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Author: Jon Stephen Fink
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ZOHARIN: You Americans are so sentimental. A father will do anything to get his little princess home. Blood is thicker than…oil!
PETER: So that’s why you kidnapped Stanford Fitzholcomb’s daughter Olivia. Why he owns the biggest—
BRITZKY: Correct. Empire Oil Company. Even a society playboy like you can see that with the means of industrial power under our control it’s only a matter of time before your feeble democracy crumbles like a sand castle!
PETER: Yes. Quite. Even I can see that. But why?
ZOHARIN: To strip this world of the lie of freedom! To rid your country of its masters!
BRITZKY: The people will thank us.
ZOHARIN: The masses will rise up!
PETER: I wouldn’t bet on it old man.
BRITZKY: It’s a shame you won’t be alive to witness the glorious dawn of a new age Mr. Tremayne. A different fate awaits you here—in the Vault of Time.
PETER: Vault of Time?
BRITZKY: A bizarre name yes but it means this tunnel under the Potomac just 100 yards from the place your so-called president docks his yacht. Where the past ends and the future begins.
ZOHARIN: Come on. We don’t have time to waste. Good-bye Peter Tremayne.
The door is chained and locked but Peter Tremayne is not downhearted.
PETER: And hello Green Ray!
Another door unlocks & opens up. In this other dank cell elsewhere in the Vault of Time the young rosebuds on the thorny stem of American High Society suffer at the filthy hands & filthy mouths of these cruel Foreigners. Unlucky for Britzky & Zoharin they forgot to frisk the namby-pamby playboy who they mocked—
PETER: Good thing those fiends never found my 2-way Communicator! Green Ray to base! Green Ray to base! Come in base!
The worried Voice of Captain O’Shaughnessy pushes through the crackling Ether (a ball of cellophane).
O’SHAUGHNESSY: Yer comin’ in loud & clear! Now where th’ Dickens are ye?
PETER: In a tunnel under the Potomac. The entrance or exit is 100 yards down from the President’s yacht. Hurry Captain! And alert all F.B.I. units!
O’SHAUGHNESSY: F.B.I.? What’s that you’re saying? Can’t hear you—your voice is fading away!
Now the Sound of trickling water starts to climb into a Flood.
PETER: Hold on…What’s that? Water. The room it’s…being flooded!
Meanwhile the kidnapped Debutantes try & act brave they Defy the will of their captors. This is not a easy task for them since they are worn down by days & nights in a room like a deep freeze but without the frozen food or even the little light that goes on when you open the door. They were finding out just how girls with nice Manners would be treated under a Anarchy form of Government.
OLIVIA: This is horrible! Horrible! They’ll never let us go—never!
JANE: What do they want us for? Why are we here? Don’t they know who we are? Don’t they know who our fathers are?
ROSALIND: That’s it! That’s why! All of our fathers are important men!
SADELBIA: What do they want to do? Keep us locked in here until they run the world?
OLIVIA: It would be horrible if they took over! They’d outlaw cotillions and catered receptions and…and… everything !
ROSALIND: I won’t live in a world without joy.
BRITZKY: Be quiet! No talking or I take away your privileges!
JANE: What privileges?
BRITZKY: Staying alive! Ha ha haha (etc.).
But in a second Britzky is laughing out of the other side of his face. At first all he sees is the glow of a Green Light like a green fireball rolling toward him from the other end of the tunnel portrayed by a roll of kettle drums & strange flute fluttering. Then right in front of him Britzky sees the fat figure of Zoharin stumble & fall down paralyzed by the glow of the Green Light. When he fell he croaked out one word—
ZOHARIN: Run!
—but Britzky did not need any Advice to blow but fast nor he did not need a score card to tell him who he was up against.
BRITZKY: The Green Ray!
He squealed all
ZOHARIN: You Americans are so sentimental. A father will do anything to get his little princess home. Blood is thicker than…oil!
PETER: So that’s why you kidnapped Stanford Fitzholcomb’s daughter Olivia. Why he owns the biggest—
BRITZKY: Correct. Empire Oil Company. Even a society playboy like you can see that with the means of industrial power under our control it’s only a matter of time before your feeble democracy crumbles like a sand castle!
PETER: Yes. Quite. Even I can see that. But why?
ZOHARIN: To strip this world of the lie of freedom! To rid your country of its masters!
BRITZKY: The people will thank us.
ZOHARIN: The masses will rise up!
PETER: I wouldn’t bet on it old man.
BRITZKY: It’s a shame you won’t be alive to witness the glorious dawn of a new age Mr. Tremayne. A different fate awaits you here—in the Vault of Time.
PETER: Vault of Time?
BRITZKY: A bizarre name yes but it means this tunnel under the Potomac just 100 yards from the place your so-called president docks his yacht. Where the past ends and the future begins.
ZOHARIN: Come on. We don’t have time to waste. Good-bye Peter Tremayne.
The door is chained and locked but Peter Tremayne is not downhearted.
PETER: And hello Green Ray!
Another door unlocks & opens up. In this other dank cell elsewhere in the Vault of Time the young rosebuds on the thorny stem of American High Society suffer at the filthy hands & filthy mouths of these cruel Foreigners. Unlucky for Britzky & Zoharin they forgot to frisk the namby-pamby playboy who they mocked—
PETER: Good thing those fiends never found my 2-way Communicator! Green Ray to base! Green Ray to base! Come in base!
The worried Voice of Captain O’Shaughnessy pushes through the crackling Ether (a ball of cellophane).
O’SHAUGHNESSY: Yer comin’ in loud & clear! Now where th’ Dickens are ye?
PETER: In a tunnel under the Potomac. The entrance or exit is 100 yards down from the President’s yacht. Hurry Captain! And alert all F.B.I. units!
O’SHAUGHNESSY: F.B.I.? What’s that you’re saying? Can’t hear you—your voice is fading away!
Now the Sound of trickling water starts to climb into a Flood.
PETER: Hold on…What’s that? Water. The room it’s…being flooded!
Meanwhile the kidnapped Debutantes try & act brave they Defy the will of their captors. This is not a easy task for them since they are worn down by days & nights in a room like a deep freeze but without the frozen food or even the little light that goes on when you open the door. They were finding out just how girls with nice Manners would be treated under a Anarchy form of Government.
OLIVIA: This is horrible! Horrible! They’ll never let us go—never!
JANE: What do they want us for? Why are we here? Don’t they know who we are? Don’t they know who our fathers are?
ROSALIND: That’s it! That’s why! All of our fathers are important men!
SADELBIA: What do they want to do? Keep us locked in here until they run the world?
OLIVIA: It would be horrible if they took over! They’d outlaw cotillions and catered receptions and…and… everything !
ROSALIND: I won’t live in a world without joy.
BRITZKY: Be quiet! No talking or I take away your privileges!
JANE: What privileges?
BRITZKY: Staying alive! Ha ha haha (etc.).
But in a second Britzky is laughing out of the other side of his face. At first all he sees is the glow of a Green Light like a green fireball rolling toward him from the other end of the tunnel portrayed by a roll of kettle drums & strange flute fluttering. Then right in front of him Britzky sees the fat figure of Zoharin stumble & fall down paralyzed by the glow of the Green Light. When he fell he croaked out one word—
ZOHARIN: Run!
—but Britzky did not need any Advice to blow but fast nor he did not need a score card to tell him who he was up against.
BRITZKY: The Green Ray!
He squealed all
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