Tagger by Charles Hansen
EXT. MASSACHUSSETT BAY TRANSPORTATION AUTHORITY [MBTA]. LATE NIGHT.
EXTREME CLOSE-UP- ON- A shining, white metal surface is burried under slurry of rich colors-
OUR POV- ROLLS WITH THE WAVES OF COLORS ADVANCING OVER THE STARK ENAMEL WHITE METAL-
AS WE PULL BACK- WE SEE... A SWIRLING MIASMA OF ANIMALS, PEOPLE, BUILDINGS, UNWORLDLY PLANTS AND EVERY IMAGINABLE ITEM AND BEING-
P. A SYSTEM VOICE
Next stop North Station.
INT. MBTA. SAME LATE NIGHT.
POV ON TAGGER-
His JUMPSUIT is a MIASMA OF COLOR AND FORM....if he stood next to his MURAL....He'd DISAPPEAR in it-
INT. MBTA. SHORT TIME LATER.
We see a group of YOUNG TOUGHS grab-assing their way into the CAR. As it resumes up to speed some of the boys bring out some PAPERBAGS and some AEROSOL PAINT CANS and begin to SPRAY THEM INSIDE THE BAGS.
They watch, dazed and lazily as TAGGER winds through subway passengers. Laughing at their own private joke-
TALL HUFFER(with a Samuri pig tail)
You lookin' for the chinaman, thief?
I don't believe he's Chinese...
Hey, man, he got one of those....(the huffer struggles, mining deep into the quagmire of his solvent addled memory banks)
ideograms on his jacket, man. And he was a vanishing mother fucker...know what I mean....
A short, round faced man massively inhales OUT OF A SHOPPING BAG....and, suddenly he SNEEZES, THE LOUDEST, MOST EXPLOSIVE SNEEZE WE'VE EVER SEEN...it blows the BOTTOM OF HIS HUFFING BAG, ACROSS THE SUBWAY CAR...
The RESULT is a JACKSON POLLOCK scatter-shot master piece that SUDDENLY REASSEMBLES...into a BOSTON NORTH-END STREET SCENE...with HOT YOUNG WOMEN...AND SHARP, HIP DUDES, PRESENTING AND STRUTTIN' AND LIVING' THE LIFE IN A RIOT OF COLOR...
Damn! Sneezy! You are THE HOMEY of all time, dude!
TALL HUFFER(to TAGGER)
Dude! Sneezy know where the Ideogram man done gone.
Show him where, man.
SNEEZY unfolds another SHOPPING BAG (product placement- here) that he's snatched from beneath his coat. He begins to EMPTY SEVERAL PAINT CANS INTO IT AT ONCE -
SNEEZY inhales deeply from the bag, until his eyes begin to spin like cherries on slot machine...
SNEEZY(mumbling to himself)
A touch more magenta, and a this and a that...
He sprays a dash or two from several more SPRAY CANS-
Check this out, bro-zey
TAGGER looks skeptical...but he's on a mission so he open Sneezy's proffered magic bag. Then, as hovers, cautiously, over it, the TALL HUFFER SHOVES HIS HEAD INSIDE...THE OTHER HOMIES...RUSH OVER AND BEGIN TO STUFF TAGGER...HEADFIRST...ENTIRELY INTO THE SACK....
SOON, ONLY HIS FEET SHOW-
THE HOMIES ARE CRACKING UP...as are some of the other PASSENGERS...but others look alarmed....
TAGGER'S FEET ARE GONE!
INT. VOID. SAME TIME.
At first all WE there is nothing but BLACK ON THE SCREEN-
All we can here is TAGGER'S, GASPING AND CHOKING... attempts to breathe-
Hey, homies...this ain't cool....I'm suffocating!
He struggles mightily...and, then,.... there is a DEAFENING...TEARING AND RENDING as TAGGER BREAKS ON THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE....
TAGGER'S POV-- ON THE OTHER SIDE-
EXPLODING COLORS...ONES THAT TAGGERS HAS NEVER SEEN IN ANY MIX OR COMBINATION...THEY GLOW AND PULSE...and as he look closer...he CAN SEE THE STRUCTURES OF THE HUES...AND BETWEEN THEM...NEW COLORS...AND NEW SCENES...[ALL WITH ONE THING IN COMMON-- OFF IN THE DISTANCE --WE SEE THE CHINESE IDEOGRAM MAN HURTLING AWAY-- AN ELUSIVE TARGET] TRAINS RACING PAST...PEOPLE DANCING....DOGS AND CATS WALTZING, FRUGGING AND CARWHEELING...HE FLIES THROUGH NIEGHBORHOODS--RICH, POOR AND MIDDLING...OVER THEM UNDER THEM THROUGH THE HOUSES, WATCHING FAMILIES, AT REST, PLAY, FIGHTING, EATING DRINKING, FUCKING...ALL THAT FAMILIES DO....
EXT. UNIVERSE. SOMEWHERE/SOMETIME IN THE CONTINIUM.
THEN...AS IF SOME GIANT, INVISIBLE HAD HAS CLASPED TAGGER'S NECK. HE IS SWOOPING HIGH....HIGHER AND HIGHER, TAGGER...
Ahead now, always out-of-reach is....IS THE IDEOGRAM MAN...
As we and they fire off INTO SPACE...TO THE ENDS OF ALL-
And still the IDEOGRAM MAN races ahead-he is an orbit around the expanding of EVERTHING...
And Beyond him we see-
WHAT IS IT? THE FACE OF GOD
All we know for sure is that-- as TAGGER HURTLES IN PURSUIT -- he reaches out spraying THIS COSMIC VASTNESSAND A MURAL OF INFINITE FORMS STRETCHES ALL-WAYS INTO AN INFINITE VASTNESS-
WHICH CAUSE ALL MATTER TO IMPLODE!
EXT. NARROWING SCOPE OF THE UNIVERSE. DURING THE CONTINUIM.
SMALLER AND MORE DENSE IT ALL BECOMES...BUT NOTHING SO FAST AS TAGGER...until
WE SEE...his REALITY is re-gathering...for a moment he revisits his recent wild journey....coming back to his neighborhood....the CHINESE IDEOGRAM MAN...ALWAYS JUST AHEAD...
BACK IN BOSTON-- BACK IN NORTH END -- BACK TO THE SUBWAY CAR-- BACK THROUGH SNEEZY'S HUFF BAG....
FINALLY BACK IN THE CAR--
EXT. MBTA. LATER SAME NIGHT.
We see TAGGER...SPRAYING ...Helping him is the HUFFER CREW...SHOWING, NOT ONLY ENTHUSIASTICLY, BUT SHOWING TALENT AND IMAGINATION, TOO....
ANGLE ON TOP OF RAPID TRANSIT CAR-
Peeking over the CAR...is....THE CHINESE IDEOGRAM MAN-
CHINESE IDEOGRAM MAN
Nice work...but you ain't gonna catch me....the world
halts....while I fly....