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An original radio drama by Sam Warrington

PRODUCTION SCRIPT
JANUARY 22 2024

CAST

NARRATOR Voice of Dylan

DYLAN A young man
Zemu An alien Dylan meets along the way
Ship AI - Albert AI that Dylan can have funny talks
with whilst flying

SCENE ONE: INT. SPACESHIP – UNKNOWN

(Dylan, ship AI)

NARRATOR: Today marks 46 days of travel…

MUSIC: SLOW AND OMINOUS

NARRATOR: AND IM LOVING THIS!

MUSIC: SWITCHES UP TO A HAPPIER SONG

NARRATOR: Everyday, I wake up and decide were

I’m going that day.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS ON THE SHIP’S METAL WALK

WAYS, BACKGROUND NOISE OF THE ENGINE
A SLIDING DOOR OPENING AS THE
FOOTSTEPS GET LOUDER.

NARRATOR: I sit down in my chair and chose what

To do, this is what I’ve dreamed of.

MUSIC: FADES OUT LEAVING JUST THE ENGINE

NOISES AND BACKGROUND NOISE
DYLAN: Albert, where we going today?

ALBERT: I do not know. Where would you like

to go?

DYLAN: Who knows, let’s pick up the pace

though

SOUNDS: DYLAN SHIFTING THE SHIPS GEARS TO GO

QUICKER. THE ENGINES POWER UP AND WUR
IN TO LIFE. A HUGE EXPLOSIAN HAPPENS
AS THE SHIP PULLS AWAY.

MUSIC: UP-BEAT ADVENTURE MUSIC FADES IN AS

THE SHIP ACCELERATES IN TO HYPER-
JUMP. IT FADES AS THE NEXT SCENE
STARTS

SCENE 2: INT. COCKPIT – UNKNOWN

SOUNDS: DYLAN FLIPPING SWITHCHES AND CLICKING

BUTTONS

DYLAN: Albert, stabilize the ion-thrusters.

ALBERT: As you say. What are you going to do?

SOUND: A LOW HUM APPEARS AS THE ENGINES

SLIGHTLY POWER DOWN. DYLAN’S CHAIR
TURNS AROUND AS THE HYDROLICS SQUEAK.

DYLAN: I don’t know… gonna walk around for a

bit. Stretch my legs.

ALBERT: I’ll be here. I’ll let you know if

you are needed.

DYLAN: Thanks albert.

SOUNDS: THE DOOR SLIDES OPEN AS THE METAL

GRATES RATTLE UNDER DYLANS BOOTS

SOUNDS: ALBERT WALKS ALONG THE WALKWAY OF THE

SHIP TO HIS ROOM. THE DOOR SLIDES
OPEN

DYLAN: Alright, let’s get some work done.

SOUNDS: DYLAN’S SNORING FADES IN AS HE FELL

ASLEEP WHILST WORKING. BEEPING AS
 ALBERT IS TRYING TO LET DYLAN KNOW
SOMETHING IS HAPPENING.

SOUNDS: AN ALARM STARTS GOING WAKING DYLAN UP

IMMEDIATLEY IN A PANIC
DYLAN: OH MY GOD! ALBERT WHATS GOING ON?

ALBERT: I do not know. I’m trying to diagnose

the problem.

SOUNDS: DYLAN OPENS HIS DOOR AND RUNS TO THE

COCKPIT AND SEE’S THE SCREENS
SPARKING AND FLASHING RED

DYLAN: Albert, why didn’t you warn me?

SOUNDS: DYLAN RUSHES TO HIS CHAIR AND SITS

DOWN TRYING TO FIX THE FLASHING
SCREENS

Albert: I tried, you’re a heavy sleeper

Dylan: Shut up, now isn’t the time

SOUNDS: DYLAN FLICKING SWITCHES IN HOPES OF

RESOLVING THE SITUATION

ALBERT: I have found the problem. We’ve run

out of stardust for our ION-
thrusters. Its damaged the engine.

DYLAN: Well that doesn’t help. Can we land

somewhere?

ALBERT: There’s a planet within our distance.

We can possibly make it.

DYLAN: Set our course for there.

SOUNDS: THE ENGINE STRUGGLES TO POWER UP AND

SPLUTERS BUT GETS GOING.

DYLAN: Come on… come on…

SOUNDS: ENGINE SPLUTTERING AND GIVING UP. THE

SHIP CREAKING.

MUSIC: TENSE, QUICK MUSIC.

SOUNDS: RADIO STATIC AS DYLAN TRIES TO GET
THROUGH TO THE COMMAND TOWER

DYLAN: I NEED TO LAND! One of my engines

have given out. I can’t slow down.

OFFICER: Land at pad 4. That’s clear.

DYLAN: Thank you. Albert, shut the engines
off. We need to be dead slow

ALBERT: Doing it now.

SOUNDS: ENGINES POWERING DOWN, THEN

COMPLETLEY SHUTTING OFF

DYLAN: Please work… please…

SOUNDS: SHIP SCRAPING ALONG THE GROUND. THE

SHIP ACHING

SOUNDS: SLOWLY COMING TO A STOP ON THE RUNWAY

BEFORE FULLY STOPPING.

DYLAN: Thank god... Ha, well that was fun

SOUNDS: DYLAN LETS OUT A PAINED LAUGH

ALBERT: I wouldn’t call that fun.

DYLAN: Albert, I’ll be back

SOUNDS: DYLAN LEAVING THE COCKPIT AND WALKING

TO THE EXIT DOOR.

SOUNDS: EXIT DOOR DECOMPRESSES AND OPENS WITH

A WHINE. DYLAN STEPS OUT TALKING TO A
REPAIR CREW AND AN OFFICER

DYLAN: Hey there! Uhh, sorry about that.

OFFICER: Fix this man’s ship.

SOUNDS: REPAIR CREW WALKS PAST AND MAKE THEIR

WAY TO THE ENGINE

DYLAN: ITS ENGINE 4! Do you need payment?

OFFICER: Yes. For the crew, the runway is

covered. 100k shmorgal credits.
DYLAN: Okay. I’ll send that now.

SOUNDS: HOLO-PHONE WIRES THE CREDITS WITH A

DING

DYLAN: There you go. I’ll be back when it’s

done.

MUSIC: JAZZ FUSION MUSIC FADES IN

SOUNDS: BUSY STREET WITH ALIEN NOISES. ALIEN

SHOUTING, HOVER CRAFTS GOING PAST

SOUNDS: ALIEN BAR MUSIC IS PLAYING AS DYLAN

WALKS PAST

SOUNDS: DOOR SWINGS OPEN AS DYLAN WALKS IN

AND THE NOISE GETS LOUDER, SO DOES
THE MUSIC.

DYLAN: One roafle of skronge please.

SOUNDS: THE BARTENDER SLIDES THE DRINNK OVER

AND DYLAN PICKS IT UP

DYLAN: Thank you. This is a need after the

day I’ve had.

ALIEN: Blaghaup scrimpalgup!

SOUNDS: DYLAN STARTS DRINKING HIS SKRONGE

DYLAN: Mind if I sit here?

SOUNDS: BAR SOUNDS AS ITS BUSY

ZLAX: Xuluphen shlugoo

DYLAN: Oh, you speak zluporfon?

ZLAX: Xulephen

DYLAN: I speak a little.

ZLAX: rogdom?

Dylan: Yeah, I’m not the best at it though

SOUNDS: DIALOUGE FADES OUT, BACKGROUND MUSIC

FADES IN TO FOREGROUND
SOUNDS: MUSIC FADES OUT, DAILOUGE FADES IN.
THEY SOUND DRUNK

(Dylan and Zlax have slurred speech)

ZLAX: Vagmorf valapon cringleshmet!

SOUNDS: DYLAN LAUGHS

DYLAN: Really?!

ZLAX: Ragdom. Zlangal plong triblehut

zingle dib hiyad?

DYLAN: uh, I crashed my hover-car into my

boss’s window.

ZLAX: zlagellll?!

DYLAN: I also outran a crime family from

teefar system. That was fun

SOUNDS: DYLAN AND ZLAX LAUGH HYSTERICALLY

DYLAN: My ship should be fixed now. You

should come back with me.

ZLAX: zultip. Gup ze fupo.

SOUNDS: DYLAN AND ZLAX STAND UP AND PUSH

THEIR
CHAIRS UNDER THE TABLE. THE DOOR
OPENS AND THEY LEAVE. BAR MUSIC GETS
QUIETER.

SOUNDS: DYLAN TRIPS OVER AND ZLAX LAUGH AT

HIM.

SCENE THREE: EXT. STREET – NIGHT

DYLAN: Not much longer. I hope its fixed.

ZLAX: Junpox hee

SOUNDS: ZLAX LAUGHS

DYLAN: Ahhh, there she is. Good as new.

SOUNDS: DYLAN OPENS A METAL GATE AND ZLAX
FOLLOWS.

SOUNDS: SHIP DOOR OPENS SLOWLY. DYLAN AND

ZLAX GET IN

DYLAN: This is the cockpit. Where the magic

happens. Sit there and we’ll be off

ZLAX: Suphix

ALBERT: Oh welcome back. I see you made a

friend.

DYLAN: Albert, this is Zlax. We’re gonna

take off now. Start the launch
sequence.

ALBERT: Are you intoxicated?

DYLAN: What?! No… maybe.

SOUNDS: DYLAN LAUGHS

DYLAN: Start the sequence, got places to be

ALBERT: If you say so…

SOUNDS: ENGINES START TO POWER UP. DISPLAY

SCREENS TURN ON.

DYLAN: WOOOO, she lives!

SOUNDS: SHIP STARTS TO TAKE OFF, SCRAPING THE

GROUND AND SWAYING

DYLAN: Oop, sorry about that

SOUNDS: ZLAX AND DYLAN LAUGH

ALBERT: Are you sure this is a good idea? You

do not seem fit to fly.

DYLAN: Shut up Albert. Have some fun.

ALBERT: If you say so.

SOUNDS: ALBERT GOES OFFLINE

MUSIC: UP-BEAT, FUNNY MUSIC AS DYALN PULLS

UP OUT OF THE ATMOSPHERE
DYLAN: You having fun?!

ZLAX: GIPPY!!

DYLAN: Let’s speed up a bit, shall we?

SOUNDS: ENGINES ROAR AS DYLAN SPEEDS UP. THE

SHIP CREAKING.

SOUNDS: ALBERT COMES BACK ONLINE

ALBERT: Just remember, this planet has a

dystrical atmosphere. They can still
fine you up here.

SOUNDS: ALBERY GOES OFLINE AGAIN

DYLAN: Yeah whatever.

DYLAN: Zlax, flip the switch on your left.

It’s the ion-generator.

SOUNDS: ZLAX FLIPS THE SWITCH

DYLAN: Thanks!

ZLAX: Di gupob

DYLAN: Wanna have some fun?

Zlax: Gippy!

SOUNDS: THE SHIP WURRS AS THE ENGINES HEAT UP

AS THE SHIP DOES A BARREL ROLL

DYLAN: YEAHHH!

SOUNDS: SPACE POLICE SIRENS IN THE BACKGROUND

FADE IN AS THEY GFET CLOSER

DYLAN: Oh no, please no… ALBERT!

DYLAN: ALBERT!

SOUNDS: OVER THE RADIO AN OFFICER TALKS WITH

DYLAN
OFFICER: Ship-B17GT68, Model 74-Cargo. Stop
your engines and deplete your
starlight fuel.

SOUNDS: IN A SHAKY VOICE DYLAN REPLIES

DYLAN: Yes officer…

OFFICER: Pressurise your air-lock, We’re

boarding. Do you have any passengers?

ZLAX: Do not say my name. Make one up.

DYLAN: You can speak English?!

SOUNDS: DYLAN SAYS ON THE RADIO

DYLAN: Yes, one person. Dave…

OFFICER: Okay, We’re attaching now.

SCENE FOUR: INT. COCKPIT - UNKNOWN

SOUNDS: THE POLICE’S SHIP ATTACHES TO DYLANS

WITH A CLUNCH AND A HISS

MUSIC: INTENSE MUSIC FAKES IN AS THE POLICE

MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE COCKPIT.

SOUNDS: THE DOOR OPENS TO THE COCKPIT

DYLAN: Officers…

OFFICERS: Reports from witnesses say they a

tall human and a short alien leaving
a bar drunk. We believe that those
people are you.

ZLAX: I am not short! Do you know who I am?

OFFICER: Who?

ZLAX: I AM ZLAX! THE MOST WANTED MAN IN

THIS SYSTEM! AND NO ONE CALLS ME
SHORT.

DYLAN: Probably shouldn’t have said that…

ZLAX: Realising that now

DYLAN: I did not know that.

OFFICER: Zlax, hands behind your back

SOUNDS: METAL CLINKING AS HANDCUFFS ARE PUT

ON ZLAX

OFFICER: As for you, take this. This will wear

the effects of the alcohol off. I
don’t want to see you again.

DYLAN: Okay officer, have a good day or

night.

SOUNDS: OFFICER LEAVES WITH ZLAX AND THE

COCKPIT DOOR SHUTS.

SOUNDS: DYLAN SITS DOWN IN HIS CHAIR AND

SIGHS. THE POLICE DETACH AND FLY
AWAY.

MUSIC: CLAM, SOOTHING MUSIC FADES IN.

SOUNDS: ALBERT COMES BACK ONLINE

ALBERT: Next time listen to me.

DYLAN: Yeah, yeah…

ALBERT: How about I control the ship for now?

DYLAN: Good idea.

SOUNDS: THE ENGINES TURN BACK ON AND THE SHIP

STARTS TO CREAK FORWARD.

DYLAN: It was kind of fun though, you gotta

admit.

ALBERT: No, no it wasn’t…

THE END.