NEVERLAND
by
Coy A. Lothrop
Coy A. Lothrop
shout@coylothrop.com
903-806-9057FADE IN:
INT. VACANT ROOM - DAY? NIGHT?
A series of interconnected planes where walls meet, traveling
into crisp corners, softly lit with diffused light.
A lifeless room devoid of furniture and decoration,
illuminated only by a light spilling in from a hallway.
Coiled up on a hardwood floor, in a fetal position, is DR.
CLAYTON COLE, 38, a mess; unshaven, dressed in dark clothing.
He convulses here, shuddering with racking sobs, face
thrust into his hands, completely overcome with grief.
PADE TO:
INT. TRAVIS'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
A child's bedroom, decorated elaborately with superheroes
flying and leaping about a mural of a comic book cityscape,
littered with a trove of toys that would make a grandmother
blush, plays host to a grand adventure unfolding in the form
of a children’s story. The room is silent save for Clayton’s
soothing voice; the delivery of a doting father, and tonight,
an enchanting storyteller.
CLAYTON (0.8.)
Certainly Wendy had been
dreaming. But Wendy had not been
dreaming, as the very next night
showed, the night on which the
extraordinary adventures of these
children may be said to have begun.
TRAVIS COLE, 4, wearing his favorite spiderman pajamas, sits
on his knees in rapt attention, enthralled, as witnessed in
his large brown, unblinking eyes that endlessly scan the
illustrations on each opposing page; even now dreaming of his
own adventure.
Clayton sits close beside Travis, clean-shaven, wearing
office attire, his light blue dress shirt made more
comfortable by rolling up the sleeves. He massages his right
knee as he reads froma ‘Peter Pan’ storybook.
CLAYTON
She dreamt that Neverland had come
too near and that a strange boy had
broken through from it.
Travis's mouth opens wide in anticipation.TRAVIS
Pee-er Pan?
stifling a chuckle, Clayton holds up a dramatic finger to
give his anxious son pause.
CLAYTON
She started up with a cry, and saw
the boy, and somehow she knew at
once that he was indeed Peter Pan.
Travis hops up and down on his knees with excitement.
Smiling, a devious arch to his eyebrow, Clayton, SNAPS the
BOOK closed.
CLAYTON
Bedtime, buddy.
Travis drives backward into his bed as if shot by a handgun.
TRAVIS
Daddy, noocccs.
Rubbing his belly, Clayton consoles his son.
CLAYTON
We'll leave the rest for another
night.
(theatrical)
Now go to sleep, and maybe you too
can go to Neverland and have a big
adventure all your own.
Travis's eyes grow wide again. Without another word, the boy
scrambles beneath his bedspread and feigns sleep, belied only
by his tiny giggles.
Clayton leans in, kisses Travis’s forehead softly and lingers
there for a moment taking in his son.
CLAYTON
I love ya, bud.
Travis is too caught up in his sleeping game to respond.
Exiting the room, Clayton switches off the lights at the
doorway. He’s conscious of the door and positions it slightly
ajar to feed the room with an ample nightlight.INT. TRAVIS’S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Travis, too excited to sleep, tosses and turns, and settles
onto his side. Laying in the silence, clearly awake, his
eyes search the dark without seeing. A hardwood FLOORBOARD
CREAKS 0.8.
Travis’s alert eyes snap toward the sound.
Rolling, Travis raises, propped on his tiny arms.
A DARK FIGURE is there, standing motionless at the foot of
his bed. The silhouette is tall; the cut of a man.
TRAVIS (0.8.)
Daddy?
Travis sits up, unafraid.
The figure remains perfectly still.
DARK FIGURE
shhhhhhhbhh.
Travis gasps. A widening smile.
TRAVIS
(whispering)
Pee-er Pan!?!
INT. HALLWAY — CONTINUOUS
A closed door. The GURGLE of a TOILET FLUSHING.
Clayton exits the bathroom, and stealing by Travis’s room
overhears a hushed conversation. Approaching the gap in the
doorway, he eavesdrops. He listens with his eyes, mouth
slightly agape, a proud grin spreads across his face.
TRAVIS (0.8.)
Uh huh... I want to go with you,
but my Daddy says I shouldn’t go
with trangers.
Travis giggles 0.s.
TRAVIS (0.S.)
(gasps)
Oooh. Tank you.
(beat)
(MORE)TRAVIS (0.8.) (cont'd)
(whispers)
Okay, let's go.
Clayton leans into the breach, his shoulder widening the gap.
INT. TRAVIS’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Travis, out of his covers, sits alone on his knees at the end
of his bed. We MIGHT SEE a man-sized shadow retreating from
the widening spread of hallway light.
Clayton’s expression is one of playful bewilderment as he
eyes the darkened room.
CLAYTON
Who you talking to, buddy?
‘TRAVIS
Pee-er Pan!
CLAYTON
Awesome. Tell him I said, grow up!
TRAVIS
(frustrated)
Ican‘t. He gone. You scared him
away.
CLAYTON
Of course I did. Hey. I love ya.
Get some sleep.
He points a playful finger at his son and looks down it.
Backing out slowly, still pointing, he retreats into the
hall.
in. He
Travis lies back down and pulls his covers up to hi:
waits anxiously for Peter Pan’s magical return.
cur To:
INT. DINING ROOM - DAW
A cozy breakfast nook surrounded by tall, plantation
shuttered windows that glow with a warm, morning light.
Clayton and Travis sit side by side at a circular oak table
eating frosted Pop-tarts.
Travis smacks away, breaking the rectangular pastry into
crumbling, gooey chunks and selectively sampling the messiest
bits.Clayton observes, an amused look on his face. Curiosity
overcomes him.
CLAYTON
So. Peter Pan, huh? Must of been an
exciting night?
Travis raises his eyebrows in an expression of enthusiasm and
nods his head emphatically.
TRAVIS
He was real nice. He gave me a
watermelon sucker
CLAYTON
Your favorite, that’s awesome,
buddy... is he still dressing in
green tights? I’ve told him it
wasn't a good look for him.
Clayton playfully pops a broken corner of Pop-tart into his
mouth.
Travis casually shakes his head ‘No’ and attempts to pop his
own oozing fragment which sticks to his finger.
CLAYTON
Whaaat? How'd he look?
Honestly curious about what his son may have dreamt up,
Clayton lays down on his arms on the tabletop, placing his
face near to Travis’s, giving the small boy his full, excited
attention.
TRAVIS
He looked like a man. Big. Like
you, Daddy.
Clayton’s grin falters. His eyes squint.
CLAYTON
A man?
Travis nods
fingers stic!
ently, chewing another bite, looking at his
g together.
CLAYTON
And what did Peter Pan the Man look
like?
Travis shrugs.TRAVIS
I don’t know. It was dark, He ran
away.
Clayton’s brow furrows and he stares into Travis’s face.
CLAYTON
Travis. Where did he go?
Travis looks back
chewing and smac!
into his fathers eyes, smiling between
ng
‘TRAVIS
Neverland.
They sit and stare at each other for a beat.
Clayton opens his mouth wide and shows Travis his chewed
breakfast.
CLAYTON
Blaaahh!
Travis cracks up, slapping the table.
cur To:
EXT, SCHOOL DROPOPF - DAY
A black SUV pulls into the circular drive of a pre-school
drop-off access. A YOUNG WOMAN, dressed in bright clothing,
approaches the passenger side door. A sign nearby reads,
“HUGS & KISSES HERE. SAY GOOD BYE.” Children run about,
headed to classes, laughing and shouting in the b.g.
INT. suv - coNTINUOUS
Clayton puts the SUV in park and shifts to face Travis who
dressed in a school uniform, ready for a day of pre-school.
CLAYTON
Alright. Have a good day, buddy.
Travis smiles, leans in and kisses Clayton’s cheek.
Travis pulls away and snatches up his superhero backpack.
The young, female attendant opens the passenger-side door.YOUNG WOMAN
Good morning, Travis. Dr. Cole.
How's the knee?
CLAYTON
Good morning. Much better, thanks
for asking. It’s the last time I/1l
play racquetball for awhile, I tell
ya that.
They share a laugh
CLAYTON
(to Travis)
Love ya, bud.
EXT, SCHOOL DROPOFF - CONTINUOUS
Travis is guided away by the hand, waving over his shoulder.
cur To:
INT. INSTITUTE FOR ADVANCED STUDY - CORRIDOR - DAY
A long, bleak hall of stark white walls, recessed xenon
lighting, and closed glass doors. Silence.
Through a hermetically sealed glass door, labeled “INSTITUTE
OF ADVANCED STUDY / QUANTUM MECHANICS LAB C”, Clayton, garbed
in a white lab coat and latex gloves, works meticulously over
an odd device that rests squarely in the center of black,
vubberized mat on a stainless steel lab table.
Speaking
experiment.
to a lapel microphone, Clayton notates the
CLAYTON
Dr. Clayton Cole, notating event
for Dr. Milton Knight. Proceeding.
Clayton turns and toggles a switch on a control panel that in
turn activates a red light within a translucent button
beneath a hinged, acrylic shield. Lifting the shield and
depressing the lit button with a gloved finger, the light
converts to green.
The ARRAY on the worktable HUMS with invisible energy.
Clayton maneuvers toward the device cautiously, giving it his
full respect.