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06 November 2017 @ 07:10 am
_Nowhere Man_ part 8  

Chapter Seven

///show not tell///

On the Beach: Digging up lots of fake ruins, filming a scene with Eldon in his snazzy suit talking to the professors as he changes into native clothing. The sun sets and the colors change through the scene. It's quite a metamorphosis.

His speech is all about his people's desire to "recover the [object], the key to the understanding to our culture, so that we may make sense of the old instructions. So that we can finally return to our heritage. We welcome your assistance, your expertise. We do not limit your explorations. But we require that we know about everything. No secrets. We will know our past, regain our [object]."

Then, in the mind-bending way of movies, they shot the opening scene of the movie, with a slick and clean Jack finding the ruins, abstracting a mudbrick with a double triangle in it, then having to run away from patrolling soldiers. And up on the hills, watching both soldiers and Jack, the scantily clad and heavily armed Bojador Tribe. The chief has a tattoo/cititrice of the same symbol on his chest. "It has begun." He slicks his braided and beaded hair back from his face. In theory, his face will fade to Frankie's, with a bit of CGI, in the scene in Paris with the Old American Professor explaining to the local chief and the Moroccan Security people (Kris Randolph) the importance of this site.

The next sequence was mostly the westerners interacting. A hint of romance between Jack and the old professor's daughter. Phillip-the-drug-smuggler tries the same, and his girlfriend gets jealous, confronts spoiled daughter. Wet T-shirt fight in the surf at sundown. Lisa Woolford, the girlfriend, is light skinned, but a bit multi-racial in features. As she stalks off, she meets the chief.

"Be careful sister. We want you to stay with Phillip. We need eyes there."

"Then do something about that bitch."

"Very well."

Chapter Eight

Lots and lots of background shots of an archeological dig, with a real professor out there ordering them around to "get it right, even though it's a complete fake." Mutter, mutter. "What I do to get funding for a real dig . . ."

The Old Hag comes out and totters around, telling fortunes. She says that G. is a distant relation, and does a whole dance around him and his daughter. The old hag is Katy Marcil, an aging once famous beauty. She brings a lot of atmosphere to the scene. After the cut, G. congratulates her on scaring half the cast. "Thirty years ago, I fancied myself in love with you."

"What were you? Fifteen perhaps? And now I'm so old that if I admitted to drooling over your photos, you'd really flee in terror."

"Don't bet on it, Sunshine."

Lily leaned over and whispered in Eldon's ear. "That's a famous line from one of her hottest movies." She showed him a pic on her comp, Katy Marcil at twenty, and he whistled in appreciation. On to the next scene . . .

Three of the 'tribal' women screening the fill, stop abruptly and accost Phillip, drag him out of sight.

Campfire scene. Phillip, laying around limp, trying to keep down a grin. Girlfriend frowning. "Have you been with the native women?"

Phil's evasion is obviously false.

Margo distances herself, nose raised.

Girlfriend stalks off to find her brother. "That was not what I meant."

"But it accomplishes two purposes. The girl is appalled and repulsed. So she's no rival. And you have re-discovered that your Phillip is not a nice man. You are to watch him, keep his drug activities away from The People. Don't give him your heart, because he will use it against us. Use it, abuse it, toss it. Take care, Sister."

"And The People won't use me? You've used me all my life, simply because I am light skinned enough to appeal to a European or American."

"Yes, but we try to not abuse, and we will never discard you."

"Bah. Men. What do you know of what a woman feels? What I find abusive." She stood and looked at him, his equal in power. "Phillip is mine, until I say otherwise. Do not harm him."

Chief cocked his head. "Indeed? As you wish, Sister."

The cast argued amiably about the true meaning of the double triangles. "Atlantis, see? Tall volcano underneath the sea?" "The Bermuda Triangle. Obviously." "It's almost a Star of David. How about the Lost Tribe?" "The what?" "It's an Egyptian Pyramid, those waves are sand dunes, not ocean." "Man, that is so old!" "It's the perfect generic symbol." "Shut up, Xavier. You're too young to comprehend Romance."

Then up into the hills for the final, closing scene. The tribe is transformed. Neither the dancers and fighters, nor the robed pseudo Berbers. Tough, and armed, the tribe returns to the mountains. Saundra shows a bit of a pregnant bulge as she kills a lion with her laser spear. Phillip, on a plain-looking horse pleads with the well-mounted and royally accoutered Lisa to let him go. "Don't be silly darling. You would die in the desert. I will keep you safe and happy, raising our children. We have everything we need, now."

The Old Hag raises a pole with the [object] on it, as they walk past what looks like a break in a cliff face. One by one they disappear as they walk past.


Eldon eyed the two policemen thoughtfully. "You keep bringing up Mercedes. Is that because I've had several, or because you know that's the right kind of car?"

He shrugged as they failed to answer. "Well, as you no doubt noticed, I’ve been having fun investigating. But. All things come to an end. I overheard an argument. Sindara had a bit of a set to with some man, involving her car. I couldn't see who she was arguing with, male voice, kept low. He wanted to know where she'd gotten it repaired, and she wanted him to promise to never let her husband know she'd given him a lift anywhere. Excuse me a moment." He walked back across the exercise ring to the laboring mare.

"So, do we believe the Martian or not?"

"We go talk to Sindara. Then we either do or don't believe him."


The mares were taking their sweet time. Eldon wandered back into the house and found Jack eavesdropping on the two policemen talking to Sindara. Another man was standing to the side, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Eldon raised an eyebrow.

“Lawyer.” Jack breathed. “I insisted.”

Apparently they’d covered all the ground, already. Hildebrant was looking back through notes. "You are quite certain the car acquired that damage while you were in the spa?"

"Yes. It wasn't bad, but it was definitely noticeable." She frowned. "I was there for two hours, and, you know how easy it is to forget where you parked? Well, I would have sworn I'd parked further from the door, and I always turn the wheels when I park, habit, you know? Living on a hill? But the wheels were straight. One more little irritation. I found my keys on the floor of the car. Passenger side, front. Where I usually set my purse."

“But you didn’t report it.”

“A dented fender in a parking lot? Of course not. Then a neighbor of mine rear ended me at a stop sign . . . Lily. I think she got her weirdo boyfriend Eldon to fix my car, because, well, there’s no sign of damage.”

"Thank you for your information and cooperation, Mrs. Chesterfield. I recommend you not contact anyone involved with this movie unless absolutely necessary."

“My scenes are all finished. I believe I am coming down with something, and I’m going to be in bed and unable to take calls. I might make it to the end of filming party, tomorrow.”

The policemen swapped looks. “I suppose everyone will be there?”

“Of course.”

Eldon and Jack swapped glances and grinned.

“Should be a real fun party.” Eldon murmured. Then he returned to his midwifery, delivering Muffin’s twins, and one apiece for the others. By which time it was the next morning. He scrambled to shower and dress and get to the set.

Chapter Ten


Scene in boardroom. G and Jack presenting as Margo runs the projector.

"So while the style of building is extremely similar to the early Euphrates cultures, without further data, pot styles, art, symbols, we cannot confirm the relationship."

"We now have C14 results on the wood beams of the roofs . . . 11000 years old, give or take 550 years. That would make this indisputably the oldest known city, and the oldest known manufactured brick structures. We need to consider funding either diving, or damming a piece of the coast and draining it for excavation."

Jack leans in. "This city existed before the Ice Age came to an end. Before the great continental glaciers melted and raised the sea level by roughly six hundred feet. We've always known there were archeological treasures out on the old ice age coasts. Now we've located one in relatively shallow water. A whole new chapter of human history is right there."

"Emm, yes, we'll have to see how to fit this into the budget. You see, underwater exploration is so expensive, so dangerous. You're going to have to fight for the funds . . . "

Fade back from impassioned arguments . . .

“Cut! That was the last scene people. Break out the champagne.”

The thin fizzy wine was interesting. Eldon shook his head. Fine for a celebratory glass, but for serious drinking, he’d stick to a good red.

He only spotted the two policemen, no make that four policemen, because he was watching for them. He leaned over toward Jack. “Hundred bucks they go for Damien.”

Jack shook his head. “Christian.” He craned his neck and eased through the crowd toward Margo. Eldon looked around and spotted Lily. Havier Matheson stepped up behind her. She turned, looking surprised.

Eldon looked back at the police. Hildebrandt and Goldberg both had their eyes on Matheson. “Crap.” Eldon eeled between people, trying to circle around behind Matheson.

He was two steps away as Hildebradt stepped up to him.

“Havier Matheson . . .”

Matheson grabbed Lily’s arm and twisted it viciously up behind her back, as he pulled a knife. “Where’s the interloping thief?”

As he whipped the knife around toward Lily’s throat, Eldon lunged. Grabbed the knife hand and hauled it away from Lily. Off balance, he was tossed easily, but kept his grip and Matheson was jerked after him. Lily gasped in pain then Matheson released her and faced Eldon.

“I worked for that spot, I made the opportunity happen. And you waltzed in and scooped it up like it was a cheap toy. The chance of a life time, and you played at it, like it didn’t matter!” His voice rose as Eldon squeezed his hand, and he dropped the knife.

Eldon saw his left hand dart toward his waist. Another knife? He raised a small shield up against his belly and points north and south. What to do with the fellow? It wasn’t like the man could seriously hurt Eldon . . .

The crack of the gun at short range was loud. The shield slammed back against his body and Eldon crashed backwards off the sound stage into a tangle of electric cords and lights. By the time he’d staggered back to his feet, the police had Matheson flat on the sound stage, handcuffs being applied.

Hildebrandt’s grim expression blanked as Eldon climbed back up. “How . . . He couldn’t possibly have missed at that range.”

Lily threw herself at him, wrapped her arms around him.

“Jeez. I keep telling people I’m a wizard from a parallel world. Doesn’t anybody listen?”

“I don’t remember you telling me that.” Hildebrant left the manhandling of Matheson to the uniformed men.

“You must be the only one I missed.” Eldon watched Matheson being led away. "Huh. Even the film had a better ending. Oh wait, must not miss this trope." He scooped Lily up and kissed her. Thoroughly.

ekuah on November 6th, 2017 02:43 pm (UTC)
Do you need a name for the [object]?
Call it 'Heart of Atlantis' or 'Heart of Knowledge'. That name should be cliche enough for such a cobbled together movie plot.

cnmckenney on November 6th, 2017 04:53 pm (UTC)
Is this a lead into Super Star?
Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on November 6th, 2017 09:51 pm (UTC)
Re: Precursor
The movie made in Super Star is the sequel to this one I think. So at least a year in the future.
James ResoldierJames Resoldier on November 6th, 2017 11:40 pm (UTC)
Re: Precursor
Wait, where was "Super Star"?
matapampamuphoff on November 6th, 2017 11:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Precursor
Yes. That's filming the sequel. The Heart of Knowledge (good one, Ekuah!) was was a mega hit, so this one (The Heart of Atlantis) is filming on location. :)
James ResoldierJames Resoldier on November 6th, 2017 11:40 pm (UTC)
Re: Precursor
Where's Super star? Did I miss something?
(Anonymous) on November 7th, 2017 12:07 am (UTC)
RE: Re: Precursor
It's still on the site. Easy to find. Search under Eldon.
matapampamuphoff on November 7th, 2017 12:51 am (UTC)
Re: Precursor
(Anonymous) on November 7th, 2017 12:09 am (UTC)
I want to find out about Eldon and the cyborgs next. 😊
matapampamuphoff on November 7th, 2017 12:49 am (UTC)
Oh ARG! I have to get through Eldon and Xen versus the Helios cannibals first!

Once I get that done, I've got about ten stories of varying lengths that I'll put out in pretty short order.

_Then_ I'll start in on the cyborgs.
(Anonymous) on November 7th, 2017 01:55 am (UTC)
Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am. Whatever you put up will be devoured. Oh, and I buy all of them as they come out. Gotta pay you back for the entertainment. 😊
matapampamuphoff on November 7th, 2017 02:37 am (UTC)
What? No one warned you you'd be sucked into a typo hunt? :) I figure the readers here buy the final copy just so they don't have to see any more of my brutal abuse of commas and hyphens.
(Anonymous) on November 7th, 2017 02:48 am (UTC)
I'm a writer too - not published yet and i love watching it come together.
(Anonymous) on November 7th, 2017 04:03 am (UTC)
Couldn't possibly be because we're a bunch of selfish folks who want the convenience of easily finding them to reread, could it? Maybe we can go with grateful to get to read them early . . . that makes us sound all mature and stuff. Nah, no one would ever believe that!

Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on November 8th, 2017 10:17 pm (UTC)
Final copy?

What's that?

Another reader here and I have different final copies.

Hence the request for version numbers.
matapampamuphoff on November 8th, 2017 10:58 pm (UTC)
Well, if you guys would stop sending me typo lists (please don't stop!) after I've published something . . . and I hadn't decided I might as well stick in a bit of foreshadowing for the work-in-progress since I was fixing typos . . .

(Anonymous) on December 19th, 2017 11:57 pm (UTC)
Recoil and impact
Unless the pistol/revolver was a lot bigger than could be concealed (think Barret rifle or Ra'ds BFG) the impact of the bullet would not have even knocked Eldon over let alone off the stage. If firing the unbraced weapon does not throw the shooter back, then being hit with the bullet will not throw the victim back.
Most people seem to think that firearms ignore conservation of momentum, so you may be deliberately playing into that in which case you know how to write a successful book a lot better than I do, but otherwise, it is something that tends to break my suspension of disbelief and I suspect that it does the same for other people that have handled firearms as well.
Forgive if I seem to be complaining about a free read that I enjoyed immensely and thank you for all the pleasurable reading that you have given me.