drone follow the course of
               the meandering river. The walls of the dense jungle stream
               along the banks.  



               INT. HOVERCRAFT - DAY

               Baudolino watches the GPS map route on the HUD. Pillcopata
               and Paraiso Hotel dots. 

               He zooms in from the digital pad.

               A small village next to industrial structures.



               EXT. PILCOPATA - DAY

               The drone flies over a deserted village. A few construction
               site cabins. Japanese lettering on the roofs. 

               Farther away, wood sawmill installations. Conveyers from them
               to the river bank. Piles of logs, rusty bulldozers and
               metallic structures.

               A couple of naked TRIBESMEN and a few PEOPLE in unkept
               military attire watch the drone flying by.



               EXT. MADRE DE DIOS RIVER - PILLCOPATA - DAY

               The hovercraft turns from water to marshland. 

               Glides on a narrow forest trail. 

               Stops by the strange hotel structure. Vine-like trusses
               swallowed by jungle lianas and moss. -- Once upon a time, the
               hotel was a blend-with-nature architectural marvel. 

               Baudolino gets out from the hovercraft. Wonders about the
               worn out, crooked sign  Roth Pillcopata Paraiso Hotel. 



               INT. PARAISO HOTEL - DAY

               Baudolino walks on a wavering, cracked concrete path.

               Above, the roof's woven liana canopy. Collapsed areas.
               Jungle's liana hang trough holes.

               At the bar, PECKER, a burly man (50) with rimmed glasses,
               scientist-looking, kills time drinking. 

               Above the bar, the TV.

               ON TV: Red and yellow drones fighting. Some crash and fall.
               The channel's scrolls titles FOREIGH INTERESTS TRIGGER
               COMPETITION CONFLICT...

               Pecker scrutinizes Baudolino and the covered parrot's cage.
               He nods a greeting. Baudolino nods in turn.

               The hotel HOST (30s), a native man, greets Baudolino.

               Suddenly. Baudolino's suitcase drops. 

               Head jerks back. A swat. Karate-like chop. 

               On the floor, a giant bug upside down. Legs twitching. Turns
               on them and crawls away.

                                   HOST
                         A Megaloblatta Longipennis, Sir,
                         small Beetle.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Longipennis? How big of a big
                         Beetle?

               Host smiles, extends a tablet. Baudolino pays with the credit
               card. Gets a key card.



               INT. HOTEL LOUNGE - MORNING

               Sailor's cage swings. 

               Baudolino carries it along the tortuous corridor. Sunrays and
               liana's shadows alternate across his face.

               Pecker chugs a beer at the bar. Next to him, TWO TEENAGED
               BOYS, armed, laugh and drink. Pecker greets Baudolino by
               raising the jug. 

               Baudolino nods at him and sits at a table. 

               Pecker joins him. He places his leather case on an empty
               chair. 

               On the leather case, the embossed British coat of arms and
               Royal Anthropological Society.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Juicing yourself up early?

                                   PECKER
                         I'm Pecker Smithe, British
                         ethnographer. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         I saw the blazon. I'm Paco Garrido,
                         auto parts sales.

                                   PECKER
                             (looking at the cage)
                         Auto parts?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (uncovering the cage)
                         Family parts. My aunt parting with
                         the bird. 

               Pecker has a malaise at the sight of the bird. Ugh!

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         She wants him to  enjoy the company
                         of young --  

                -- A waitress METISSE GIRL (teens), frisky energy, fluffy
               with braids hairstyle, stops by the table, hand on hip.  

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         -- Perico!

                                   METISSE GIRL
                         Bombita! Name's Bombita. I'm not
                         your perico! Wha'you want?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Are you on the menu?

                                   METISSE GIRL
                             (rolling her eyes,
                              shifting them to the
                              boys)
                         Check with the Luminoso boys.

               Baudolino turns to the bar. One of the boys smiles, thumb up.
               Baudolino acknowledges, friendly. Turns his attention back to
               the menu and -- Bombita. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         For now, Bunuelos and Api. 

               Pecker signals for another beer. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Ethnographer... do you really,
                         really get into the indigenous
                         people's minds? I've met one, once 
                         -- 

                                   PECKER
                          -- No need to tell me. We do get
                         into their minds by learning their
                         language, listening to their
                         stories, experience their habits. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Habits....About peeling the yams
                         clock or counter-clockwise?
                         That level of their mind? -- Let me
                         tell you the story of this
                         ethnographer. He was studying a
                         shaman in the Solomon Islands. The
                         shaman gave him a farewell gift, a
                         powder to make him... and whatever
                         he touches, invisible. The
                         ethnographer was only to sniff it,
                         thus able to bust any jewelry or
                         clothing store, for nobody will see
                         anything.      

                                   PECKER
                         Did it work?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         No!... He didn't sniff it! And
                         that's my point about the...
                         ethnographer experience. 



               EXT. HOTEL GROUNDS - LATER

               From the hotel deck, cage in hand, Baudolino squints at the
               sun and scrutinizes the surroundings. 

               A jungle clearing close to the hotel and two intersecting
               trails through the tall grass. 

               He walks on the one toward the jungle.

               Next to him, Pecker picks a cigar from an engraved silver
               case. Lights, and puffs it, content. 

               On the other trail, TRIBESMEN in a single file carry loads of
               bananas, fish, plantain wraps, and skin bags. 

               LANCE DE FER (60s), a big labyrinth tattoo on his back, woven
               headband, feather piece on chest, and spear in his hand,
               leads the group.   

               Baudolino lets the tribesmen to pass. 

               TRIBESMAN ONE, the last the file, looks surprised at -- the
               pyramidal cage. 

               He rushes to the head of the file. 

               Ample gestures and excited talk between Tribesman One and
               Lance De Fer. The first points back, the second rises his
               hand to stop the file. 

               Lance de Fer scrutinizes Baudolino and the pyramidal cage.
               The tribesmen step closer to look. A collective HRMPH!

               Amused, Baudolino removes the cage cloth. 

               OHH!AHH. Startled, the tribesmen step back and pack against
               each other.

               Lance de Fer kneels and cups the cage with his hands,
               ceremoniously. 

               He stands up and, agitatedly, mimics a pyramidal shape.
               Points at the jungle.

                                   LANCE DE FER
                             (unknown language; to
                              Baudolino)
                         .......

               He rolls  his eyes. Falls into a trance. The tribesmen step
               forward and close their eyes. Mumbling prayers.

                                   LANCE DE FER
                             (intoning)
                         .......

               He comes out of it, face gradually turning to bliss.

               He bursts into a hearty laughter. The tribesmen's follow
               suit. A crazed, silly laughter.   

               Sailor fluffs his wings, scared.

                                   SAILOR
                         Gente del mundo, relax! 

               Tribesmen laughing stops. Frightful faces. 

               They step away from the cage. 

               Confused, Baudolino looks at Pecker.

                                   PECKER
                             (to Baudolino)
                         The tribe is from Paratoari
                         Pyramids. Pyramid Head, their
                         chief, teaches them that laughter
                         is... heavenly good. 
                             (unknown language; to
                              Lance de Fer)
                         ......

               He points at Baudolino, the cage, and jungle.

                                   LANCE DE FER
                             (to Pecker)
                         ........

               He gestures wings flapping, then points at the jungle. 

                                   PECKER
                             (to Baudolino)
                         He says that he knows a good place
                         for your parrot -- 

               -- Lance de Fer pulls on Pecker's sleeve.

                                   LANCE DE FER
                             (to Pecker)
                         .......

               He touches his head, forms a pyramid shape with his hands.
               Simulates a respectful bow. 

                                   PECKER
                             (to Baudolino)
                         They want to show the cage and the
                         parrot to their chief, first. Then
                         they'll release the parrot. 

               Baudolino rejoices.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (to Lance de Fer)
                         Perfecto! 

               He's about to hand over the cage. Pecker grabs his hand. 

                                   PECKER
                             (to Lance de Fer)
                         ..........

               Lance de Fer blinks. Nods hesitantly.

                                   PECKER
                             (to Baudolino; exited)
                         I told him that we want to see
                         their chief, the Pyramid Head.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Nope! Must go back by noon.
                         Pecker rushes toward the hotel,
                         dismissing Baudolino's refusal. 

                                   PECKER
                         You're missing a great opportunity.
                         I can't! Must grab my gear. You
                         decide in the meantime. 

               Lance de Fer, smiles at Baudolino. Teeth missing. 

               Baudolino fakes a short, crazed laughter. 



               EXT. JUNGLE - DAY

               The tribesmen briskly walk on the narrow jungle trail. 

               A wave of flashing color above. A cacophony of shrieks.
               RAAAK! REEEK! The flying flock of parrots come to rest on the
               trees' branches. 

               Baudolino takes pics with his phone. 

               Loaded with VIDEO, AUDIO EQUIPMENT, and an EXPLORER BAG,
               Pecker joins him sweating, breathing hard.

                                   PECKER
                         Perception of value. For them, the
                         pyramidal shape is sort of...
                         divination... the place where they
                         live, their tribe... the chief, the
                         --    

                                   BAUDOLINO
                          -- Scientific gobbledygook turns
                         off my curiosity... What's this got
                         to do with Pyramid Head?

                                   PECKER
                             (excited)
                         Shamanic character -- Two years
                         ago, I had a short meeting with -- 
                         you'll see for yourself -- too
                         short... to fully experience.
                         Now... Marvelous opportunity! 



               EXT. MANOOSI NATIONAL PARK - NIGHT

               The group stops in a jungle clearing. On a knoll, a TREE
               HOUSE platform. Hammocks under a roof on branchs.

               Lance de Fer talks with Pecker. 

                                   LANCE DE FER
                             (unknown language)
                         ..........

               He gestures a pyramid head and a respectful bow. Points at
               the moon and its trajectory. Up to the midnight's peak.

                                   PECKER
                             (to Baudolino)
                         He wants 'll have to ask Pyramid
                         Head about us. He'll be back to get
                         us at high-moon.

               The tribesmen disappear into the jungle.



               - LATER

               Baudolino and Pecker in hammocks. The first watches the
               bright moon through the tangled branches of the roof. Pecker
               sleeps.

               Lance de Fer head sticks above the platform. Shushes
               Baudolino. Nods toward Pecker. 



               EXT. PARATOARI JUNGLE - TRAIL - NIGHT

               The moving clouds cover the moon. The wind swishes through
               the jungle trees. The birds gurgle, hoot, and cackle. 

               In almost complete darkness, Baudolino walks with Sailor's
               cage, uncovered. Sailor croaks. Lance de Fer leads the way. 



               BRIDGE - LATER 

               Bright moon. Lance de Fer emerges from a thicket.

               In front of him, a rope bridge over a crevice. 

               They cross the wobbling bridge. Climb up an escarpment.



               PYRAMIDS - CONTINUOUS 

               Lance de Fer walks down a trail. 

               Baudolino looks at the valley. Pyramid-shaped hills on the
               side of the mountain and a distant camp at its foot.



               TRIBE'S CAMP - LATER

               TRIBESMEN and TRIBESWOMEN sit by the fire and sort out fish
               and plantains. Around them, PYRAMID-SHAPED TENTS.

               Lance de Fer leads the way to a COLORFULL TENT decorated with
               Inca motives.



               INT. PYRAMID HEAD TENT - NIGHT 

               Lance de Fer and Baudolino enter the tent. The beaded curtain
               bells softly chime. 

               Dim light. 

               At the back, PYRAMID HEAD, cross-legged on a triangular mat.

               Flat-topped head covered by a cloth. A horizontal WEAVED
               OPENING at the eyes level. One vertical down to the chin. 

               Body wrapped in a cloth with Nazca lines motifs. On the mat,
               small bowls and odd-looking smoking pipes.

               At the chime, Pyramid Head raises the veiled head. 



               FROM BEHIND THE WEAVE

               Indistinct visitors. Lance de Fer prompts Baudolino to move
               forward and uncover the cage. Then leaves.  



               BACK TO SCENE

               Sailor flaps his wings. Steps on the perch, closer to the
               gate. 

               Pyramid Head bends over the parrot's cage. 

               Suddenly, loud drumming outside. Sailors gets agitated. 

                                   SAILOR
                         Gente del mundo, relax!

               Pyramid Head bursts into laughter. Imitates Sailor's
               flapping.

               Sailor croaks and dances in the drums' beat. 

                                   PYRAMID HEAD
                             (to Baudolino; thin voice;
                              broken English)
                         Good, good, smart bird... yees,
                         live in pyramid... knows secret....

               Baudolino crouches at the invitation. 

                                   PYRAMID HEAD
                          I have laugh secret.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Laughing has no secrets with me -- 
                         But you have a more interesting
                         secret.

               He points at Pyramid Head's veil.

                                   PYRAMID HEAD
                         Um-hmm... curious! Curious about
                         secrets?

               Baudolino gestures: But of course, let me have them.

               Pyramid Head nods, slowly. Loads orange powder into a three
               pronged pipe. A fine cloud rises.  

                                   PYRAMID HEAD
                         Ayahuasca! Sacred secrets... ask
                         sacrifice....



               FROM BEHIND THE WEAVE

               Baudolino shrugs. Go ahead.



               IN FRONT OF THE WEAVE

               Pyramid Head's eyes widen behind the weave. The spell swells
               the veil. 

                                   PYRAMID HEAD
                         I see... you walk two feet above
                         the ground... thereafter.

               Baudolino shrugs again. Fine.

               Pyramid Head lifts the pipe to the vertical weave. Bends
               forward.



               FROM BEHIND THE WEAVE

               Baudolino presses the brunched prong end to his nostrils. 

                                   PYRAMID HEAD (O.S.)
                         RAPÉ!



               BACK TO SCENE

               Baudolino snuffles. Sneezes in the powder bowls. The powders
               explode. Orange, yellow and green dust envelops their heads.

               Pyramid Head opens Sailor's cage.

               Baudolino's head lulls. Eyes open wide. Eyes CROSS. 

               Pyramid Head's collapses forward. The drumming subsides.



               BAUDOLINO'S HALLUCINATION

               Pyramid Head stands up. Warped. Ample robe. Nazca animal
               geoglyphs crawl across. Lifts the head veil.

               Charismatic features. An inverted pyramidal head, large at
               the top. Dark, wrinkled skin. Green, bright eyes, wide apart.
               Small mouth, pointed chin.  

               A faint rock and roll beat. 

               Pyramid Head slowly extends the hands, laterally. The dress's
               fabric strains. Woman's breasts poke through.

               Sailor flies out of the cage. Plumage rejuvenates to bright
               colors. Wings flap in slow motion above Pyramid Head's head. 



               PYRAMID HEAD'S TRANCE

               Over the irregular tribal drums' beat, the pyramidal head
               MORPHS to the round face of MAMA QUILLA, the Inca Goddess of
               the Moon. A large CEREMONIAL HAT and EARINGS adorn her head. 

               She raises her hands to the parrot's slow-flapping wings.
               Glorifying.

                                   MAMA QUILLA
                             (echo)
                         I am Mama Quilla, the Goddess of
                         the Moon and Holder of Time...
                         turning back... to the beginning of
                         Time...



               BAUDOLINO'S HALLUCINATION

               Black dilated pupil eye. 

               A colorful round dot grows bigger. 

               Blink of eye.

               The Earth fills the iris. Rotates in reverse. 

               Time runs backwards from "2065:10:1:02".

                                   MAMA QUILLA (O.S.)
                             (warped)
                         ... beginning of time...



               PYRAMID HEAD'S TRANCE

               People die by plague, Spaniards in armors conquer, Incan
               warriors fight with spears and shields...

                                   MAMA QUILLA
                             (echo)
                         ... through the dark eras of
                         sickness... and destruction...



               BAUDOLINO'S HALLUCINATION

               The clock rewinds from "2045:01:03:20". 

               The Earth rotates clockwise. Colored countries flash.

               Electronics spark and smoke. 

               The atomic bomb mushroom swells. 

               Clock: "1945:08:06:08".

               Burned forests smolder. 

               Blackened ground. 

               Village wiped out by flash flood. 

               Explosions. 

               Tanks. 

               Infantry torn apart. 

               Clock: "1914:08:20:23"...

                                   MAMA QUILLA (O.S.)
                             (warped)
                         ... violence... and sickness...



               PYRAMID HEAD'S TRANCE

               The dark history devolves to bright times. PEOPLE cultivate
               the fields, use YUPANA TABLES and QUIPU KNOTS to trade
               GRAINS. 

               Corn kernels stream from bucket to mill. From mill to
               amphora. Cactus buds and flower petals drop in. Frothing
               mixture overflows. Fire burns under the amphora. 

                                   MAMA QUILLA
                             (echo)
                         ... to the times of... abundance...
                         progress... 



               BAUDOLINO'S HALLUCINATION

               Clock rewinds from "1914:08:20:23". 

               Ships sail to new territories. 

               Missionaries trade with native people.

               Railroads extensions wrap the Earth. 

               Industrial Revolution. 

               Train with a steam engine. 

               Steampunk gears turn.

               Clock: "1750:03:47:23" 

                                   MAMA QUILLA (O.S.)
                             (warped)
                         ... abundance... progress... 



               PYRAMID HEAD'S TRANCE

               Mama Quilla, her husband SUN GOD, and INCA DANCERS twirl.
               Around them, INCA PEOPLE celebrate by drinking BEER and
               chanting "Chicha! Chicha!" 

               The OLD MAN CREATOR OF THE WORLD, majestic, white beard,
               blesses the dance from the heavens, heartily laughs. Toasts a 
               jug with beer. Beer spills.

                                   MAMA QUILLA (V.O.)
                             (echo)
                         ... when the Old Man Creator of the
                         World... was teaching the sacred
                         secret of harmony... for the
                         future... for Universal Harmony!



               PAUSE OF PYRAMID HEAD'S TRANCE

               Baudolino's vacant, cross-eyed stare. 

               He tries to refocus on the surroundings. Shakes his head.
               Falls back into hallucinating. 



               BAUDOLINO'S HALLUCINATION

                                   MAMA QUILLA (O.S.)
                             (warped)
                         ... future... Universal Harmony...

               Steampunk gears stop. Clock STOPS at: "1750:03:47:23"

               Gears RESTART in the opposite sense. Clock JUMPS to
               "2065:10:1:02." Runs forward.

               The steampunk gears MORPH into Axons and Neurons.

               Bioelectric signals run. Synapses connect.

               Brain cells group. Form a brain. Brains multiply. 

               Brain waves interfere. Interferences turn to field forces.

               Universe's field force. Brains at nodes. A galaxy of brains. 

               The sound of Old Man Creator of the World's laughter. 



               PYRAMID HEAD'S TRANCE

               Mama Quilla rises her hands in adoration to the laughing Old
               Man Creator of the World.

                                   MAMA QUILLA
                             (echo)
                         ... The secret key is...
                         Laughter... Laughter!  

               Old Man Creator of the World's laughs. Deafening.



               JUNGLE CLEARING - MORNING

               Baudolino dreams. A fit of giggling shakes the hammock. 

               Pecker wakes up. Looks over. 

               A plume of smoke rises from the firepit, down in the
               clearing. Lance de Fer roasts yucca.

                                   PECKER
                         What's to laugh about?

               Baudolino blinks. Wakes up. Squints at the morning light.
               Groans from the hangover. 

               Pecker wonders.

               Baudolino tries to get up. 

               Awkward move. The hammock flips, and he falls backwards. His
               head knocks on the platform. More pain.   

               Short memory kicks in. Eyes alert. He looks at -- his boots,
               tangled up on the hammock. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Bah!... help me -- 

               Pecker helps him back into the hammock. Sits on his.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Mighty surprise! Your Pyramid Head 
                         --

                                   PECKER
                             (intrigued)
                         -- Wait! You didn't....

               He turns to yell at Lance de Fer.

                                   PECKER
                             (to Lance de Fer; upset;
                              unknown language)
                         ......

               Lance de Fer deflects the culprit. Shakes his head and mimics
               a pyramid. 

                                   LANCE DE FER
                             (unknown language))
                         ......

                                   PECKER
                         Darn! She didn't want to see me? 
                         But she did your... cockatoo!?

               Baudolino excuses himself. Not up to me!  

                                   PECKER
                         You'll have to tell me everything!

               He gets his phone ready to record.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         My brain's foggy... right now...
                         this laughing secret....

                                   PECKER
                         Yes?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         ... came with an omen --

                                   PECKER
                             (stands up; alert)
                         -- Oh, you too!?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         What do you mean?

                                   PECKER
                         Well... two years ago... she told
                         me the ha-ha secret....

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         And?

                                   PECKER
                         I... I wasn't supposed to.... 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Go on.

                                   PECKER
                         Touch a man's penis or else... die.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (laughing)
                         That's a whole show! Of a sha
                         woman. What else  would a woman
                         curse you with? You're still alive,
                         aren't you?... Didn't you --

                                   PECKER
                         -- What tells you that I would have
                         such an inclination?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Well, you're an ethnologist!
                         Supposed to experience! Verify!

               Pecker is hesitant.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         C'mon, get yourself in a scientific
                         experiment mode.

               Baudolino unzips his fly. 

               Pecker is outraged. His index finger shakes. Bends over
               Baudolino's body. 

               Straightens up. Frightful. Waits. 

               Baudolino gives him a confident shrug. See? No problem! 

               Pecker smiles, relieved. 

               The smile freezes. His eyes go wide. He drops backward, flat.
               Head bounces off on the platform. THUD.



               BLACK.



               EXT. SEATTLE - FISH MARKET - DAY

               Rain pours on driverless DELIVERY CARTS. 

               On Seattle's Fish Market crowded street, PEOPLE walk with or
               without umbrellas. Shopping bags. 

               In the background, the Space Needle tower.

               Baudolino sits in a high-tech wheelchair by the entrance of
               the market. Impervious to the rain No umbrella. 

               Rain beads drip from his beard and long hair strands.

               A rain stream flows along the curb and by his feet's shoes
               resting on the footrest.

               An attractive YOUNG WOMAN (25) walks by. 

               He watches her entering the market. 

               In the market, PEOPLE buy fish packages from vending machines
               bordering the walls. 

               Other PEOPLE choose fish from a conveyor. The fish flip,
               flop, and fall off.

               A group of THREE JOLLY TEENAGER GIRLS walks down from the
               Design Art School. 

               They join Baudolino, set umbrellas aside and pull out
               sketchbooks from their backpacks.

               A show-off of paper origami and sail boats' drawings. 

               GIRL ONE (18), nice figure, rests her hand on his shoulder.

               Two of the girls launch their origamis on the curb's rain
               flow. 

               One gets stuck in the grille of a storm rain. Yells of
               disappointment. The other keeps floating. Victory yells.

               Baudolino launches his own. A small sculpted wooden boat. 

               Against the odds, it flows down a long way. Hurrays from the
               girls. 

               Girl One applauds.

               Down at the crossroad, PEOPLE rally with banners.



               INT. BAUDOLINO ROOM - DAY

               From the wheelchair, Baudolino watches the receding rain. The
               clouds make way to the bright afternoon sun. 

               The sunrays bathe the room in an orange light. Girl One
               snoozes on the bed. 

               A cell phone buzzes. Baudolino takes the call.  

               ON PHONE: BOBBY (30), crew-cut hair.

                                   BAUDOLINO (O.S.)
                             (muffled)
                         Bobby!

               He listens. His face alternates between embarrassment and
               pleasure. 

               Girl One gets off the bed. Dresses up. Walks to Baudolino.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (on the phone)
                         No, not here....
                             (baffled)
                         Oh, that's where you are?....OK,
                         I'll be over.

               She wonders. What's up? He shrugs. It's OK.

               She sits on the wheelchair's armrest. Arm on his shoulder.
               Takes time to look at the sun. The sun shines in her eyes.
               She gives him a tender kiss on the cheek.



               INT. AUNTIE'S HOUSE - VESTIBULE - DAY

               The door opens. Baudolino rolls his wheelchair in. 

               AUNTIE (35) leads the way. Tight leggings on bouncy buttocks.
               Scanty top to show off her silhouette. Small metal plates
               stuck on shaved head. 

                                   AUNTIE
                         Still recovering from Sailor's
                         mission?



               LIVINGROOM 

               Bobby, athletic build, raises his hands to greet Baudolino.
               Bends over to hug him.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (to Bobby)
                         Bouncy, isn't she!?

                                   AUNTIE
                             (pleased)
                         Bouncy? Hm... that's better than
                         Aunty-Bounty!

               Bobby scrutinizes the wheelchair's gizmos.

                                   BOBBY
                         Fine piece of engineering. How fast
                         in six seconds?

               Baudolino looks at him reproachfully. 

               Bobby admonishes him. C'mon man! 

                                   BOBBY
                             (to Auntie and Baudolino)
                         Baudolino, we need to know what
                         happened!

                                   AUNTIE
                             (indignant)
                         And cross-eyed! On top of --  

               -- Baudolino stops her with a head shake. 

               She briskly leaves. Another silhouette show-off. 

               Bobby likes that. 

               She bangs the door shut.



               FITNESS AND COMPUTER ROOM

               Large room full with fitness equipment. Electronic devices on
               racks. On a wall, a painting of Sailor surrounded by parrots
               in the jungle's trees. 

               Auntie sits fuming in front of TWO MONITORS.

               ON MONITOR #1: BLISS KLEANIK website logo. PATIENT AGE "35."
               A head schematic with sensors. Graphs monitor her cerebral
               activity. Alarm flashes red: "Anxiety Control"

                                   CONTROL
                             (soothing; filtered)
                         You are anxious dear. Take a deep
                         breath. Breathe Innn... Breathe
                         ooout...

               Auntie behaves. Calms down. Gets the headphones on and looks
               at MONITOR #2.

               ON MONITOR #2: "HOMSEC" website logo. An array of views from
               the house's rooms and outdoors.

               She zooms in the living room.

               ON MONITOR #2: Bobby and Baudolino talk. Baudolino looks
               strait at the surveillance camera. Points index and middle
               finger toward his eyes. They get the beer bucket out on the
               veranda.

               Auntie slams the headphones on the desk.



               VERANDA

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         ... to the extent verified by the
                         ethnologist. For now, I am to live
                         two inches above the ground
                         or --

                                   BOBBY
                         -- Wait, don't say it. You may
                         start believing that it's true!
                         What if you're on a higher floor?
                         Is that still ground?

               Deep silence. Baudolino gestures. Don't wanna try! 

               He rocks his wheelchair. Ashamed. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         I know it's laughable --

                                   BOBBY
                         -- Listen Bodo! Your mind is fucked
                         up good. Let's go back to her --

               Baudolino shakes his head --

                                   BOBBY
                         -- else... get back into the game.

               Another negation from Baudolino. He gets antsy.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Been just laid-off! -- I'd rather
                         hide than work...

                                   BOBBY
                             (dismissive)
                         Officially!....Unofficially though,
                         I might have just the right thing
                         for you....It'll clear your mind... 

               Baudolino drops his head, dominated by a psychic slump.

                                   BOBBY
                         Your muscles still good?

               Baudolino gets out of his lethargy. Locks the wheelchair's
               brakes. 

               Hands on the hand rests, he does a parallette routine. 

               A static knee raise. Then a V-Sit and pike.

               Finishes with a handstand push-up. And holds it.

               Bobby bends. Twists his head to get level with -- Baudolino's
               eyes.

                                   BOBBY
                         Let's talk about... Somalia.

               Baudolino gets back to sitting on the wheelchair. 

               Laughs incredulous.

                                   BOBBY
                         Good place to hide, if that's what
                         you need. I'm stationed in
                         Djibouti. Italian base... training
                         Italians. I'll be your controller.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Controlling me about --

               -- looks at the veranda's glass door. 

               Auntie behind it. 

               Bobby turns following Baudolino's glance. 

               Bobby waves at her, friendly. Apologizing. That's the way it
               goes. 

               She makes a face and turns to leave. 

               But she turns back. Stick her tongue at them. 

                                   BOBBY
                         Cute girl! -- So, Italian, French,
                         and British fell off the favors
                         while India, Japan and Saudi Arabia
                         emerged as the cash cows. All, of
                         course, digging for rare metals.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Hot-pot Djibouti! All in. French,
                         Russians, Chinese. Who do you want
                         me to spy on?

                                   BOBBY
                         Wait! The Somalian Supreme King
                         mulls them all, but he likes Saudi
                         Arabia, you know, monarch to
                         monarch back scratch.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Beating around the bushes?

                                   BOBBY
                         Presently, Aga and Huda Bedouin
                         families fight guerrilla wars
                         against India's and Saudi Arabia's
                         mining companies.

               Baudolino gets annoyed.

                                   BOBBY
                         Our interests are with the Huda. We
                         want India out, make room for
                         Japan.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (exasperated)
                         I like Geishas! Make me curious!

                                   BOBBY
                         ... You must deliver high-tech, low-
                         frequency sonic defense systems to
                         the Huda, a powerful Bedouin
                         family.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (incredulous) )
                         In the wheelchair!

                                   BOBBY
                         That's your cover! You're promoting
                         electric camel milking equipment. A
                         non-profit U.F.O.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (miffed)
                         U.F.O.!

                                   BOBBY
                         Unlimited Friendship Organization.
                         You know, camel milk butter,
                         powder, soap, lip balm. -- No
                         dangers. Short, easy in-and- out
                         mission.



               EXT. SOMALIAN NORTHERN DESERT - NIGHT

               A vortex of sand. A massive black bag gets set on a dune. A
               coupling clicks open. 

               The stealth DRONE flies away.

               The bag's zipper opens. Baudolino, white linen suit, rolls
               out in a CRAWLER TRACK WHEELCHAIR. Big DUFFEL BAGS and
               FOLDERS strapped on the sides and back of it.

               He drives toward a mobile camp: FOUR AUTONOMOUS MOBILE DESERT
               HOMES, A LIVESTOCK TRAILER and TRUCK, TWO  THREE-WHEELER
               MOTORBIKES, and scattered gear. 



               EXT. BEDOUIN CAMP - NIGHT

               Ayyala dance music.

               KHAN HUDA (50s), the family leader, reclines on a an ornate
               Moroccan beanbag. YUNGUN (teen), TWO OLD (60s) and (70s), and
               TWO KIDS sit crouched on the rug. On the rug: HOOKAH,
               CELLPHONES, and GUNS.

               Yungun lights an Agarwood stick, then hauls TWO GOATS to the
               LIVESTOCK TRAILER. TWO CAMELS stick their heads through the
               trailer's bars.

               Behind them, an autonomous mobile home with popped-up
               amenities expanded. On the roof, deployed solar petals.

               Two BEARDED YOUNG MEN, fierce-looking, bullet belts across
               the chest, smoke by the motorbikes and watch the dancing. 

               AYAH (30s), phosphorescent headgear with shiny beads, and a
               GIRL (teen), dance jingling electronic tambourines. THREE
               LITTLE GIRLS, dance along. An OLD MAN (70s) strums an
               electric oud. Two OLD WOMEN clap to the beat.

               Khan Huda stands up to greet Baudolino. Hand over heart. 

                                   KHAN HUDA
                         May peace be upon you. Your arrival
                         brings our hopes to fruition.   

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         And peace be upon you too. 

               The women stop dancing, look over. 

               Khan Huda signals them to keep dancing.

               Khan Huda eyes the wheelchair, compassionately.

                                   KHAN HUDA
                         What a misfortune! A curse from one
                         who envied you, perhaps?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         The curse of curiosity... after
                         all.

               Khan Huda invites Baudolino to sit on the rug. Baudolino
               politely declines. Gestures toward his wheelchair. 

               Staccato sound of automatic machine gun from afar. Baudolino
               turns over. 

               Explosions and lights in the distance, beyond the sand dunes. 

               The men don't bother. The women keep dancing.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Are we safe here?

                                   KHAN HUDA
                         Don't worry about those. We're
                         concerned about the drones...
                         during the day.

               Baudolino shifts his attention to the -- dancers. 

               Ayah catches on. Flicks her tambourine's LEDs. Amps up her
               moves.

               Khan Huda nods suggestively toward her. 

                                   KHAN HUDA
                         Enjoy. Stay longer. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Your hospitality honors me. But my
                         people will pick me up tomorrow
                         night. Regretfully!

               Khan Huda leads the way toward a mobile home.

                                   KHAN HUDA
                         Hospitality is rooted in our
                         traditions. I regret your having to
                         leave so soon. 

               They cross -- tracks of tires in the sand. 

               The AUTONOMOUS MINERAL ORE RESEARCH - AMOR unit slowly rolls
               by on an all-terrain chassis with desert tires. It stops. An
               arm articulation with a PIKE extends. Lights blink. 

               Baudolino watches. 

                                   KHAN HUDA
                         The future has a strong speak on
                         our present lives. 

               HUMMM. The PIKE spins and stabs the sand. LED bar plots and
               data come to life on control panels. 

                                    KHAN HUDA
                             (proud)
                         We have a good contract to map the
                         Lithium deposits close to the
                         surface -- 
                             (sad)
                         -- if only we can win the war with
                         our... brothers. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         You'll need gear for offence, not
                         just defense. 

                                   KHAN HUDA
                         Next time then....



               INT. MOBILE HOME ROOM - NIGHT

               Baudolino lies on the mattress under the bedsheet. His white
               linen suit draped on wheelchair.

               A swish. He turns his head. 

               The door slides open. Ayah, hand on hip, comes in and sits
               cross-legged by the mattress.  

               Her gaze inquisitive -- his, curious.

               She leans on the bean bag. Extends her legs.

               Baudolino doesn't miss the show.

               She flips the sheet with her foot. Tickles his foot's arch.

                                   AYAH
                         Feel anything?

               A bulge under the bedsheet.

                                   AYAH
                         What can you do with your... legs?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Everything. Except touch the
                         ground.

                                   AYAH
                         Wow!....A curse? I can take care of
                         that.

               Baudolino wonders. Amused.

                                   AYAH
                             (marketing pitch)
                         My name means miracle... and
                         miracles is what I do, miracle
                         business. 

               She pulls from her deep cleavage a TOTEM -- an elongated body
               with pyramidal head. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Uggh! Pyramids!

                                   AYAH
                         Ahh! A Nile situation!

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (distressed)
                         Amazon.

               She's non-plussed.

                                   AYAH
                         We must be close to the water then 
                         -- Look, your jinnee must have been
                         touched by a devil, thus
                         malevolent. But mine, I've had it
                         since childhood. It's clean,
                         benevolent.

               Baudolino plays along.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         So, I'm supposed to be curious
                         about your... jinnee. What's the
                         payment plan?

               She moves over to lie next to him.

                                   AYAH
                         ... the wheelchair.



               EXT. MOBILE CAMP - DAY

               The ANTI-SONIC CAMOUFLAGE COVER stirs. Its surface matches
               the sand's ripples. Next to it, a CYLINDER with a string and
               straps. 

                                   BAUDOLINO (V.O.)
                         See how its appearance changed to 
                         matches the sand? The organic
                         pigment in the material does that.  
                         Thus, it's not discernible to the
                         remote drone operator.

               Huda men nod, reverently. 

               On the sand, two extended duffle bags. In color-coded
               pockets: cylinders, boxes, and accessories. 

               Baudolino gets a cylinder from the backrest holder.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (demonstrating)
                         Keep the cylinder strapped to your
                         back. Make sure the reusable blast
                         capsule is reloaded. It'll blast
                         the cover out automatically....If
                         it doesn't, press this button.

               Yungun emerges from under the cover. Reloads it into the
               cylinder.

               The AMOR unit rolls behind Baudolino's wheelchair. The arm
               extends, the pike spears the sand. HUMMM. Lights blink.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (points at the duffel bag)
                         In the boxes, covers for defense in
                         attack missions. What you --

               -- A yell. Heads turn. The Old Man runs down from a dune.

                                   OLD MAN
                         Habr Yunis! Yunis coming!

               Baudolino looks wondering at -- Khan Huda who, cusses.

                                   KHAN HUDA
                             (to Baudolino; deriding)
                         Men of poetry and... looove!

               Bearded Men wrap up the duffel bags. Run with them toward the
               mobile homes. 

               Old Man spread out the marketing folders.

               A BEDOUIN FAMILY with THREE CAMELS approach.

               HADI AGA (30s), the family head, rides on the first camel.
               Hauled by a KID. 

               On the second, led by an ARMED AGA MAN (20), a shugduf draped
               in cloth sways. 

               OLD AGA MAN (60s) hauls the third camel. A FAT OLD
               WOMAN(40s), in full hijab and burqa, drowses on the camel. 

               They stop by Baudolino and Huda men. 

               The drapery of the shugduf gets pulled over by a YOUNG WOMAN.
               A niqab on her face. 

               The families exchange polite greetings. Khan Huda introduces
               Baudolino.

                                   KHAN HUDA
                             (Arabic; subtitled)
                         We've been blessed to receive
                         business support from this
                         Frenchman. His products could
                         benefit from, say... even compete
                         on the International trade.

               Baudolino greets the Aga family with a polite nod. 

               Khan Huda points at the marketing brochures. 

               ON BROCHURES: UNIVERSAL FRIENDSHIP ORGANIZATION - UFO.
               Pictorials of electric milking equipment, camel milk butter,
               powder, soap, chocolate, and lip balm.

                                   HADI AGA
                             (Arabic; subtitled)
                         He doesn't look like a shepherd to
                         me....But let him bring the flock's
                         produce to fruition.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (Arabic; subtitled)
                         It's also in the hands of the men
                         worshipping the holy Books of
                         Wisdom.

               Hadi Aga and Khan Huda smile. Nod.

               Then exchange furtive looks of distrust.

               The Bedouin families bid farewell. 

               The Aga family gets going.



               - LATER

               Riding the camel, Hadi Aga turns to look back at -- the
               Huda's mobile camp.

                                   HADI AGA
                             (distastefully)
                         Mobile caravan!....They forgot the
                         traditional ways.

               A short nod at Armed Aga. 

               Armed Aga gets on his phone. Talks. Turns toward the Huda
               Camp. Nods at Hadi Aga.



               MONTAGE - DRONE SONIC ATTACK

               -- Hadi Aga tugs the camel to a fast gait. The others follow
               riding toward a small sand dune.

               -- In Huda camp, training continues. Baudolino holds a square
               device in this hand.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         ... to install the app on your
                         phone. That's how we know the sonic
                         gun's frequency and pow --

               -- Aga Family on the top of a small dune. They look up. Three
               DRONES fly over.

               -- Armed Huda jolts at the sight of the approaching drones.

                                   ARMED HUDA
                             (in Arabic; subtitled)
                         -- Ruuun!



               END OF MONTAGE

               Panic in the camp. Men wrap up the marketing brochures.

               Three green drones hover overhead. A deafening pitch starts. 

               Men and Women run cupping ears with their hands toward the
               mobile homes. 

               Mobile homes' extensions retract. Solar petals close. 

               Yungun cover pops from the cylinder. He wraps it on his body
               while running. Stumbles. 

               Baudolino's cylinder pops. The cover deploys and covers him
               and the wheelchair. A mound of sand. 

               Baudolino under the cover. Muffled sonic pitch.

               High pitch. AMOR unit rolls erratically. Tips the wheelchair. 



               INT/EXT. UNDER THE SONIC COVER/DESERT- LATER

               Silence. Baudolino sweats, pinned down sideways in the tipped
               wheelchair. 

               He pulls over the cover. No sound. Blinding sun. The AMOR's
               pike sticks up. Caught between two segments of the crawler
               tracks. 

               He gets up from the seat. Cocks his ears. Snaps his fingers.
               No sound. He's deaf. Looks around.

               Empty camp. Bursts of wind swirl the sands. Tracks vanish
               into desert. 

               He wrestles the chair upright with AMOR's drill as leverage.  

               He gets the SUITCASE from the wheelchair's side. Opens it.
               Inside, a LAPTOP, HEADSET, GOOGLES.

               He turns on the laptop. 

               ON LAPTOP: Repetitive "Network Interface Controller Failure".

               The phone. Also dead. He repacks. Puts the googles on.

               He rolls following the tracks. The pike beats the sand. One
               thud per rev.



               - LATER

               Swirls of sand cover the tracks. They split. He rolls
               Northbound.

               On the top of a dune, he takes the googles off. Scans the
               horizon. Only desert. He's dizzy, tired.

               A burst of energy.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (no sound; subtitled)
                         Alone, alone, I feel at home.
                         I hide from all, and feeling whole.

               The energy drains.

               At the edge of sight -- a vision. He turns. 

               A shimmering fortress? Tower? 

               He blinks. Shakes his head. Still there.

               He rolls toward it. 



               EXT. FORTRESS EXTERIOR - DAY

               He stops on the rough stone pavement in front of the
               fortress's two-sided gate. Two wrought iron-barred doors at
               the top. 

               He yells for attention. No sound. 

               The barred windows look back -- turn blind eyes. 

               He waits. 

               One of the doors opens. Behind the bars, the head of a nun.
               Black headpiece. 

               MARIE (60s) briskly shoos him away. Slams the door shut.

               Baudolino swears at length. Sweats.



               EXT. FORTRESS EXTERIOR - NIGHT

               Under the anti-sonic cover, he shivers. Falls asleep.



               EXT. FORTRESS EXTERIOR - MORNING

               He shouts at the gate. Waits. 

               Gate's doors -- blind eyes.

               He pleads for mercy. Explains.

               Both door opens. Marie's head on one. LUMPA's head, black
               woman, nun's headpiece on, on the other.

               Marie sternly argues. Shakes her head. The other woman argues
               with her. Compassionately.

               Marie shakes her head. Slams the door shut. Lumpa keeps
               starring at -- Baudolino through the bars.

               Baudolino berates.



               - LATER

               Baudolino dozes off, sweating under the hot sun. 

               A water skin bag and a small package drop next to the
               wheelchair.

               He drinks and eats.

               Refreshed, he starts a new round of pleads. 

               The doors -- blind eyes.



               EXT. SOMALIAN DESERT - NIGHT

               Moon over the desert and fortress. Sound and lights of
               explosions afar. 

               Inside the fortress's walls, a big building with solar
               panels, a MOONLIGHT TOWER, a STONE TOWER and broken walls. On
               the sides of the building, an ORCHARD and a COURTYARD. 

               Two drones buzz around the fortress. Hover above the -- mound
               of pavement's stones.   



               MONTAGE BAUDOLINO DREAM

               -- Baudolino sleeps under the sonic cover. Silence.

               -- A gleaming steampunk drone-gramophone blasts rock-and-roll
               music through its horns.

               -- His fingers twitch. Strumming the cords of a guitar.Wakes
               up. Relaxes. Drifts back into the dream land.

               -- A big white room with large windows. The white draperies
               wave. He sleeps in a white bed, wrapped in bright, white
               sheets. 

               -- A shapely blond NURSE (20s) in white Red Cross uniform
               sweeps his brow with a moist cloth. Water drops run down his
               cheeks. 

               -- His crossed eyes open. A beatific smile. He extends his
               hand toward the nurse's hand.



               END OF MONTAGE



               INT. CONVENT - RECEPTION BUILDING- BAUDOLINO'S ROOM - DAY

               A sunburned hand extends. 

               A black, tattooed hand clasps around it.

                                   BAUDOLINO (O.S.)
                             (somnambulant)
                         I love you!

                                   LUMPA (O.S.)
                             (funny)
                         I love you too.

               LUMPA (20s), British, punk afro hairstyle, pierced ears,
               black habit, holds Baudolino's hand.

               He lies in a narrow, wood-carved bedframe bed, covered with
               white sheets. Still under the spell of dreams. Sunburned face
               and lips daubed with white balm. 

               Marie squeezes a milk-soaked cloth in a basin. She hands it
               over to Lumpa. 

               Still holding Baudolino's hand, Lumpa gently cools his brow
               with the cloth. Water drops run down Baudolino's cheeks.

               He wakes up. Blinks. Looks at the sunrays trickling through
               the waving white draperies. 

               Then at Lumpa. He's confused. What... where... who? 

               Then scared -- at his feet. 

               Then relieved at -- the stretcher reclining in a corner.

               A large room with white walls, a tall wood double door across
               the bed. A solid wood desk in front of an ogive window. 

               On the walls, iconic representations of religious beliefs. A
               Christian Trinity painting. New Age religious posters. An
               INTERFAITH CALENDAR opened to "March 2067". 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (concerned; not hearing
                              himself)
                         ...

                                   LUMPA
                             (confident)
                         -- No worries. It's outside. I know
                         how these wheelchairs work.

               Baudolino points at his ear. Shakes his head.

               Lumpa gets it. She mimics driving the wheelchair. Points at
               herself. Thumb up.

               Lumpa nods at Marie, who walks to open the door. 

               Two nuns caught listening behind the door. FACUNDA (40),
               Mexican, fat, dressed in blue habit, and FUJI (30), dressed
               in Japanese Buddhist nun habit.

               They rush in. Habits of different colors. Adorned with little
               ethnic accents.

               Other NUNS barge in, curious, giggling. They nudge against
               each other to better see Baudolino.

               PIPPI (40s), Italian, red curly hair and freckled face,
               wearing a carpenter's belt over the habit.

               ZUZU (30s), Swedish blonde tall, thick lips, somewhat
               attractive,

               BRIGHID (30s), Irish, petite, plantain-nosed, Celtic fashion
               braided blond hair.

               BOB (40s) German, frizzy red hair, foxy- eyed.

               BADIA (30s), Ethiopian Muslim, dark skin, blue eyes, brown
               habits. 

               Marie keeps a defying stance. 

               Baudolino in heavens. Nods at -- their soundless moving lips. 

               DOMINO (35), the prioress, French, bland-looking brunette, 
               complete white nun's habit and headpiece, makes her way
               through the group. 

               She stops by Baudolino's bed. Scrutinizes him. Neutral. Tells
               him something.

               Baudolino touches his ears. Apologetic. But he remembers his
               ordeal. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (angry; not hearing
                              himself)
                         ...

               He points at the --  Trinity painting. Then at the Heavens. 

               Gradually, he loses steam. Hand drops on chest. Stops
               talking.

               Domino remains serene.

                                   DOMINO
                             (French accent; to
                              sisters)
                         Let's give him peace.

               She ushers the nuns out of the room. Closes the door.

               Lumpa puts a glass of milk on the night table. Sits on the
               bed. Rests a comforting hand on Baudolino's chest. Starts
               singing. 

                                   LUMPA
                             (softly)
                         Baby born, Baby burned.

               Baudolino looks at -- her hand resting on his chest. Calms
               down.

               Lumpa's hand inches from his chest to abdomen. Then lower.
               Singing. 

               Baudolino's looks down. Suddenly up.

               Domino in the doorframe.

                                   DOMINO
                             (to Lumpa)
                         Especially you!

               Lumpa swiftly retracts her hand. Stands up pointing at -- the
               bell on the side table. 

               Mimics to Baudolino to ring it. Walks to the door.

               Baudolino throws a defying smile at Domino, who -- responds
               in kind.

                                   DOMINO
                         Ignore our sisters'... confused
                         undercurrents.

               She slams the door.



               CORRIDOR

               Lumpa walks ahead of Domino. 

               By the wheelchair, she attempts to get on it. Domino grabs
               her elbow.

                                   DOMINO
                         Not now, sister. Let's join the
                         others.

                                   LUMPA
                             (protesting)
                         He wants it in his room!

               Domino drags her away.



               WORKROOM

               Lumpa walks in. 

               A large room with arched windows overlooks the orchard. On
               the opposite side, racks with HANDCRAFTS, MATERIALS, and
               TOOLS.

               The sisters chat and argue. 

                                   MARIE
                         ... does not belong here!
                         We have to follow the vow of
                         chastity.

                                   LUMPA
                         I don't see how you could possibly
                         break that.

               Domino listens, standing in the doorframe.

               Marie falls into prayer. Lips move. Fingers roll Christian
               rosaries. By her seat, a vintage WHOOL SPINNING WHEEL and
               small buckets of wool and yarn.

               Zuzu pedals on a WORKOUT BIKE. A serene smile on her face.

                                   ZUZU
                         I don't care about men. They don't
                         exist for me.

               Lumpa stops by and watches the -- front of the bike seat. 

               She nudges Zuzu over.

                                   LUMPA
                         I see how this could work. Let me
                         try it.

               She gets on. Starts pedaling.

               Domino walks along the sisters' tables. Stops at some.

               Pipi chops a piece of wood. By her bench, HUMAN DOLLS WITH
               ELONGATED LEGS.

               Facunda weaves raffia into a small SANTOS DOLL. A bunch of
               them and Christian crosses pile on her bench. 

               Brighid weaves BRIGID CROSES charms from straws.

               Fugi makes origami religious crosses.

               Badia lines up long Muslim prayer beads.

                                   BADIA
                         The Muslim Sufi law asks us to open
                         our arms even to the apparent evil.
                         There should be beauty inside... we
                         only need to want it discovered.

               Marie looks up from the spinning wheel.

                                   MARIE
                             (flustered)
                         He'll have get in his machine and
                         out the gate....We are all here to
                         heal from the abuse of men... among
                         other reasons.

               Next to her, Bob makes macrame patterns with an ELECTRONIC
               DEVICE. She disagrees with Marie. Shakes her head.

                                   DOMINO
                             (to all; walking)
                         Men may be bad, but let us not
                         forget that we gave them the apple.

               Bob nods in agreement. 

               Lumpa bikes in a blissful mood. 

                                   LUMPA
                         Oh, yeeah! Yeaaah, yeaaah.

                                   DOMINO
                             (to all)
                         Sisters! We withdrew from the
                         tormented world to reach the level
                         of tranquility... that allows us to
                         restore the peace within ourselves.
                             (to Marie)
                         There may be something good about
                         this man. We should give him...
                         temporary comfort.
                             (to all)
                         Let us not forget our sins. Let's
                         take responsibility, and repent! If
                         we reconcile within ourselves, we
                         could help others. That's how we'll
                         fulfill the larger scope of our
                         mission... to bring harmony to this
                         world. 

                                   MARIE
                             (upset) 
                         Let's vote.

                                   LUMPA
                             (in good spirits)
                         Let's bike, not vote! Voting will
                         divide us.



               BAUDOLINO'S ROOM - DAY

               Baudolino wakes up. White ointment over his sunburns. 

               UPTO here

               He rings the bell. Muffled CLINGS. 

               He snaps his fingers. Muffled SNAPS. 

               Looks around. A sigh of relief at the wheelchair and the
               marketing brochures. 

               Domino and Marie come in. 

               Domino carries a tray  with food and a glass of milky-whitish
               beverage. Without the headpiece. Hair tied up in a conch.
               She's rather pretty than bland.    

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Oh, it's you...

                                   DOMINO
                             (stern)
                         Who did you expect?

               Marie sets his cleaned white linen suit and a small pile of
               artisanal clothes on the wheelchair.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Can you sing?

               Marie is intrigued. She rips the calendar's "April 2067"
               page.

                                   DOMINO
                             (to Baudolino; frowning)
                         ....O, la, la, that one! Animal
                         instincts --

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         -- Can't hear you well, please
                         louder.

               Marie storms off the room. Bangs the door shut.

                                   DOMINO
                         Animal instincts! I won't leave you
                         and Lumpa alone in the same room.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Are you safer?

               Domino sets the tray on the chair next to the bed. 

               Baudolino points at the -- the milky-whitish beverage. What's
               that?

                                   DOMINO
                         Choud d'oeuf.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         What's that?

                                   DOMINO
                         French sort of... milkshake. Warm
                         milk, honey, and egg... good for
                         recovery -- Listen! The sisters
                         want you out... back to wherever
                         you came from.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (mocking)
                         How cruel! Aren't you supposed to
                         help the unfortunate?

               She looks at -- his legs.

                                   DOMINO
                         ....What happened?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         I don't want to talk about it. I
                         need time to think... hide for a
                         while. Can I hide here?

                                   DOMINO
                         Hiding for self-preservation is an
                         animal instinct. A hermit withdraws
                         to enlighten his spiritually and --

               -- She stops. Offended. 

               Baudolino's rolls his eyes.

               She nods at the food tray. Leaves, muttering.

                                   DOMINO
                         -- man behavior!

               Slams the door shut.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Nut hard to crack.



               LOBBY - DAY

               Baudolino rolls out into the lobby. Dressed in artisanal
               shorts and cotton shirt. Face's sunburns mostly healed. Skin
               peeling. 

               A stone-walled space. Two arcades ahead: one open to another
               room, the other with decorative wrought iron. 

               He looks around. To the near-left, a freight elevator door.
               Far-left, stacks of WHITE STENCILED BOXES.

               He rolls over, curious. 
               White boxes stenciled with "Abbaye de Sisterhood Wines."

               He picks up wine bottles: 2055 Grenache Abbaye de
               Sisterhood," "2060 Muscat Blank Abbaye de Sisterhood."
               Chuckles. 

               He exits through the door on the right.



               EXT. GARDEN - CONTINUOUS

               He passes by the CHAPEL on the right.

               Chickens flap and scatter, scared. 

               Geese stretch their necks, alert. 

               Sheep graze, unperturbed. 

               Lumpa and Zuzu wave at him from the workroom's door, smiling.

               Baudolino waves and smiles back. 

               The wheelchair bumps into a crumbled wall. His head jerks up.  

               On the left, the Moonlight Tower. A damaged metal and broken
               glass structure at the top.

               On the right, the stone tower. Rough base. Smooth, rounded
               off top.

               He rolls around the corner of the building.



               EXT. ORCHARD - CONTINUOUS

               In the doorframe of a room, toes flex and stretch. 

               Pippi comes out trying a pair of WOODEN CLOGS. 

               She waves Baudolino over.



               INT. PIPI WOODSHOP - CONTINUOUS

               Curling wood shavings litter the floor. Marionettes and
               religious carvings cram the shelves.
               Tools hang above stacked wood blocks and long poles. A pair
               of HIGH STILTS leans against the back wall. 

               Pipi gets a marionette. Plays ventriloquist.

                                   MARIONETTE
                             (in Italian; subtitled)
                         Do you want to learn Italian with
                         me?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Buongiornissimo! Come butta?

               Pipi laughs.   

                                   MARIONETTE
                         Molto bene! Ci si becca!

               Baudolino gives them both a thumb-up.



               EXT. ORCHARD - CONTINUOUS

               He rolls by the elevator's grill. The elevator comes down.
               The grill gate opens. 

               He stops.

               Domino and Bob get out. 

               Marie remains in the elevator. Hands on a cart loaded with
               white folded boxes. She watches over. 

               Domino shakes off hay straws from her dress. Sweeps her
               perspired face. Removes her scarf. 

                                   DOMINO
                             (to Baudolino)
                         Voila! The hermit came out of the
                         hiding.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         I was looking for your sense of
                         humor.

                                   DOMINO
                         It's tonic, isn't it?

               She touches his forehead.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         And bubbly! Goes well with the good
                         vibrations beamed by some nuns.

                                   DOMINO
                             (stern)
                         Sisters! Sisters of our sisterhood.
                         -- Fever's gone! 

                                   DOMINO
                             (to Marie)
                         Marie, when is the truck due?

                                   MARIE
                         Friday. God willing.

               She closes the grill. Elevator descends.

                                   DOMINO
                             (to Baudolino)
                         There! It'll take you to Djibouti.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Ah, Djibouti... an enjoyable ethnic
                         diversity to hide amongst.
                         Italians, Japanese, Russians,
                         Indians... not to mention the "O
                         La, La" people.

                                   DOMINO
                         May God guide your walk in
                         silliness.

               She regrets the slip of tongue. Looks at -- his feet. 

               Bob crosses herself.

               Baudolino rolls away. Queasy.



               EXT. GATE - CONTINUOUS

               He halts at the gate.

               A narrow, broken wooden bridge juts high below the two small
               doors. A thick bar locks the gate across. To the side, a
               stone stair climbs toward the bridge.

               Two HIGH STILLTS lean on the stairs. 

               Eureka!

               He grabs the stairs' edge. Hauls himself up. Hand over hand.
               At the top, a jump-turn lands him on his butt. Next to the
               stillts. 

               He straps them under his knees.

               Lowers them. Slowly, hesitating. What if...?

               The stilts touch the ground... 

               He gets up on them. Wobbles... steadies... balances. .. then,
               rejoicing, strides down the alley.

               The sisters look at him, hands to mouths. Astonished.
               Frightful.

               Fugi applauds gingerly. Pipi laughs happily. Zuzu nods,
               impressed. 

               Marie walks away. Furious.

               Domino freezes. Agape.

               Lumpa walks along, directing him to -- the opening on the
               higher level of the building. 

               She runs back to the wheelchair. 

               Baudolino leans against the edge of the opening. Falls
               backwards on a haystack. Rests.



               INT. HAY STORAGE/CRAFTS STORAGE - DAY



               CRAFTS STORAGE - SAME TIME

               Lumpa exits the elevator, on the wheelchair. Stops and
               stretches, and pushes a button. "LOCK" red light.

               A broad room lit by narrow side windows. Cracked plaster of
               faded frescoes.

               Shelves stacked with boxes. Racks of wool. Raffia grass.
               Woven fabrics. Glass jars. Bottles. 

               She rolls by a broken spinning wheel.



               HAY STORAGE - CONTINUOUS

               She stops behind Baudolino. He turns his head. 

               She kneels. Slicks. 

               Head over head. Nose to nose. Her eyes and nostrils flaring
               at the prey.

               She crawls around. Sits on his quads. Takes her headpiece
               off. 

               Unbuttons the blouse. Shows off the cleavage. 

               He gallantly surrenders. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Got milkshake?

                                   LUMPA
                         Yep! And mine's better than "O, La,
                         La's" choddo!

               She stretches backward and unstraps his stilts. 

               The stilts fall. 

               Bounce to a rest on the alley.



               INT. BAUDOLINO'S ROOM - EVENING

               Domino fumes. Liberated from monastic constraints. Flicks a
               strand of hair. Raises her arms. 

                                   DOMINO
                         -- but what do I tell them? Walking
                         on stilts? Strapped in the
                         wheelchair! 
                             (stuttering)
                         Fffu... flir...ting with
                         Lumpa!?

               She's wild. Attractive. Paces the room.

               Baudolino doesn't miss the show.

               She clears her throat. Settles for a dignified expression.

                                   DOMINO
                         It's a devilish mystery! What
                         happened with your...

               She points at his legs.

                                   DOMINO
                         ... lower quarters!

               He points at his head. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Higher quarters curiosity.

               Domino prompts him to continue.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         It's a secret. An omen! It comes at
                         a cost. You can't afford it -- 
                         Say... something like... you --

                                   DOMINO
                         -- stop it! I can anticipate your
                         sinful... prevailing animal
                         instincts.

               Humorously resigned, he points at the marketing brochures.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         I was cursed by a curandera. On a
                         business trip.

                                   DOMINO
                         What business? Curandera in Africa?

               Baudolino puffs. Caught off guard.

                                   DOMINO
                         What did you do to her?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (antsy)
                         -- Ohh, again... animal instincts!
                         I said I was curious.... This
                         Pyramid Head in the Amazon
                         jungle... actually a sha-woman --

                                   DOMINO
                             (suppressing a laugh)
                         -- Pyramid Head!

               She burst out in a hearty laugh...

                                   DOMINO
                         That's it! Brain damage. I'll tell
                         my sisters there's nothing wrong
                         with your legs. Just a nutcase
                         case.

               She walks away. Stops at the door.

                                   DOMINO
                             (composed)
                         We have nutcase sisters here.
                         They'll vote to give you a break.
                         Maybe.

               She leaves closing the door. Gently.



               INT. HAY STORAGE - DAY

               The wheelchair and the pile of hay at the edge of the
               platform. 

               Outside, Baudolino, Lumpa and Pippi pick apples. 



               EXT. ORCHARD - CONTINUOUS

               On high stilts. Put apples in shoulder totes. 

               Sunburns healed, Baudolino looks down. Domino walks by. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Catch!

               He throws an apple. 

               She looks up. 

               She catches it on the fly. Dexterously.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Could it be that Adam gave the
                         apple to Eve?

               Domino tosses the apple. Looks up. Freezes. 

                                   DOMINO
                             (yelling)
                         Ruuun!

               TWO DRONES, green and black color patterns, hover above. 

               The sisters run for cover. Apples fall on the ground. 

               A high pitch starts. Lumpa and Pippi run to the hay's storage
               opening. Plunge inside. The sonic cover pops from the
               wheelchair.

                                   PIPI
                         Vacca Puttana!

               Baudolino aims the gun. 

               A laser dot on the first drone. Three pops. The pitch stops. 

               The drones wobble. Crash on the alley. 

               A GREEN DOME breaks away from the rubble. Rolls to rest
               between apples.

               Sisters stick out their heads from doors and windows.
               Cautious. Cross themselves.

               Domino walks out from the building. Looks at the crashed
               drones. Then miffed at Baudolino's -- gun.

               Baudolino stands by the edge of the opening. Looks inside.

               Lumpa and Pipi feel with their hands the sonic cover. Wonder
               at the hazy patterns of their bodies and the hay.



               INT. BAUDOLINO'S ROOM - DAY

               Baudolino works, hunched over the desk overlooking the
               courtyard.

               Domino bursts into the room -- without knocking. 

               Takes her time to grasp what's on the desk: open suitcase,
               gizmos inside, soldering kit, drone's dome, wires hanging out
               from the laptop's circuit boards.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Feel free to come in. Any time. No
                         need to knock on the door.

                                   DOMINO
                         Wow! That's what I call a complex
                         business profile. Guns, hi-tech
                         electronics, U.F.O., travels from
                         the South American jungle to the
                         African deserts --

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         -- It is what it is, and it isn't
                         what it is not.

                                   DOMINO
                         Fine! I came to thank you for
                         your... performance. The sisters
                         are grateful. But they... I am also
                         concerned about the trouble ahead.

               Baudolino lowers his head. Looks at Domino who -- raises an
               eyebrow.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         The truck, then?

                                   DOMINO
                         We're waiting for a message.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (funny)
                         Pigeon message! Great! Then we have
                         time to trade secrets. And omens.

                                   DOMINO
                             (leaving)
                         I'm not curious. Not expecting much
                         from --

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (mischievous)
                         -- Pecker? It's a good story. You
                         should. 

               Domino has another bout of furry. About to cry. 

               She rushes out. Bangs the door shut.



               INT. BAUDOLINO'S ROOM - NIGHT

               Smoke plumes from the drone's dome. A pen melts solder. 

               Cot-covered fingertips pluck a chip.

               Under a LED light, a PLASTIC FRESNEL LENS magnifies the tiny
               "Made in USA" stamp. 

               Baudolino solders the chip into the laptop. Turns the laptop
               toward the monitor. Taps on schematics and icons.

               ON LAPTOP 

               Jagged flickers. 

               "ADAPT FREQUENCY FAIL." 

               "ITERRATIONS IN PROGRESS." 

               "FREQUENCY MATCH: 59%... 73%... 82%."

               "CONNECTING TEST." 

               "CONNECTION FAILED." 

               He reclines in the wheelchair, disappointed. Watches the 
               glowing firepit in the courtyard. 

               Sisters advance in a file. Circle around the firepit.  

               He switches off the LED light. 

               Pulls a -- "2055 Grenache Abbaye de Sisterhood" bottle from
               the wheelchair's side bag. Pours wine in a glass. Takes a
               gulp. Watches the vesper ceremony. 



               EXT. COURTYARD - CONTINUOUS

               New moon. The Moonlight Tower reflector shuts off.

               The sisters throw incense in the fire. Embers flare. Smoke
               rises.

               Bare feet. Raffia-woven sandals. A pair of clanking clogs. A
               pair of high heels.

               Lumpa falls into a trance. Quivers, then stills. Crosses her
               hands on her belly.

                                   LUMPA
                         Madonna, Oh, Black Madonna, 
                         Where is my place in this world?!

               Tears stream down her glowing cheeks.

                                   LUMPA
                         My soul heavy. Mind swirled.



               LUMPA'S TRANCE

               A gentle halo above BLACK MADONNA's head. Wrapped in a dark
               blue mantle, she holds a BLACK BABY GIRL in her arms. The
               baby -- curly hair tied in a conch with pink bow -- cries.

               A tear runs from the inner corner of Black Madonna's eye.

               She comforts the baby.

               In the background, a gray, windy winter landscape. Cohorts of
               disheartened people drag their feet on the path to nowhere.

                                   BLACK MADONNA
                             (Lumpa's voice; soothing)
                         Blessed are you who weep now, for
                         you shall laugh!

               The baby stops crying. Black Madonna smiles, embraces her
               dearly. 

               In the background, the winter landscape SHIFTS to spring. A
               meadow explodes in blossoms. People arrive, laughing,
               dancing.

                                   BLACK MOTHER
                             (lullaby)
                         Spring is coming, mark my word,
                         Tears dry and sadness die.
                         A New Baby, a New World, 
                         Laughter's sun will rise up high.

               The baby applauds, playfully.



               END OF TRANCE

                                   LUMPA
                         Our place in this world.

               She opens her eyes. 

               Marie embraces her. The sisters surround them. Compassionate.

               Lumpa bursts into laughter. Hard. Shakes Marie off.

               The sisters step back. 

               Lumpa steps up on the firepit ledge. Disrobe. Her habit lands
               in the flames. 

               Bra. Garters. G-string. High heels. Pregnant belly. Arabic
               letters tattooed on her hip.

               Domino lunges to save the habit. Collides with Marie, who
               gets it first. Marie rushes to cover Lumpa.

               Lumpa invokes the heavens.

                                   LUMPA
                             (forceful)
                         Why must I cry first? I'm young and
                         beautiful!

               Confusion spreads among the sisters -- except Zuzu, who nods
               in agreement.

                                   LUMPA
                         The Black Madonna sang to me...
                         about the baby born to end the doom
                         of sadness... to bring happiness to
                         us! Her song foretells spring, the
                         sun of laughter rising in the sky.
                         We need... laughter!

               She LAUGHS harder. 

               The sisters brighten. Join in the laughter. 

               Domino fumes.



               EXT. PLAYGROUND - DAY

               Sunny day. Skirts swish, feet leap. Shouts of effort and
               encouragement. 

               On the sandy patch near the orchard, Zuzu and Bob play
               volleyball against Brighid and Facunda. Habits on, headpieces
               off. Zuzu's habit tied above her knees. 

               Zuzu plays well. Facunda misses overhead passes. 

               Baudolino watches from the wheelchair. Domino sits on a
               bench.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Notice how quiet it is? Like the
                         war's over?

               Domino raises an eyebrow.

                                   DOMINO
                         Too quiet for you, hah? No drones
                         to shoot at... no excitement?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Bah! Had excitement last night.
                         Didn't know your sisters could
                         laugh... that hard.

               Domino stiffens.

                                   DOMINO
                             (incredulous)
                         Did you --

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         -- Yep! Couldn't take my eyes --

                                   DOMINO
                             (stern)
                         -- Don't mention it. I'll
                         straighten that up with Lumpa. And
                         Marie.

               Silence. They watch the game. 

               Facunda drops out. Nods at Domino.

               Domino stands up. Lifts and ties the habit around her --
               athletic legs. Sandals off.  

               Baudolino watches with increasing interest.

               She strides to the court. Bends her knees. Clasps hands.
               Extends arms. Follows volleys. 

               Brighid jumps, returns the most. 

               A pass arches above the net. A hand spikes it. 

               IN SLOW MOTION: Domino slams the ball. Like a pro. Lands
               sporty. 

               Baudolino is aghast.



               LATER

               Sandals in her hand, Domino walks along Baudolino's
               wheelchair. She wipes off the sweat from her brow.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         You may be a nutcase yourself. How
                         did you land in this place. And
                         your sisters? 

                                   DOMINO
                         Curious as usual. Let's keep our
                         secrets -- The truck from Saylac is
                         due tomorrow. It'll take you to
                         Lawyacado.

               Baudolino stops. 

               She turns. A blank look on her face.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Come.



               INT. BAUDOLINO'S ROOM - LATER

               Baudolino points at the electronics on the desk.  

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         I couldn't make this work. I need
                         to get in touch with my people.

               Domino waits in the door frame.

                                   DOMINO
                         The driver has a phone.

               Baudolino shakes his head. No way!

                                   DOMINO
                         Fine. Follow me.



               INT. DOMINO'S ROOM - LATER

               In the middle of the room, a big canopy bed with sculpted
               bedposts. Photos and posters on the walls.

               She rests her hand on bedpost. 

                                   DOMINO
                         The only thing that I've kept from
                         my mother... and the memories.

               He puckers his lips. Oh, well?

               She walks to the courtyard side wall. Nods at -- the picture
               of a well-off couple. The man with a colorful fez, short
               trimmed beard. She, a chic woman.

                                   DOMINO
                         My mother left France for
                         Somaliland.

               In the next picture, two women, one in a nun's habit. The
               chic woman, in a flashy dress.

                                   DOMINO
                         My aunt... prompted me to study
                         theology... L'Institut Catholique.

               Baudolino listens.

                                   DOMINO
                         Teaching us how God created the
                         people and nature.  Well, I
                         wondered! How about if Nature
                         created the People, who in turn
                         created the gods... and God?

               She has a brief remorse.

                                   DOMINO
                         That was a blasphemy. Even in
                         thought, God's punishment lies
                         heavy. 

               Recovers.

                                   DOMINO
                         But I left, nevertheless. Landed at
                         the Rosicrucian Order seminary. San
                         Diego -- Played beach volleyball...
                             (guilty)
                         Had a bad experience with a... 
                             (smirk)
                         Master. A man... of your likes.

               Baudolino laughs. Deriding.

                                   DOMINO
                         He was preaching theosophy. You
                         know... the intelligent beings of
                         the fourth-order teaching the third
                         order people how to experience
                         God....In exalted states.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Did you?

               He glances over at the -- Temple of the Rosicrucian poster
               "Sane Mind Soft Heart Sound Body" motto.

               Domino ignores him. Memories come alive.

                                   DOMINO
                         My stepfather fixed up this place
                         from ruin. My parents were killed
                         later, in 2052....This place
                         destroyed again. The Emperor took
                         possession of the land.

               She sits on the wooden bench by the window. Rests her hand on
               a stack of NEWSPAPERS -- the photo of a monarch with "The
               Emperor Fires Consortium" -- title page. 

                                   DOMINO
                         He gave me the concession to start
                         the convent, provided that all
                         religions are represented. Sort of
                         a... political decision.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         An apiarian then! He's weighing
                         each religion like a beekeeper
                         takes honey from every hive.

                                   DOMINO
                         Apiarian?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Like Jefferson. Whatever the bees'
                         colony has to offer.

                                   DOMINO
                         Obnoxious Americans! Taking
                         advantage of others.
                         That's why, we French don't like
                         your kind.... And I -- your
                         advances are bad for me -- And you?
                         Who are you? Actually!

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (reluctant)
                         CIA. Undercover. Delivered some
                         goods. We were attacked, they fled,
                         I was... left behind.

               Domino stands up. Go figure. 

               Walks to the ALL-IN-ONE COMPUTER on the wall. The display
               comes to life.

               ON DISPLAY: Domino's BIOMETRICS, LOGIN. Website launches.
               "UNIVERSALIST SISTERHOOD-UNISIS CONVENT," "MISSION
               STATEMENT," "INVITATION TO JOIN." Photos: convent, sisters,
               handcrafts, bottles of wine. 

               A text scrolls in the Message Box: "Routes dégagées, arrivée
               matinale."

                                   DOMINO
                             (to Baudolino)
                         The roads are clear. The truck
                         arrives tomorrow morning.

               She nod inviting him to the computer.

               He gets in front of it. 

               ON DISPLAY: Baudolino' BIOMETRICS. LOGIN."Unknown User". 

                                   DOMINO
                         Permission to use.

               ON DISPLAY: Baudolino's BIOMETRICS. LOGIN. BOOGLE browser
               launches. URL box. Microphone icon. News photos.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Fetch Unlimited Friendship
                         Organization.

               ON DISPLAY: UFO website. World map. Dots on countries. Photos
               of projects.  LOGIN. ENCRYPTION. Communication APPS. In
               SENDER window, Baudolino's biometric. RECEIVER window, black.
               Message boxes under each.  

               He types in the message box.

                                   DOMINO
                         Do you want me to step out?

                                   BAUDOLINO (V.O.)
                         No need to. I'm only telling my
                         controller that you are a curious
                         sister.

               She smiles. Walks behind him. Hand caressing his shoulders.
               Without touching. Walks to the window. Looks at the stone
               tower.

               Eyes lock on -- the smooth, rounded off top. Emotions stir.
               Lips part.

               She fights off the emotion. Lowers her head. Ashamed. Fingers
               Rosaries.



               INT. BAUDOLINO'S ROOM - MORNING

               Lips mold a kiss. Baudolino dreams. Muffled noise of tanks
               rumbling and gunfire rattling.  

               The convent's bells ring the alarm. Loud. He jolts awake.



               EXT. GATE - MORNING

               Noise of bullets hitting the gate. Baudolino rolls toward the
               gate. The sisters scatter for cover. 

                                   ATTACKER #1 (O.S.)
                             (in Arabic; harsh;
                              subtitled)
                         Open the gate!



               EXT. GATE INSIDE/OUTSIDE - MORNING



               INSIDE

               Gun belt strapped across his bare chest, baseball hat on,
               Baudolino climbs the gate's stairs. Hands and athletics. Fits
               the stilts on. Another salvo of bullets rattles against the
               gate.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (in Arabic; subtitled)
                         May Almighty grant you patience. 
               NOTE: All dialogue in this scene is in Arabic, subtitled,
               unless otherwise noted.

               He peers over the gate at -- THREE ARMED MEN, clothes slick
               with crude oil. They chew. Waver.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         May Almighty also grant you clean
                         clothes.

               Lumpa slips behind him, on the narrow board. She cracks the
               door. Keeps her head hidden.

                                   ATTACKER #1 (O.S.)
                         Foreigner! How dare you speak the
                         tongue of great Allah?

               Baudolino lowers his head.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (in English; to Lumpa)
                         They look like oilmen to me, not
                         terrorists.

                                   LUMPA
                             (in English)
                         SoHo soldiers. Somali Holy Spirit.
                         Pure souls. Believe that oil
                         protects them from bullets.

                                   ATTACKER #2 (O.S.)
                         Open the gate!

               A spray of bullets rattles the gate.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (In English; to Lumpa)
                         Why so unsteady? Drunk?

                                   LUMPA
                             (in English)
                         Qat chewing.



               OUTSIDE

               ATTACKER #1(30s), burly and short. ATTACKER #2(teen), slim
               and tall. They raise rifles. Swat flies. 

               ATTACKER #3(20s), handsome look, baseball cap, keeps chewing,
               squints at the -- cracked door. Lumpa's profile barely
               visible.



               INSIDE

               Baudolino sticks his head above the gate.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Why not work the oilfields? There's
                         more moolah in oil than bullets.



               OUTSIDE

                                   ATTACKER #1
                         Joking shows foolishness and
                         arrogance, American man -- I see by
                         the hat you wear.

               ATTACKER #3 whips off his baseball hat. Hides it in his back
               pocket.

               Baudolino's head above the gate.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         You seem to be an intelligent man.
                         Are you the leader?

               The attackers raise hands. Exchange glances. Hesitantly, they
               lower them.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         I know that your consorts do not
                         like your chewing qat -- And
                         believe me... the sisters in here
                         are more ferocious than your wives.
                         They asked me to tell you that it
                         was good for you to come, but
                         better was that you didn't come at
                         all.

               The attackers argue. Attacker #3 motions to leave.



               INSIDE

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         So now I'm asking you, how can I
                         help you go away? By making you
                         laugh or cry?

               Lumpa opens the door. Looks out.

               Attacker #1 through the bars.

                                   ATTACKER #1
                         Our Prophet says, do not laugh, for
                         laughing too much deadens the
                         heart.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Not mine! I have no choice.

               He pulls the gun from the holster. Lumpa grabs his arm. 



               OUTSIDE

               Bullets churn sand at the attackers' feet. Attackers #1 and
               #2 break, sprinting for the truck. 

               Attacker #3 lingers -- cocks his head -- flashes a sheepish
               towards the door. 

               Lumpa's looks through the bars. 

               The truck revs. Chokes. Takes off. Attacker # 3 catches up,
               gets in. 

               Bullets kick sand behind it.



               INSIDE

               Lumpa watches the -- truck shrinking away.

               She turns to look at the alley.



               EXT. ORCHARD'S ALLEY - CONTINUOUS

               The sisters spill out from their rooms. 

               Baudolino strides toward them. 

               Looks down at -- Domino, who looks up. Applauding. Admiring.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (to Domino)
                         Voila!

                                   DOMINO
                         Fearless, hah?

                                   SISTERS
                         Wunderbar! Subarashi! Meraviglioso!

               Lumpa looks out through the gate's door. 



               INT. BAUDOLINO'S ROOM - AFTERNOON

               Baudolino waits in the wheelchair. Suitcase and pamphlets
               packed. White linen suit on. In a farewell mood.

               He glances around at the religious icons, posters, and
               Trinity painting. The calendar on "May 2067". 

               Domino comes in. They look at each other... 

                                   DOMINO
                         The sisters... they say that you're
                         good for us, after all, a good man.
                         And that... you should stay as long
                         as you want.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         They want me for themselves, not
                         for my sake -- So much about
                         compassion. And you? What do you
                         want?

               Domino paces the room.

                                   DOMINO
                         The road was blocked. We'll have to
                         wait. Make the best of your time.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         That's what I wanted all along. To
                         make the best of the bees' nest...
                         actually of its Queen.

               She stiffens. Relaxes.

                                   DOMINO
                         I have to prepare the boxes for the
                         market.

               She leaves closing the door, slowly.



               LATER

               Baudolino watches... the sunrays trickling through the waving
               white draperies.

               A knock on the door. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (loudly)
                         Why knocking?

               Domino comes in.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Good manners, all of a sudden? 

               She raises an eyebrow. Curls a lip. So what?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         OK. Better question! How did
                         Rosicrucians, Curanderas, and
                         prophesying punks end up in this
                         bees' nest? 

                                   DOMINO
                             (proud)
                         I've got everything... an animist,
                         a Buddhist Reiki healer... a Muslim
                         sufi --

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         -- Any pure Christians?

                                   DOMINO
                         Marie -- Our New Age Faith has no
                         worship to impose or dogma to
                         propose. We believe that the
                         admission of the human thought's
                         diversity paves the way toward
                         universal harmony.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Oh là là! Universal harmony again!
                         You say no dogma, but you just
                         stated one. I don't believe in
                         dogmas. I am a curious doer, not
                         dreamer.

                                   DOMINO
                         Are you afraid of dogmas? --
                         Actually afraid of... anything...
                         in particular? 

               Baudolino hesitates. Domino waits.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Just touching the --

               -- Marie bursts into the room. Excited.

                                   MARIE
                         Lumpa ran away.



               EXT. GATE ALLEY - DAY

               Marie and Domino walk by stacks of boxes and merchandise.
               Fugi joins them. 

                                   DOMINO
                             (to Marie)
                         More trouble! You shouldn't have
                         brought her in.

                                   MARIE
                         You liked her being a Marianist...
                         her Black Army of Lady Mary
                         sisterhood.

                                   FUGI
                         Last time I saw her at noon.

               The gate is ajar. Locking bar on the ground. 

               A truck's beep. Fugi opens the gate. 

               The TRUCK backs into the alley.



               INT. BAUDOLINO'S ROOM - SUNSET

                                   DOMINO
                         Truck's here.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         She was in cahoots with one of the
                         attackers.

               Domino,what?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Lumpa! She knew the attackers. The
                         young one... lots of eyeing between
                         them. 

                                   DOMINO
                         You miss her?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Not my cup of tea.

               He rolls out. Without looking at her. 



               EXT. GATE ALLEY - SUNSET

               The sisters offload pallets with grapes on the truck's ramp.
               Upload stacks of boxes. 

               Marie pushes a cart with the white "Abbaye de Sisterhood
               Wines" stenciled boxes. 

               Baudolino rolls by Marie, who looks away. 

               The sisters stop working. Watching -- Baudolino. 

               He waits by the truck's ramp.

               Domino talks with the  DRIVER (50), bearded man. She gets a
               stack of newspapers and envelopes. Nudges toward Baudolino. 

               She joins Baudolino. Look down on him. He avoids looking up. 

                                   DOMINO
                             (soul searching)
                         We've never traded omens.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         You were not interested -- But
                         thank you for your hospitality.

               He rolls up the truck's ramp. 

               The sisters look over. Pipi waves.

               Marie raises a hand, hesitating.

                                   DOMINO
                             (to Marie)
                         Men are humans though, you know...
                         as well. -- This one, fearless...
                         and fearful....

               The track's ramp retracts.

                                   DOMINO (O.S.)
                             (forceful)
                         Hold on, right there!

               The driver sticks his head through the window. Wondering. 
               Open mouth. Teeth missing.

                                   DOMINO
                         I'm interested!



               INT. BAUDOLINO ROOM - NIGHT

               Domino shakes her head in disbelief. 

               In the courtyard, ember smolders in the firepit. The moon at
               the Waning Gibbous.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         ... So, Pecker touched me and
                         dropped dead!

               Domino acts dumb, plays smart. 

                                   DOMINO
                         There must have been something
                         wrong with... your Pecker!

               Baudolino breaks into laughter. Surprised by the pun. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         It's not funny, actually. I'm
                         afraid!

                                   DOMINO
                         By the power of God, you were made
                         to walk in life the way you want.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Yeah, but there was no certificate
                         issued.

                                   DOMINO
                         Well... the power of God is greater
                         than that of your... sha-show-woman
                         -- However, a true prophesy
                         warrants somebody's sacrifice!

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         I see how the satisfaction of
                         curiosity fans your flames. Any
                         other way of flaming your flames? 

               Domino bends over. Her profile close to Baudolino's. 

               She lifts -- his chin. Her index finger. Looks into his --
               crossed eyes.

                                   DOMINO
                         You came back just for that, then.
                         Tell me, 'cause I can't see into
                         your soul... through your crossed
                         eyes.

               She straightens up. Walks away. One last reproachful glance.
               Closes the door. Slowly.

                                   BAUDOLINO (O.S.)
                         Take one eye at a time!



               INT. CHAPEL - LATER

               Domino prays at the altar. Fingers a Rosicrucian rosary.

               Facunda lights up candles. One at a time, under paintings and
               symbols. Christian. Muslim. Buddhist. New Age.

                                   DOMINO
                         Masters! Clear the eyes of my body,
                         soul, and mind to see the
                         brightness of God's clemency and
                         wisdom....May God forgive me for
                         breaking my tranquility by
                         listening to men's blasphemies. May
                         God help me distinguish between
                         false and true prophecies. May God
                         strengthen my resolve on the
                         crossroads ahead....And I will take
                         responsibility for what happens to
                         me and those around. Amen.



               INT. WORKROOM - DAY

               The sisters work on their crafts. Chat. Zuzu does her yogic
               breathing next to the bike. In... and Out....

                                   MARIE
                             (resigned)
                         If we get to like him more... he'll
                         break our hearts when he feels like
                         leaving.

               Domino blinks, thoughtful.

                                   BADIA
                         We were rewarded for the offered
                         hospitality. He was good to us.
                         That proves that the light of
                         beauty could shine in the darkness
                         of the ugly.

                                   ZUZU
                         He's not ugly. Only his mind is F*
                         up.

                                   PIPI
                         I'm making him short stilts.

                                   FACUNDA
                         We should dispel the omen.

               The sisters stop working. Marie crosses herself.

                                   MARIE
                         Didn't we have enough with Lumpa's
                         blasphemy. And our evil laughter?
                         You want to bring yet another devil
                         into the house of God?

               Discretely, Domino signals at Facunda and Badia who -- nod.

                                   ZUZU
                         Lumpa had a prophesy that the world 
                         should learn about. Over here, she
                         made us all laugh... maybe just a
                         sign of our daily deprivation.

                                   DOMINO
                         Marie is right. Let us carry on
                         with our work.

               She leaves the room. Facunda and Badia follow.



               INT. CRAFTS STORAGE - LATER

               The three sisters by the rack with artifacts. Facunda
               rummages through boxes. Finds a Santos wood doll.

                                   FACUNDA
                         We should be able to dispel it. She
                         is a sha-woman after all. But he's
                         not supposed to know about it. And
                         it must be at full moon. 

                                   DOMINO
                         We have to be careful, it's more 
                         like... brain surgery. Clear the
                         fear, keep the strength of the
                         prophesy. 

                                   BADIA
                         I'll talk with Brighid. She knows a
                         few strong dispels.



               INT. DOMINO ROOM - NIGHT

               Baudolino sits in front of the computer and digital board. 

               Domino paces the room.

               ON DISPLAY: Video and audio communication APPS. VOICE TO
               TEXT, TEXT TO VOICE boxes, and MICROPHONE icon. SENDER and
               RECEIVER BIOMETRICS: Baudolino's face, clear. Bobby's face,
               warped.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Looking good as usual.

                                   BOBBY
                         Dhraagh goh warrrs baoue,
                         drajbourrrrteee   Deerhtageres
                         fsahrrr --

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Turn on text and voice, both ways.

               ON DISPLAY: Under Baudolino's SENDER, VOICE TO TEXT: "Turn on
               text and voice, both ways." 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Sorry about the no-show.

                                   BOBBY
                             (filtered; robotic)
                         Better like this. Russians bought
                         the land. Had to vacate the Italian
                         Center. Where are you now.

               ON DISPLAY: Under Bobby's RECEIVER window, VOICE TO TEXT:
               "Better like this. Russians..." 

               Texting keeps threading on both text boxes. Bobby's voice
               robotic, no inflections. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         At a convent... a good sister
                         changed her mind. Allowed me hiding
                         for a while.

                                   BOBBY
                         Brain deserted you in the desert.
                         Stuck under her habit.

               Baudolino turns to look at the -- Rosicrucian poster."Sane
               Mind Soft Heart Sound Body"

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         No. It's about healthcare through
                         altered states. Ecstasy! -- Where
                         are you now?

                                   BOBBY
                         Your aunt's patio.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         What? Wait... what are you doing
                         there?

               Domino stops pacing. Catches up. 

                                   BOBBY
                         Couldn't escape tempting. Gorgeous
                         woman your Auntie.

                                   DOMINO
                         Auntie?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (to display)
                         Have to go now. I'll ping you
                         later.

               He terminates the communication. Looks at Domino.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Just one more little secret.
                         Changed your mind on trading
                         secrets? Omens?

                                   DOMINO
                         If it doesn't cost too much.

               She walks to and lies in bed. 

               He is surprised. Hopeful. He rolls toward the bed. 

               She laughs lightly. Waves him away.

                                   DOMINO
                             (romantic)
                         Tired now....Tomorrow night...
                         under the full moon.



               EXT. DESERT/CONVENT - NIGHT

               A FULL, YELLOW MOON. A couple of clouds. Artillery flashes
               beyond the dunes. 



               CONVENT

               The moonlight washes the stone tower, Moonlight Tower,
               Chapel's two domes, and the firepit. 

               Domino sits on the firepits' edge. Baudolino in his
               wheelchair. 

                                   DOMINO
                         ... but I want to ask you this ...
                         about Lumpa's --

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         -- Oh, not again! Lumpa --

                                   DOMINO
                         -- Wait. It's about her vision. The
                         Black Madonna prophesy.

               Her palm rests on his leg. Her eyes visionary. 

               He looks at her hand. Then up at the chapel's two domes --
               his mind shaping them into a promise.

                                   DOMINO
                         The New Baby promising a harmonious
                         New Word full of laughter. The end
                         of the doom then?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (hopeful)
                         Between us?

               She smiles. Alluringly. 

               She leads the way to the reception building. Hand on his
               shoulder.



               INT. BUILDING - RECEPTION - NIGHT

               She calls the ELEVATOR. Glances back.

               He nods toward the -- stack of white boxes.

               She digs. Go gets a bottle of wine. 

               They ride up.



               CRAFT STORAGE - CONTINUOUS

               Exit the elevator. Go through the doors to the hay storage. 



               HAY STORAGE - CONTINUOUS

               Domino leads past the haystack. 

               He grabs her hand. Nods towards the haystack.

               She shakes her head. Walks to the metal stairs to the
               Moonlight Tower. 



               THE METAL STAIR

               She steps up two treads. Waits for him.

               He rolls and bumps on the stairwell. On purpose. Wonders at
               her. "What now?" 

               She challenges him. "What, what?" 

                                   DOMINO
                         I was counting on your Cirque du
                         Monde abilities.

               He concedes. Flips out of the chair. Upside down on his
               hands. 

               Walks to the stairs. Tread by tread. Hands, one by one.
               Climbs up. 

               Behind him, Domino supports his legs. 

               The moon highlights their silhouettes. Climbing up on the
               metal stairwell. Struts. The glass and metal cupola above.  



               THE CUPOLA

               Semidarkness. Domino backsteps on the floor, supporting 
               Baudolino's feet.

               His hands, face and chest. Behind him, Domino's legs and
               habit's skirt.

               NUEVO TANGO

               The legs step around the hands. 

                                   DOMINO (O.S.)
                         There is a platform right behind
                         you. Hand back until you feel it.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Platform? The haystack was better!

               Hands and legs step back. In line. In Sync. Tango like. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Nuevo Tango!

                                   DOMINO
                         Let yourself lie down on your back.
                         Slowly.

               Body flips. Hands and head fling under Domino's habit.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Promising landscape!

               She yanks the skirt off his face.

                                   DOMINO
                         Dirty mind.



               THE SETUP 

               Baudolino lies on a pattern of square PHOTOELECTRIC PLATES. 

               Above, the cupola. Metal structure with FRESNEL LENSES. Some
               broken, some intact. 

               The clouds clear the moon. The moonlight refracts through the
               lenses. Concentric light circles fill the room. 

               A focal spot on his brow. 

               On the floor, thick cables running up on the walls.
               Schematics and safety signs.

               Facunda, Brighid, and Badia emerge from the darkness. Line up
               at his feet.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (agitated)
                         What's this now?

               Domino shushes him gently. Sweeps his front with a small rug.
               He inhales. Chokes.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         First RAPÉ ... now rape?

               Slumps.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (submissive)
                         OK by me!

               Passes out. 

               Domino nods at the sisters. 



               THE FIRST EGG

               Facunda cracks an egg. Lets its content drop in a jar with
               water. 

               The yolk floats in the webby egg white.

               She walks with it along Baudolino's legs and body. The yolk
               sways. Round. 

               The jar above his head. The yolk grows spikes.

               Facunda nods, knowingly. It's the brain!

               The sisters acknowledge. Cross themselves. 



               THE BRIGID CROSS

               Brighid places a -- Brigid cross -- on Baudolino's brow. On
               the focal spot. 

                                   BRIGHID
                         Saint Brigid. You brought light to
                         the darkness --

               -- Facunda spills the jar's water on the floor. Sparks fly
               from cables. Smoke plumes from the control panels.

               The sisters jolt.

                                   BRIGHID
                         -- brought hope to the downcast.
                         May the mantle of your grace clear
                         the fog in this man's brain, bless
                         the hidden light of the prophecy
                         for harmony in this world.



               THE WOODOO DOLL

               Badia places a Voodoo Doll between Baudolino's legs.

                                   BADIA
                         Papa Legba, gatekeeper of the
                         destiny's doors to spaces and times
                         on earth. Retrace and undo the
                         spell that wants this man to walk
                         above the ground or else die.

               She sticks needles in the Voodoo Doll legs. 

                                   BADIA
                         Show him the door to a clean room
                         in his head and a happy future for
                         himself and all around.



               THE SECOND EGG

               Facunda breaks another egg into the jar's liquid.

               She holds it above Baudolino's brow. 

                                   FACUNDA
                         My blessed Guardian Angel. I
                         believe, and I adore you. I ask
                         pardon for this man who doesn't
                         believe nor love. But he will!
                         I offer my love insofar to obtain
                         the favor of lifting the omens of
                         the duende.

               Yolk stays round.

               Facunda smiles at Domino, who crosses herself. 

               The sisters cross themselves and leave.



               DOMINO

               Domino kneels. Rosary between fingers. Leans her head above
               Baudolino's.

                                   DOMINO
                         Mother of God. Forgive my sisters
                         for their pagan rituals. Allow
                         worshiping of gods and the goodness
                         of their souls to starve the hate
                         between religions and dogmas.
                         Mother of God, shine in mercy,
                         might, and grace to heal this man.
                         Free me from passion, desire, and
                         ignorance. Make the prophecies of
                         laughter come true, make laughter a
                         unifying ritual to heal the souls
                         and brighten people's lives. Let us
                         enjoy the fruit of knowledge. Do
                         not exile us, for we need to
                         contemplate the heaven of the
                         Universal Consciousness.

               Baudolino's eyes flicker open. 

               Domino stands up.

                                   DOMINO
                         God made you walk in life the way
                         you want! You should be free from
                         the omen. 



               BAUDOLINO

               He gets. Turns. Lets his feet hang. Looks at them. Then up at
               Domino. 

               She waits with extended hands. 

                                   DOMINO
                         Up! Up! On your feet now!

               Baudolino stands, unsure. Domino steadies him. 

               They wait.

               Burst into a cracking laughter. Embracing in joy.

               He baby steps toward the stairs. 

               First step down. 

               One more. Balance wavers. 

               Topples-headfirst.



               THE VOID

               His body vanishes down the stairwell.

                                   DOMINO (O.S.)
                             (screams)
                         Aaaaeeegh! 

               BLACK.



               INT. BAUDOLINO'S ROOM - DAY

               Baudolino blinks.

               In bed, he turns his head. Frowns at Domino.

                                   DOMINO
                         You fainted.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Must've been from excessive love
                         making.

               He gets up. Looks down at his feet.

               Domino hands him a mirror.

                                   DOMINO
                         Look! As prophesized... laughter
                         cures everything.

               His head's reflection stares back. Straight eyes. 

               He flashes a toothy smile. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Vraiment? Is it perception or
                         reason that makes you believe in
                         prophesies?

                                   DOMINO
                         Intuition is our forte... actually,
                         the premise of genius. If I believe
                         in a prophesy, it must be true!
                         Don't underestimate us... women. 

               He admires himself in the mirror. Again. Behind his face, --
               afar, a blur of PYRAMID HEAD SHA-WOMAN. 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Wow! Women of genius. We men write
                         manifestos about equality, then
                         have to beg you to meet us in the
                         middle.  

                                   DOMINO
                         Ha! I know which middle you have in
                         mind.

               She leaves. Waves him to follow.



               INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

               They walk by the open door of the sisters' workroom.

               Pippi and Marie wave at them.



               INT. WORKROOM - CONTINUOUS

                                   PIPPI
                             (to Marie)
                         ... Lumpa was laughing. And we --
                         it felt good.

                                   MARIE
                         Still, it was a blasphemy.

                                   BADIA
                         Quite contrary. I feel it was a
                         true prophecy.

                                   ZUZU
                             (in Yoga Dhanurasana)
                         A prophesy about laughing sounds
                         good to me. We should plan --

                                   MARIE
                         -- God laughs at those making
                         plans. 

                                   PIPPI
                             (wondering)
                         But what if you don't feel like
                         laughing?

               Zuzu inhales. Deep. Exhales slowly. Smiles. 

                                   ZUZU
                         It's easy. You just sit,
                         breathing... in, and out, fully
                         aware of the silence within. Listen
                         long enough -- and you'll start
                         smiling. Realize there's nothing to
                         smile for -- and you'll burst into
                         laughter.



               INT. DOMINO'S ROOM - LATER

               Domino and Baudolino in front of the computer. 

               ON DISPLAY: Piles of tires burning on the street. Drones
               hoover overhead, dispersing rallying teenagers. 

               "Let us be!" "Go Away!" placards fall.

               Tanks line the rim of a mining pit. Excavators and trucks
               crawl below.  

               Scrolling titles: "Somali Holy Spirit Army takes possession
               of North of Hargeisa Lithium mines..."

               A NEWS ACHOR presents.  

                                   DOMINO
                         Sick and tired of it! Boogle!
                         Search for true prophesies.

               ON DISPLAY: 

               "Symposium 2067-Fatima Third Prophesy," 
               "AI predicts Doomsday this year," 
               "JEE-SEATTLE 2067" 

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Stop! Go back -- Seattle, what?

               ON DISPLAY: Website, logo "JEE-SEATTLE 2067 Joint Essential
               Eschatology Conference." Mission Statement. Schedule. Ads.

                                   DOMINO
                         Right! That's what they do... sort
                         out true from false prophecies!
                             (in Latin)
                         FIAT RISUS, NON TENEBRIS!
                             (subtitled)
                         Let it be Laughter, not Doom!
                         ....We have to fly to Seattle!

                                   BAUDOLINO
                             (wishful)
                         Seattle? Hmm.

               She waits.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         We could start from the Space
                         Needle Tower. It's disaffected now 
                         -- but we could conclude... you
                         know... the Moonlight Tower
                         experience.



               INT. SEATTLE AUDITORIUM - DAY

               A 5000 capacity auditorium. Low balcony.

               MEN and WOMEN in audience buzz with anticipation. A colorful
               mixture of ethnic, clerical, paramilitary, business and
               government people.

               On stage CONFERENCE MASTER (60), clerical robe, and COMMITTEE
               MEMBERS on chairs. Above, a LED BILLBOARD.



               ON BILLBOARD 

               JOINT ESSENTIAL ESCHATOLOGY CONFERENCE JEE! SEATTLE 2067- THE
               RIGHT TO PROPHESY FOR ALL

               PROPHESY: WORD OF DEVIL 

               PRESENTER (60), short, white beard at the lectern. Cameraman
               records.

                                   PRESENTER
                         That's the time when the devil will
                         take over the Word of God, and
                         people will fall on the thorns of
                         despair.

               BALCONY MAN(30), tattoos on the neck, stands up. Phone and
               sandwich in hands. Shouts at Presenter.

                                   BALCONY MAN
                             (mouthful)
                         We heard that 15 years ago --

               AUDIENCE: Denial and agreement.

                                   BALCONY MAN
                         Your prophesy infringes on the
                         copyrights of the previous art.
                         That's not a vision. It's just a
                         false prophecy! Enough with the
                         prophesies of doom!

               FLOOR MAN #1 (50), business attire, shouts from below.

                                   FLOOR MAN #1
                         The prophesy sounds original to me.
                         It just reinforces the previous
                         one.

               The Balcony Man throws the sandwich at Floor Man #1. 

               FLOOR: Laughs and boos.

               Conference Master BANGS his scepter on the floor. 

               ON BILLBOARD: LEDs burst in "3253 RED" "1017 BLUE" "85
               YELLOW" "FALSE PROPHESY." 

               Brouhaha. 

               Presenter looks at the billboard. Slaps his papers on the
               lectern. Papers fly.

               Baudolino, signature white linen suit, and Domino, in white
               habit, take over the lectern. 

               ON BILLBOARD: "PROPHESY: UNIVERSAL CONSCIOUSNESS ERA"

               Domino raises a Victory Hand. The chatter subsides.

                                   DOMINO
                         No doom!

                                   AUDIENCE PEOPLE
                         No doom!

               AUDIENCE: Victory Hands. Phones flash.

                                   DOMINO
                             (protesting)
                         Why is it that we have an
                         Eschatology Conference? Only?
                             (funny) )
                         J-E-E-E!

               Laughs.

                                   DOMINO
                             (serious)
                         Since the 17th century we had only
                         one true, optimistic prophesy from
                         the Venerable Mary of Agreda. We
                         present now two recent, TRUE
                         prophesies coming through
                         channeling visions of a sister in a
                         Somaliland convent, and a shaman in
                         the Amazonian Jungle.

               Domino invites Baudolino.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         The Amazonian shaman turns out to
                         be a sha-woman --

               Men boos. Women Cheer.

               ON BILLBOARD: Red dots. Blue dots.

               Baudolino raises his hand.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         -- She regressed as Mama Quilla all
                         the way back to the glorious times
                         of the Inca people, to bring to
                         life the prophesy of Old Man
                         Creator of the World.

               Men applaud. Nod at each other.

               Baudolino calls for Domino at the lectern.

                                   DOMINO
                         During the vesper of our
                         Universalist Sisterhood, the devout
                         sister of the Black Army of Lady
                         Mary, had the vision of Mother
                         Black Mary... and her true
                         prophecy.

                                   AUDIENCE PEOPLE
                         Are you marketing your convent?

               AUDIENCE: Murmurs and laughter.

               ON BILLBOARD: Dots flicker, Change between red and blue.

                                   DOMINO
                         Unlike the doom prophesies we heard
                         today, ours brings forth the cure
                         for it.
                             (pointing to outside)
                         We have THE KEY! The key to end the
                         DOOM! The key to start the ERA OF
                         UNIVERSAL CONCIOUSNESS!

               Audience: Annoyance and disbelief.

                                   DOMINO
                         Our submission has a great 
                         political significance --

                                   AUDIENCE PEOPLE
                             (angry)
                         -- No politics here! 

               Baudolino gestures to speak.

                                   AUDIENCE PEOPLE
                             (impatient)
                         The key, what is the key?

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Politics is an issue because the
                         governments are entrenched in their
                         so-called... "administrative --
                         intelligence" in fact bureaucratic 
                         -- 

               PARAMILITARY MAN (45), shouts from a back row.

                                   PARAMILITARY MAN
                         -- Our government has the best data
                         to predict the --

               A purse hits Paramilitary Man on the shoulder.

               WOMAN #1 (60), vision glasses, hits him again. 

               Military Man defends himself. Unwillingly, knocks -- her
               glasses off. 

               A brawl between people starts. Skirmish spreads.

               SECURITY FLOOR GUARD intervenes. Gets hit.

               Calls for support on mic.



               SECURITY ROOM - CONTINUOUS.

               FOUR SECURITY GUARDS, three standalone MONITORS, and a MEDIA 
               WALL. DIGITAL KEYBOARDS on desks.

                                   SECURITY FLOOR GUARD (O.S.)
                             (on speakers; filtered)
                         Sector T45, calls for support, I
                         repeat Sector T45.

               GUARD #1 (40), stops playing the video game. Switches to,
               zooms in the skirmish. 

               GUARD #2 and #3 eat in front of monitors. 

               GUARD #4 watches the media wall -- auditorium's interior,
               exterior, TV channels.

                                   GUARD #1
                         Support on the way. Will call
                         police to back up.

               He taps on the digital keyboard. Nods to -- Guards #2 and #3. 

               Guards #2 and #3 stop eating... toss wrappings... wipe their
               mouths... exit.

                                   GUARD #1 (V.O.)
                             (filtered)
                         Deployment on its way to Sector
                         T45.

               GUARD #4 glances at the outside building's scenes. Zooms in.

               ON DISPLAY

               MEN, WOMEN and KIDS families on the auditorium's lawn. E
               BIKES. Blankets. Food. Watch phones.

               On the street, RIOTERS wave "No Eschatology Doom!", "No
               Apocalyptic Government," banners. 

               CROWDS from the surrounding streets join them. 

               ANTI-RIOT VEHICLES arrive. POLICE MEN in anti-riot equipment
               deploy. Shields push back on rioters. 

               Guard #4 zooms in on a TV Channel.

               ON DISPLAY: Wars in the world. Tickers scroll. "Middle East
               on fire. "South America Confederation collapses". The anchor
               comments. 

               Guard #4 switches back to the auditorium' feed. Zooms in.

               ON DISPLAY: Domino looking at Baudolino, who...



               AUDITORIUM - CONTINUOUS

               ...leans over the lectern.

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         Yes! There was a dramatic
                         validation of the sha-woman's
                         prophetic revelation.

                                   DOMINO
                         Let's lessen the crying and flare
                         joy --

               AUDIENCE: Angry grunts.

                                   AUDIENCE PEOPLE
                             (angry) )
                         The key! Give us the Key!

                                   BAUDOLINO
                         People of the World, relax! 

                                   DOMINO
                         The key!... The key to Universal
                         Consciousness Harmony is....
                         Laughter! Laughter!

               Silence. A cough. A chuckle. 

               Black billboard. 



               SECURITY ROOM

               Guard #4 laughs uncontrollably. Zooms in on speechless faces.
               Mouths agape.

                                   GUARD #4
                             (to Guard #1)
                         Did you... did you hear that?

               Zooms in on the dark billboard.



               AUDITORIUM - CONTINUOUS

               Dark billboard. Murmur grows.

               Balcony Man wipes hands on shirt, laughing.

               Floor Man #1 looks up, thumbs him. Starts laughing. 

               Woman #1 laughs heartily. Tugs Military Man's sleeve. 

               He forces a smile. 

               The billboard LEDs burst. 

               ON BILLBOARD: "3793 BLUE "1099" RED" "101 YELLOW, "TRUE
               PROPHESY"

               Cheers. Laughter. Waves of laughter.

               The Billboard's dots wave in sync with laughter.



               SECURITY ROOM - CONTINUOUS

               Guard #4 switches to the exterior feed.



               EXT. AUDITORIUM'S LAWN - DAY

               Families on the lawn rejoice. 

               A BABY sucks on his thumb. Dried tears on his cheeks. 

               The rioters show phones to each other. Pat backs. Laugh. 

               Policemen drop the shields. 

               Rioters embrace policemen. Talk. Laugh.



               SECURITY ROOM

               Guard #4 watches the media wall. 

               Zooms in on a TV channel.



               ON DISPLAY

               Dancing celebrations and flags waving around the world. 

               Tickers scroll: "Peace treaty signed by...", Militia disarm
               voluntarily in..." "Laughter prophesy spreads."

               Feed cuts to studio. 

               PANEL ANCHORS comment, smile, laugh. 

               Ticker scrolls "JEE SEATLE LAUGHTER PROPHESY. TO BELIVE OR
               NOT TO BELIEVE?"

               Celebrations around the world behind them, on a large
               display. 



               INT. CONVENT - DOMINO ROOM - NIGHT

               Dim light. Sisters watch the news. 

               ON DISPLAY: "LIVE FROM THE JOINT ESSENTIAL ESCHATOLOGY -
               SEATTLE 2067." The voting billboard "3793" blue, "1099" red,
               "101" yellow. "TRUE PROPHESY." 

                                   SISTERS
                         Wunderbar! Subarashi! Meraviglioso!

               Sisters applaud and laugh.



               ON DISPLAY

               Baudolino and Domino embrace. 

               Marie prays. A tear runs down her cheek.

                                   MARIE
                             (whisper)
                          No doom.



               MONTAGE – A HAPPY NEW WORLD 2069



               EXT. RUSCHIN FEDERATION – MILITARY PARADE BOULEVARD – NIGHT

               LED BANNERS flicker: "2069 – NEW YEAR GLORY TO RUSCHIN
               HARMONY" above a freezing, floodlit high tribunes on the
               large boulevard.

               The CHINESE PREMIER and RUSSIAN PRESIDENT, wrapped in
               ceremonial furs, clap and laugh.

               Below, a ROBOT BATALLION marches. Perfect cadence. Dead eyes.

               The COMMANDER ROBOT'S head fixed on -- the higher-ups
               clapping and laughing.

                                   COMMANDER ROBOT
                         Laugh!

               Robots' head jerk right. Eyes flash. Jaws snap open. Laugh in 
               cadence.

                                   BATTALION
                         Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

               Firework bursts. 

               LASER BEAMS shape two muscular arms locked in an eternal arm
               wrestle. Tattoos of yellow stars on the red, red hammer and
               sickle on the yellow arms. 

               The LED banner glitches "NEW G ORY TO US HARM"



               EXT. PARIS - JARDIN DE TROCADERO - NIGHT

               Parov Stelar like music beat. Tour Eiffel in the background.
               Two large groups of PEOPLE dance a wide-funky, FOLK LINE
               dance on the alleys. Perfect sync.

               Hands clap. Balloons turn and jerk along. "We Love America,"
               "The New Smile is Cheese."

               "HARM-O'NICKS" music band -- bagpipes, violins, Moogs, drums 
               -- an improbable world band. Behind the scene, water jets
               switch colors. In sync with the beat. 

               Fireworks explode above Tour Eiffel. A cluster of drones
               forms "2069 New World Order." Disperse and regroup in
               "Liberté, Égalité, e Fraternité Mondiale."



               EXT. NEW YORK – TIMES SQUARE – NIGHT

               Afro-Techno beats pulse. Crowds dance along Broadway toward
               the CANAMEX TIMES -- the refurbished One Times Square.
               Glowing advertisements shine and laser beams crisscross.

               On the HALO-LED facade of the Canamex, top to bottom
               advertisements. Gold coins cascade, grow larger and drop into
               the "UNIVERSAL HARMONY," "VITA," "10% REWARDS." credit card.

               The "GOOD YEAR 2067" Blimp crosses the sky behind Canamex. 

               The facade flips to "HEALTH, WEALTH, AND LAUGHTER". Below,
               brain implants chips and colorful pills. "LAUGHING BRAIN
               IMPLANTS," and "LAUGHING PILLS" taglines burst.

               On Broadway, MEN and WOMEN twist and twerk in sync with the
               beat. Breathing steam. Cowboy hats. Maple leaf plumes.
               Mariachi sashes. Balloons jerk and bounce -- "TWERK NOT WORK"
               and "MEN TOO." 

               Above the Canamex, a 3D HOLOGRAM: "2069 MISS CANAMEX" A
               striking METISSE WOMAN.
               Day of the Dead makeup, shirt with the Canadian Maple leaf
               design, diamond-studded Uncle Sam sombrero. 

               A BALL the size of a handball glows magically in her extended
               hands. She releases the ball. Countdown starts.  

               The ball descends. Grows bigger. Hovers above the crowd. 

               People take pictures. Smile. Laugh. 

               A BLAST. The ball explodes into a "2069 – HARMONY FOREVER"
               blazing along the Broadway. People duck. FIREWORKS trace in
               the sky.



               EXT. SKID ROW – NIGHT

               The firework flares illuminate the tents and carts decorated
               for the occasion. HOMELESS PEOPLE cheer and scroll on their
               phones. 

               A HOMELESS WOMAN (40s) laughs at her screen.

               ON SCREEN: Emoji laughs back. "Ha! Ha! Laugh at that!"

               FADE OUT.

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