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EXT. APOLLO’S GARDEN Apollo stands in front of our heroes, not sure whether to attack them again or not. Kurt, the space cowboy, looks at Apollo with the mixture of grief and sternness that a cowboy might feel before shooting a horse with a broken leg. McCoi is more upset. He is, as he’s so fond of reminding us, a doctor. And he can’t stand to see anything die. Dotty melts into Kurt. APOLLO We are immortal, we gods, but the Earth changed. Your fathers changed. They turned away until we were only memories. A god cannot survive as a memory. We need love, admiration, worship, as you need food... Apollo runs out of words, then tries again. APOLLO I would have cherished you, cared for you. I would have loved you as a father loves his children. Did I ask so much? KURT We’ve outgrown you. You ask for something we can no longer give. Apollo DISAPPEARS in this final speech. APOLLO (tearfully) Dorothy, I loved you. I would have made a goddess of you. I’ve shown you my open heart. See what you’ve done to me... Zeus, Hermes, Hera, Aphrodite, you were right. Athena, you were right. The time has passed. There is no room for gods. Forgive me, my old friends. Take me. Take me. Take me... |
INT. HOTEL CALIFORNIA RUMY Apollo had a need I understand very well. The need for an audience. Clara, an actress, has the same need. Without it, an artist folds into herself... SHANNA (uncertainly) You’re setting yourselves up to be crushed. TIM THE FANBOY (forcefully) What if we’re not? HARRY I used to think like that, "Fan-boy." Used to see every battle as winnable. But it’s a pipe dream. Rikk claps his hands together once, signaling that discussion is now over. RIKK This is the Science Fiction Club, Harry. We make pipe dreams come true. So we’ll feed her with love... and see if we get our goddess back. |
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