Something a bit different today; inspired by a thread on another part of the site (and I've posted the same thing there as well), here's a 'trailer' for Protect and Survive - just a little thought exercise, but it was good fun to write something a little differently.
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Open w/ footage of Protect and Survive ep.1, 'Nuclear Explosions Explained'
PATRICK ALLEN (V/O) 'Nuclear explosions are caused by weapons such as H-Bombs or Atom Bombs. They are like ordinary explosions only many times more powerful'
We pan out to reveal that we are watching the episode on a big, old '80s television, in a dark room.
PATRICK ALLEN (V/O Contd.) 'They cause great heat and blast.'
We are in a living room, anyone's front room. It is badly damaged, though. The wallpaper is burnt, the flowers are dead, the furniture is scorched.
PATRICK ALLEN (V/O Contd.) 'They also make a cloud of deadly dust, which falls slowly to the ground.'
We pan further out, seeing more of the shattered room. We can see now that the only light is coming from a smashed window to the left of the screen. The remains of curtains are blowing lazily into the house, along with the suggestion of something else.
PATRICK ALLEN (V/O Contd.) 'This is what is called fallout.'
At this point, that horrible staticy 'fallout' sound effect is high in the mix, almost overwhelming. We pan further back out. There is now a highbacked armchair taking up most of the right foreground.
We reveal on the left armrest a skeleton's arm, its bony hand still holding a copy of the 'Protect and Survive' leaflet. Hold for a couple of seconds, increase 'fallout' sound effect and then fade to blinding white.
MUSIC - 'Two Tribes, Frankie Goes to Hollywood'.
As the Piano/Orchestral introduction to the song starts, we are treated to archive footage that suggests a confrontation between the superpowers - think footage of the '80s REFORGERS; big long lines of tanks and trucks; Soviet parades w/ missile launchers etc. This goes on for about twenty seconds; as the orchestral sweeps during the last few seconds of the intro hit, we quick cut between various shots of UK preparations for war - we see a line of ambulances, we see armed troops on a very clearly British street (red phone-boxes etcetera), we see Bloodhound missiles aiming up at a stormy sky.
The music now gets mixed down; where the vocals would start in the song, we just get that bassline providing a tempo for the following events.
Shot to the Constable, sitting in the back of a dimly lit, moving transit van, at night (amongst other policemen). He is very visibly, and audibly, nervous.
THE CONSTABLE (V/O) 'I can't say I agree with everything that's...going on at the moment...'
Cut to footage of police kicking down a door in the middle of the night, cut to unarmed, fairly innocuous people getting dragged out amid blue lights.
THE CONSTABLE (V/O contd.)'...but it's not really like I've got a choice'.
Cut to image of a soldier, amongst the rubble, pointing a revolver at a scruffy, exhausted, terrified policeman.
THE CONSTABLE (V/O contd.)' It's all got a little...cowboys and indians these days...'
Shots of heavily armed, dirty soldiers and policemen scowling at the camera from several overloaded lorries that pass by, revealing several unarmed civilians on their knees or standing with their hands on their heads, under armed guard. We get a brief glimpse of the Officer, smoking a cigarrette; the nature of the shot suggests impending conflict.
Cut back to the Constable in the back of the van. We reveal that he is loading a revolver with shaking hands.
THE CONSTABLE (to the camera) 'and for better or worse, you've got to choose the fucking cowboys.'
Music cuts to silence as we are cut into a shot of the mushroom cloud viewed from the Monument, Central Newcastle. We see the backs of the Old Man and his Wife. He turns, in slow motion, to shield her, as in the street we are looking down, the glass in the windows smashes closer and closer towards them. As this happens, we fade in from the 44th second of Craig Armstrong's 'Escape' (as the vocals start.) It is as the vocals shift up a key that we see the smashing glass and the blast wave approach the pair. Cut to black.
As the music returns, softly, we have a montage of the destruction; buildings burn, cars are overturned, a single child's hand sticks up from out of the rubble.
As the vocals get stronger, we see footage of soldiers in gas masks, and rescue services with improvised protective equipment, moving in towards the burning city. It is a picture of Hell itself as the music reaches a crescendo. The following voiceover comes as the music gets lower at around two minutes forty-three.
THE CONTROLLER (V/O) 'We did what we had to do...'
Shot of people up against a wall, bullets crashing into them. They fall in slow-mo.
THE CONTROLLER (V/O, contd.) 'to protect what we had left...'
Shot of wounded policemen bombing up SLR magazines in a destroyed shop front.
THE CONTROLLER (V/O, contd.) '...just to survive.'
Shot of queue of wounded, shattered survivors outside a feeding centre or hospital.
Cut to frontal shot of The Controller stepping outside the Freeman Hospital.
THE CONTROLLER (V/O, contd.) 'These are desperate times...'
We zoom in on the Controller, revealing the stress and premature aging in his face.
THE CONTROLLER (V/O contd.) '....and you can guarantee there will be desperate measures.'
As this line is delivered, we swoop to behind the Controller. Just as we are taking in the landscape shot of destruction that is revealed, there is a slam-cut to black with the sound of a single rifle's shot, loud.
We are now onto the final section of Craig Armstrong's 'Escape' (which starts at four minutes and seventeen seconds into the song) in which drums are added and the tempo kicked up. Each cut now is a slam, faster and faster, various brief glimpses of the action.
THE OFFICER (V/O) 'There's blood on your hands, Controller. Oceans of it.'
Shot of soldiers running, under fire, through the Battle of Felton. Shot of violent, pre-war rioting, shot of fighter aircraft flying low over the countryside.
THE OFFICER (V/O, contd.) 'I've nothing left now but a mission. I am going to find you...'
Shot of a helicopter's searchlight. Troops kicking down a door. The Controller in an argument in the Civic Centre bunker.
THE OFFICER (V/O, contd.) '...I am going to stop you...'
Shot of the Officer kicking a suspect tied to a chair. Shot of policemen hastily carrying the Controller into a waiting van.
THE OFFICER (V/O, contd.) '...and then, I am going to kill you'
Quick shot of the airport blast rising into the sky.
Silence. Cut to title 'PROTECT AND SURVIVE'.
Cut to black.
THE OFFICER (unseen) 'Of course...'
He inhales on a cigarrette, illuminating, in sickly orange, himself and his rifle.
THE OFFICER (direct to camera, humourless) '...it's not the end of the world.'
End trailer.