Heroines of Chaos

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Version 5.0
Pandemic
Dance

Auckland airport: inside building: immigration desk - DAY. High table to serve as desk.

Ferenc, with one stick, is waiting at the head of the queue. An official is standing at the high table.

(The immigration official beckons Ferenc forward. Using one stick, he hobbles forward, presents his travel documents, which are eventually stamped.)

Welcome to New Zealand, sir. As a political refugee, you have a five-year residence visa. Please contact your sponsor, Zsófi Kovács, regarding your living arrangements. After five years here, you may apply for citizenship. Walk on, Sir. Enjoy your freedom!
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

(Ferenc moves slowly toward exit.)

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A disused warehouse, with a whiteboard, and seats for reporters.

Colonel sits on the front row. Zsófi stands nearby, facing the board, in the middle of her presentation. She turns, faces Colonel.

Okay. Off the record then.
Agreed, Ma’am.

(On the whiteboard, Zsófi draws Baja California Peninsula, top right. At bottom left, she draws the Australian east coast, plus New Zealand.)

Let's imagine this is the Pacific Ocean.

(Zsófi holds out the board-marker pen to the Colonel.)

Now Colonel, please draw a tennis ball, floating in mid-Pacific.

(Colonel comes forward, takes the pen. He stands uncomfortably close to Zsófi, invading her own space.)

According to scale.

(Colonel stops, puzzled at the impossible task. Zsófi eases away from him.)

Where’re we going with this?
Eight billion bacteria live on the tennis ball. That’s us. The tennis ball is like our planet. It’s our lifeboat in space.

(Zsófi erases the land, and begins a new drawing.)

Here’s our own G3 dwarf star, as seen from outer space.

(She puts a tiny red dot on the whiteboard.)

Now let’s look at how many souls are clinging to our lifeboat.

(Zsófi then draws a graph on the whiteboard. Along the bottom, left to right, she marks the years 1800, 1900, 2000, 2022. The vertical Y-axis shows global population, from one to eight billion. Large label: HUMAN POPULATION. )

(Zsófi then draws a ‘hockey stick’ curve, with the stick at 1.0 billion in 1800, slowly rising to 1.6 billion in 1900, and a sudden kick up to eight billion in 2022.)

In eighteen hundred, the population was sustainable. By nineteen hundred – it wasn’t.

(Colonel looks puzzled.)

Humans had come to rely on coal. And today, on oil and gas.
So what’s the solution?
Massive controls and regulations.
Those regulations would be gone by lunchtime! We need a techno breakthrough instead !
Colonel, in your dreams, Sir. It’s a bit late for that already.
So what’s the alternative?
Let's cut the population instead; let's cut the rich; let's cut out the billionaires.
Good luck with that, Ma’am.

(Colonel returns to front row, and stares at Zsófi.)

It’s not goatherders in the Hindu Kush that are destroying the planet, is it?

(Colonel remains standing, holding the back of the chair.)

One personal question, Ma’am?
Depends.
Do you have children yet, Ma’am?

(Zsófi shakes her head. Colonel moves toward her again.)

If you were my granddaughter, Ma’am, I’d want you to have one baby.

(Zsófi, shaken, clenches fist, bites her lower lip, nods.)

Interview’s over, Colonel.

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City Street outside warehouse used for interview – DAY. A grimy service door, almost swallowed by the shadow of a towering office building.

A photographer is waiting at the front of stage, to one side, opposite the service door. At the front of stage, at the other side, are hiding two men in black.

(SOUND: The door creaks open. Zsófi, now hooded, comes out of the stage wings, and looks around. She’s hesitant, like an animal emerging from its den. Her eyes dart back and forth, scanning faces, cars, details.)

(Zsófi begins to walk down the sidewalk, keeping close to the buildings. She passes the glittering facade of a high-end department store, its windows reflecting distorted images of the street. She avoids eye contact with everyone. She glances furtively backwards over her shoulder.)

(In front of her, Zsófi suddenly spots the photographer, who is taking photos of her. Zsófi turns around and heads back in the other direction. But the two men-in-black emerge to block her path.)

(Zsófi turns again and runs off into the stage wings opposite the service door.)

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Same Otakou farmstead: verandah - NIGHT. The radio is on.

Zsófi and Tamara are leaning over the balustrade.

With the threat of pandemic, all borders are being closed immediately, and all air traffic diverted away. Travel around the country will be restricted to essential services only.

(Tamara turns the radio off.)

That sounds like COVID all over again, eh?
Sure does. By the way, I’ve changed my mind. I’m thinking of having a baby.
Oh! Why the change?
It’s my body screaming: baby! Baby! Baby! All the time.
Baby fever!

(SOUND: the whirr/buzz/whine of a drone approaching. The drone descends and hovers. Zsófi stands in front of Tamara. Tamara turns her face away.)

It's that drone again.
Bastards. Who are they?
The question isn’t who, but why?

(SOUND: The drone lifts up and away into the distance.)

Don’t you want me to have a baby?
(Female)It’s fine. I just didn’t see this comin’, eh. Let’s get the spare room ready.

(Tamara goes and hugs Zsófi.)

What about saving the world?
They can save themselves. It’s the pandemic. Nature strikes back! But do what you will. I need to start knitting.
What? You were such a firebrand, Zsófia!
Clothes for baby, bootees ...

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AUCKLAND: RAILWAY STATION: PLATFORM – DAY

Platform manager with cap and whistle stands checking train about to depart.

The train now standing at platform one is the Northern Explorer. The train is about to depart for Wellington. It connects with the inter-island ferry, and the Kaikoura Express to Christchurch. Because of the pandemic all services are being suspended. This is the last train South! Final call! Platform one.

(PLATFORM MANAGER, whistle to mouth, checks around. SOUND: train doors closing. Ferenc appears at head of platform, hobbling with a stick. Whistles blow. At the last moment, the PLATFORM MANAGER sees Ferenc, and holds the train while helping Ferenc board. More whistle-blowing. The doors close, and the train moves off. )

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Hospital car-park: field hospital tents – DAY. The emergency room entrance is guarded by security guards, who are wearing facemasks. There is a notice: NO ADMITTANCE. PANDEMIC. INFECTIOUS.

A nurse in full personal protection gear is waiting to deal with arriving patients.

(Two stretcher-bearers approach the nurse, bringing a new patient.)

No, no! The hospital is closed, and we have no room in the car-park. We are not accepting any more patients. There is no testing, no treatment, no vaccine. There is nothing available here. Take the patient away and do not come back. Save yourselves while you can.

(Two stretcher-bearers stop and begin to turn around.)

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Same Otakou farmstead: verandah – DAY.

Zsófi is sitting outside, peacefully crocheting a baby shawl.

(Ferenc limps slowly up the farmstead driveway using one stick. Ferenc stops and waves the stick high, then moves on, a little closer, and stops. Hallooes:)

Zsófi! Zsófi! Zsófi!

(Zsófi is startled, looks up, wondering. Then screams:)

Ferenc? Ferenc?! Ferenc!

(Zsófi rushes to Ferenc, screaming with joy.)

It’s you? You’re alive?
Of course.

(They hug and hug amid tears.)

I thought you were dead.

(Tears roll down his cheeks. Zsófi screams with joy.)

Why do you live out here, behind God’s back?
It’s our refuge.

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Same Otakou farmstead: verandah – DAY [later]

Zsófi and Tamara are quizzing Ferenc. Zsófi keeps touching/squeezing his arm. Yuvan pours tea. Sara stands, watchful as ever.

(Altan brings biscuits from inside the farmhouse.)

And Europe?
Drones everywhere. Every city. Recon drone; robot drone. Drone against drone. Killer robots. Robot killers.

(Ference sighs. His hands are shaking.)

You can’t even go shopping in the daytime. The shelves are empty, anyway.

(Ferenc takes a biscuit.)

Electricity? Water? Often not.

(Ferenc shakes his head.)

Where is all this? Eastern Europe?
All over. I can’t be sure, because the news is all propaganda now.

(Ference sighs again.)

Orcs still advancing from the East. Bombed-out cities. Radioactive fallout. A leak, an accident, or dirty bombs, I don’t know. Just chaos.

(Ferenc puts his head in his hands.)

Right then. I’ll take overwatch tonight. What have you got? A rifle? Night goggles?
There’s no need.
You’ve had drón scouting you, haven’t you? Next comes enemy action.

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Same Otakou farm: track from high pasture – NIGHT.

Zsófi is making her way down homeward, using a flashlight.

(The only sound in the quiet of the night is of the crunch of her footsteps on the gravel. SOUND: Then: the noise of a big diesel. Two headlights appear, coming toward her. Zsófi stops.)

(SOUND: car doors slam! Out jump four masked men in their late thirties, who look like professional assassins. They move toward her. Zsófi backs away.)

(SOUND: whizz of a bullet. A bullet snickers the ground between Zsófi and the men. The men immediately drop to the ground like professional soldiers.)

Someone's shooting! Tracer!

(Zsófi runs away back up the track into the darkness. SOUND: Whirr as another bullet hits the ground near the prone men, who promptly begin to wriggle and roll back toward the SUV.)

(One man gets in and reverses the SUV while the others shelter and run alongside. The SUV turns round, the men outside pause, peering.)

Ambush! Retreat!

(The men jump on board as the SUV drives off.)

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Same Otakou farmstead: near the beehives – DAY. Toward dusk following a sunny summer day. The orchard is now partly in macadamia. Banks of bee-hives as before, but no buzzing, no bees to be seen.

No-one on stage.

(Tamara and Zsófi, wearing white beekeeping suits, enter and walk together toward the hives, carrying smoke puffers.)

The macadamia look good.
Yes, they’re easier to bring to market.

(They reach the first bank of hives. No sound of bees.)

Where’re the bees?

(Together, they lift off the lid on the first hive. Tamara pulls out the first frame and inspects it. They lift and drop it back. Then the second, and third. Tamara ponders.)

There’s somethin’ wrong here, eh. We have capped brood cells, just like normal, but no worker bees!

(Tamara keeps pulling out more frames one at a time, and puts them back, until she finds one with the queen.)

Aah! Here’s the queen.

(Tamara shows the frame to Zsófi, and then replaces it. They move on to another hive, and repeat the process.)

Why haven’t these hives been robbed?

(They move on to another hive, and repeat the process.)

Why does that matter?

(Tamara looks grim.)

Maybe it’s colony collapse disorder. Shit! Shit!
What?
Go and get Salvadori!

(Zsófi looks nonplussed.)

Just tell him: colony collapse. Yes, go rightaway!

(Zsófi strides off toward the hills.)

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Same Otakou farmstead: in the orchard near the hives – DAY [later]

Tamara (mask and sunglasses), Ferenc, and Salvadori stand watching, their faces etched with worry.

The only way is to burn all the hives, every one, and all the frames inside. And then start afresh. I can give you three hives when you're ready.
We'll burn them all today. Ya know, three new hives’d be wonderful, Mister Salvadori. Thank you so much.

(IF SAFE: Zsófi pretends to light the hives and black smoke appears.)

(Tamara holds out her hand to Salvadori. Salvadori gives Tamara a hug. Tamara cries.)

I pray to God the disease does not spread.

(Salvadori departs. Tamara turns to Zsófi.)

We should switch to blueberries, eh.
What, another change? More replanting? Why? Why blueberries?
Ya know, Zsófi, bumblebees’ll do the pollination.
So what?
Ya know, Zsófi, bumblebees don’t live in hives, so there’s no colony to collapse, and less risk of Varroa mites.
Shit! And where do we get blueberry bushes from?
That’ll be your job, Zsófi, eh.

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