S1 Ep 3: Bad Habits

Episode 3- Bad Habits

Gino: Okay everyone, thank you for attending The Green Horizons' inaugral staff meeting. I will be your chairperson, Gino Whelan-

P: Hi Gino. I'm Peter, Peter Savage. I'm 25, Capricorn-

G: no no, not the time Peter-wait, you're second name is Savage?

P: Yeah.

G: How did I not know your full name?

P: It's crazy considering we're best friends.

G: No, it's crazy because you're my employee.

RR: Well you don't know my real name.

P: Your real name isn't RedBekka Roy?

RR: Oh Peter.

J: Well my name is Jillian but everyone calls me Jilly.

G:Okay we're losing focus here-

P: What's your real name Gino?

G: What? It's Gino Whelan.

P: Yeah but what does Gino stand for?

G: Gino!

P: No but is it short for something?

G: No! Wait, what did you think it was short for?

P: Ginopher.

G: So all this time you thought my god-given name was Ginopher Whelan?

P: Yeah, I thought it was odd but then again he's called Bernard so I just thought-

B: Hold on now Bernard is a perfectly normal name.

P: Yeah if you're a dog.

B: What are you talking about?

P: I knew a dog that bit my tongue and his name was Bernard.

B: Peter are you even a real person?

S: How did it bite your tongue Peter?

P: I was licking him obviously.

S: Obviously.

G: Lads we've gone seriously off topic here. Where's my minute taker?

J: That's me Gino. Want me to read back what I already have?

G: That's not-

J: Peter has a second name. RedBekka isn't a real name. Bernard has a silly name. Peter thought Gino was called Ginopher. Peter got bitten on the tongue by a dog.

S: Good lord.

J: How's that Gino?

G: Concise.

B: Bernard is a normal persons' name.

RR: Where's Joe?

G: Asleep.

RR: He sleeps alot. Do you think he's dying?

G: No why would you think that?

RR: Because he's old and shit. Dibs all his stuff.

P: Oh man now she gets his shoes, I wanted those.

G: Okay, see this Percolator? This is a magic percolator. Only the person holding the magic percolator may speak.

P: Can I hold it? I really need to ask Bekka something-

RR: No you can't have his shoes.

P: Darn it!

G: Shut up! Now, the meeting is to discuss our current financial situation.

B: Being that we're broke.

G: Magic Percolator! And yes. We have no money. But I may have solved the issue. I have a contact with a contractor on the CityShip New Geneva, which just so happens to be doing a fly-by of Penthus as we speak. He's found work for us that should keep us going for a while longer. We've even been given free docking, so we don't need to worry about raiding parties.

S: What's the job?

G: It's an advisory role with the New Geneva Inquisitorial Force. From what my contact told me they amount to a piss poor local militia so they accept help wherever they can get it.

S: So we'll be working with the Order?

G: Not we, just Peter.

P: Me? Why?

G: I told them about your past, well not the illegal shite. the soldiering and all that, and they were happy to have you. Also the New Geneva is almost as far removed from the Order as the Rebels, it's a pretty chill ship really.

P: So I'll be working, what will all you guys be doing?

G: Well I don't know about everyone else,but I'm going to stay in the cockpit, drink some box wine and avoid any and all mishaps and adventures.

J: I might have one with you Gino. Been a while since the stealin-Whelans' had a drink together.

G: Literally nobody calls us that.

J: Well they should.

G: No because that would be absolutely terrible for business that transports other peoples property.

J: The stealin-Whelans.

G: Please stop.

RR: Wait, is that what we do?

G: [exasperated} what?

RR: Cargo transport?

G: Well yes, it's our primary job...among other things.

RR: Huh, I never knew.

J: To be fair Gino we haven't actually gotten a haulage contract in a very long while.

G: Yes well business is slow I'll give you that.

B: No Gino, continental drift is slow, our business is dead.

G: Well this job should change all that.

B: But it's not cargo haulage.

RR: I think we need a rebrand.

P: Oooh can we be an improv troupe? Or a roving band of entertainers?

G: Now that's a dead business.

S: Is that the wine there?

G: Yep, got it in Largos. only 4 credits can you believe it?

S: Gino this is cooking wine.

G: So? People eat cooking chocolate.

S: No they don't.

G: Cooking apples surely?

S: Jesus no, that's disgusting.

G: Well look at miss fancy fecking notions eating regular apples and drinking brand name wine.

S: I pity your doctor.

G: Never been to one.

S: Sweet jesus.

RR: I think I might head into the market. See if I can buy a switchblade or a venemous spider.

J: Oh he could be a little friend for Frank.

S: Hey RedBekka, why don't we make a girly day out of it? We'll buy dresses and make-up and talk about boys.

RR: Trust me you don't want to have that conversation.

G: No, don't like that.

S: Well, we can get some ice cream.

RR: Pass.

S: Pass what? The Ice-cream or me coming with you.

RR: Yes.

B: I think what she's saying Sonya is that she's too cool for you.

RR: Precisely Brian.

B: And now she's pretending not to know my name, makes her seem aloof and uncaring.

RR: No I genuinely cannot remember your name.

B: We just had a conversation about it?

RR: I got bored. Anyway I'm sure it's close to Brian, you're Brian now.

B: Ah well that's hurtful.

G: Right lads, the New Geneva is about to come into range. Bernard-

RR: Brian.

G: Heat up the Reserve Thrusters. We've a city to get to.

B: Not that anyone cares but I have plans too you know.

G: Now Bernard you better not be going somewhere that could land you in jail again!

B: As I've said a million times that was a complete misunderstanding. I'm no rebel or terrorist or feckin' galactic assassin. I'm going to a Jazz Club if you must know.

G: What kind of Jazz?

B: Don't worry it's Government approved.

G: Okay, because I don't have a friend of a friend who can bail you out here lad.

P: I might be able to help you with the cops if you get stuck Brian.

RR: Ha!

S: I'm really looking forward to this. A nice relaxing break on a completely safe ship.

(5 seconds of silence)

RR: I bet something bad is gonna happen.

G: Don't you dare!

(Intro)

(Sound of ship flying, landing and powering down. Sound of a bustling city, full of people talking, ships flying overhead and hovercraft flying past. Motor engines and sirens in the distance.)

(Sound stops, indicating the scene is taking place back on TGH)

G: Ah New Geneva. Drink it in lads.

J: Just as beautiful as when we were kids Gino.

S: You two were here before?

J: Yeah, mam and dad brought us when we were kids.

S: Sorry I just can't imagine Gino being a child. Where are your parents now?

J: They're eh...well...

G: They're dead Sonya.

S: Oh god, I'm so sorry.

G: It's okay. We had a brother too, Ricky, he's dead too.

S: Oh jesus Gino...how did-

G: Ricky die? Well...he fell-

S: Oh no-

G: Into a thresher.

S: W-What.

G: To ribbons they found him.

S: Oh lord.

G: We didn't know. By the time we figured out what had happened, Ricky had been spread over half a field of sweetcorn.

S: Gino...I...

J: He's messing Sonya. There's no Ricky.

S: You arsehole!

G: Hey don't get mad my parents are still dead so go back to feeling sorry for me.

S: Dickhead!

RR: Hey you, ready?

S: Yeah, hopefully there's less pricks in New Geneva.

RR: I clearly missed something but I really don't care. Let's go before I literally die from boredom.

G: Bit dramatic no?

RR: I'm a teenager.

G: Fair.

P: Oh hi guys.

RR: Hi Peter!

P: Gino, did your guy say if I could bring my own gun?

G: No he did not Peter. I never thought to ask funnily enough.

P: Oh, well that's okay. I didn't know whether to take my Seether High-Impact Proton Rifle, my Drake Immolation grenades or my Dragoon handcanon...so I flipped a coin and went with the handcanon.

G: How do you flip a coin with three choices?

B: Gino unlock the hatch will you?

G: Alright lad cool the jets I was just about to. What's the name of the place you're going by the way? Just so I know when I hear that a Jazz Bar harbouring Alliance Spies has been raided.

B: Very funny Gino. It's called the Brass Band, and like I said it's a totally legal and above board establishment.

G: Okay lad, if you say so. Now (beep), doors open. So everyone, if you'll kindly...get the fuck out.

S: You're more pleasant drunk, do you know that?

G: You know I gave up once, and everyone begged me to become an alcoholic again. I think you might be onto something.

P: Bye guys!

J: Bye Peter.

G: Don't fuck this up for us Peter! Or I'll leave you here!

J: Be nice to him...he's an artist.

G: He's a lanky eejit.

RR: Later losers.

G: Now make sure you're holding hands with mammy Sonya at all times. Don't talk to any strangers, and if they offer you sweeties run to the nearest adult. Also, if you come accross a Corzaline dealer, get me some I'm hanging for some crush!

S: You're a terrible person.

G: Love you too.

B: Don't fly off on me again.

G: I can't guarantee that.

J: Bye Berny. Oh please be careful.

B: Same to you Jilly.

J: Oh but I'm only having a few with Gino?

B: Exactly.

...

(Sounds of a busy marketplace)

S: This is nice isn't it?

RR: What?

S: This, me and you. We haven't had the chance to just chat you know?

RR: (sarcastic) It's a travesty.

S: (awkward pause) So, Gino's something else?

RR: What are you doing?

S: What? Just chatting.

RR: Why was he the first thing you thought of?

S: What Gino? I don't know.

RR: Right. Anyway It's pointless I don't 'chat'.

S: What dya mean?

RR: I didn't exactly do a lot of 'chatting' in Hybrax if you know what I mean.

S: Yeah well that life's behind you now. Now you can-

RR: What? Buy dresses and make-up? Sonya, you can take the girl outta Hybrax, but you can't take Hybrax outta the girl.

S: (five second silence) Do you want a switchblade?

RR: Thought you'd never ask.

S: Okay, this is good. I'm empowering you to protect yourself. Maybe I can show you some combat techniques with one.

RR: Oh trust me, I'm pretty familiar. Aim for the balls and don't stop.

S: That won't always work RedBekka, I know a few moves that would take down a whole gang of armed assailants.

RR: No offense Sonya, but you don't strike me as the badass knifefight type.

S: Well what type do I strike you as?

RR: I don't know, the boring type?

S: I am not boring. Here, I'll show you. Hey you, show me your best switchblades, and fast!

Merchant: What did you say to me?

S: Oh, em...please may I see your switchblades...please?

RR: So cool.

S: Do you just carry that butcher knife with you everywhere you go or...?

Merchant: I use it when people disrepsect me. Now, here you go. The finest blades in New Geneva.

S: Your cheapest is 60 credits? Bit steep no?

Merchant: What was that?

S: I'll take it!

Merchant: 60 credits please.

RR: You're a real badass.

S: Well there goes all my shopping money.

(Sound of them walking)

RR: Oh it just broke. That is freaking hilarious.

S: What? But I paid 60 credits for it. That is it!

RR: What are you going to do?

S: I'm getting my money back.

RR: This I gotta see!

S: Hey! Hey you! I demand a full refund or I swear to god-

[Explosion]

...

(Door opens, footsteps, small bell being rung, approaching footsteps)

Desk clerk: what?

P: Hi there. I was told to come to the police station? Here I have a gun.

Desk clerk: What? Whoa take it easy there sir.

P: Oh you have one too.

Desk Clerk: I have an armed male at reception request immediate back-up.

P: Oh hey don't worry buddy. I'm here to help!

(Door swings open)

Captain Wyk: What's going on here? Drop you're weapon!

P: Now if you're implying that I would drop a Dragoon Handcanon to the floor, you're crazy bananapants buddy. I could damage Maria! That's what I call her.

CW: What are you doing here?

P: Hey could everyone stop pointing their guns at me?

CW: Answer the question or we will open fire!

P: I'm Peter Savage. You guys asked for my help?

CW: Oh, you're the guy?

P: Yeah! why else would I just walk into your police station armed?

CW: We thought that maybe you were trying to shoot up the place?

P: Oh gollygosh no! What a hilarious mixup!

CW: Are you really the guy?

P: Yeah, and I'm a pretty good shot too, but my real passion is art. Here, take a look at these. I call this one 'Muscle Sprouts'.

CW: What the hell am I looking at? Look, nevermind that. Can you handle yourself in a firefight?

P: I've been in more than a few skirmishes Officer? Sergeant? Mr?

CW: Wyk. Captain Wyk. Look, we're planning on taking down a suspected Corzaline distributary in the city. Intel says a few crusheads are sitting on half a mil. More than likely they'll come quietly but we need the extra muscle just in case they decide to turn New Geneva into the wild west. Can you help us out?

P: Well I can be your extra muscle...sprout. Did you see what I did there?

CW: Please don't joke.

P: Okey Dokey.

CW: Look I saw your file and it's...exemplary. So I'm going to have to go by that but, you're not what i expected.

P: My mom says that all the time.

CW: Okay, we roll out in an hour. Get suited and meet us in the Armed Response Car out front. Got it?

P: Okey Dokey.

CW: And stop saying Okey Dokey.

P: Okey Do-I mean, yes Captain. Happy to be of assistance.

CW: I'm going to kill that contractor.

(door opens and closes)

P: I nailed that. Didn't I nail that?

Desk Clerk: No, you did not.

P: Ah what do you know?

Desk Clerk: I like your art.

P: Thank you!

...

J: Cheers Gino!

G: Cheers sis! Oh god this wine is still gross.

J: I know, I thought it might grow on us but it's horrible.

G: I can feel my stomach lining dissolving.

J: Hey dya wanta play a drinking game?

G: No, god no. Last time I got involved in a drinking game with you was at Alchemilia. I got so rat-arsed on drink and crush that I passed out on the floor.

J: Oh yeah I remember that. We all thought you died.

G: (laughing) What? No yee didn't.

J: Yeah we did. You were pale and your eyes were open. You looked like you overdosed and died.

G: Did...did any of you try and do anything?

J: No. We just kept drinking.

G: So you thought I was dead...and your reaction is to continue the session?

J: Well you were long gone Gino. Nothing that could be done. It would have been a waste of a good wake.

G: You turned it into a wake?

J: Yeah. Ah we said lovely things about you. Except Mortlock. He said some...truly horrible things...cutting, and very personal.

G: Jilly that's fucked up.

J: Oh look someones at the door!

G: We'll get back to this. Right lets activate the hatch door camera.

J: It's a woman. Is she a salesperson?

G: Hang on I'll ask (radio pitch) What dya want?

MA: My name is Sister Marylin-Anna. I was wondering if you'd heard the good word?

G: Ah brilliant it's a missionary! Let's bring her in and mess with her. I just put some Genital Herpes pics into the gross drawer.

J: I don't know Gino, what if she's mad?

G: Of coarse she's mad! She's a missionary! (radio pitch) Come in love, doors open. We're in the cockpit waiting to hear all about Jeebus!

J: Gino I don't think this is a good idea. (footsteps approaching, door opening).

G: Hello there Sister. Take a seat and tell me all about how we live is abject sin, and can only be saved by our lord Jesus Christ.

MA: Oh I'm not here to preach the testaments captain. You see, there is a living prophet among us, who demands your praise.

G: Living prophet? Oh shit.

J: Who're you talking about?

MA: Why Calvin Olivier of coarse. Who else?

G: Jilly, she's a Second Puritan!

J: Gino, what's in her bag?

G: Yeah Marylin, what's in the bag?

MA: It's Sister Marylin-Anna. And the bag contains your cleansing, if you are indeed unclean as I suspect.

J: It's a firebomb Gino!

G: I guessed that Jill. You Puritans, you just love burning people.

MA: Only those deserving of cleansing shall be kissed by flame. Calvin Olivier has gifted me the ability to resist fire. The firebomb as you call it shall not harm me.

G: Oh believe me love, it bloody will.

MA: Love, is that what you call me? Do you know love? The love of being blessed, pure and untempted?

G: I know that somebody who goes around turning people into roasted marshmallows can't have a lot of love in their heart.

MA: Then you know nothing captain. For Calvin Olivier loves us all. He weeps to see what we have become, and wishes to cleanse us-

J: With fire, yeah we heard that.

MA: Tell me sister, are you pure?

J: I'm pure terrified right now.

MA: No sister, do you still hold your modesty?

J: What are you on about?

G: Jill, she wants to know have you...you know...

J: What?

G: Oh god I don't want to say the word the my sister.

MA: Carnal lust my sister.

J: Sex? What about it?

MA: Have you engaged in the sin of it?

J: Not since Alchemelia.

G: What? with who?

J: Dimitri's cousin Andrea.

G: Andrea? Isn't he a model for Alchemilia menswear?

J: Yeah.

G: Fair play.

MA: So you are touched, spoiled, tainted?

J: Hey now I'm not a gone off tin of beans!

MA: I pity you, and weep for you sister. I am pure and untarnished, only Cavin Olivier has touched my womanhood.

G: Big surprise there.

MA: I beg your pardon?

G: Well that's the way isn't it? A fella goes around claiming he's holy, creates a cult and has sex with all its female followers.

MA: It is a marrying of the spirits, not that disgusting word which you use.

J: They always make it sound pure Marylin-Anna, but it's the same thing girl.

MA: No, I am pure! Watch!

G: No no no! Wait, maybe you can change our beliefs? I mean, I have been in the market for a new saviour. I'm sure Calvin Olivier would be happy with two new followes rather than three charred corpses.

MA: Do you feel as though there is room in your heart too sister?

J: Oh yeah, you could park a ship in it there's so much room.

he planet Demeter in the year: 2232

...

(Jazz playing, busy bar full of talking, laughing etc, Bernard walking to the bar)

Barman: Welcome to the Brass Band. What'll it be sir?

B: Could I have a whiskey neat please.

Barman: Coming up (Sound of Whiskey bottle top being unscrewed, whiskey being pour into glass)

B: Are there any seats?

Barman: There seems to be a seat available at that table over there, beside that gentlman. Now, two credits please.

B: Two? Ah Jaysus bit steep.

Barman: I'm sorry sir?

B: Ah nothing, thanks very much.

(Bernard walks through the busy Jazz bar)

B: Sorry, dya mind me taking up the land next to yours?

No reply

B: Sorry just...a bit of a joke.

Damien: I'm sorry what?

B: Nothing. Are you alright?

D: Yes, I am thank you.

B: A yank are yah?

D: I'm sorry?

B: American?

D: Chicago, originally.

B: Oh, a lovely spot that.

D: I'm sorry?

B: It's a nice place! Feck it's loud.

D: I suppose it is.

B: Is it always this busy at 2pm?

D: It's the lunchtime rush.

B: Sorry?

D: The lunchtime rush!

B: Ohryt like the offices and stuff?

D: Yes.

B: Is that what you do?

D: No. It's higher up.

B: Higher up? Like corporate?

D: No. You could say it's the highest calling.

B: A call center? That's grand work.

D: What do you do?

B: Me? I'm an engineering officer.

D: Ah, so like space travel.

B: Yeah exactly. Sorry I didn't get your name.

D: It's Damien. And you? That accent, that's Irish?

B: Yes it is! Bernard's my name.

D: Ah, well it's nice to meet you Bernard.

B: Nice to meet you Damien. So, are you here because of the Lunchtime rush too?

D: Yes, you could say that.

B: Not pleasure no?

D: Well, my pleasure is supposed to come afterwards.

B: Oh is it now? Can I help with that?

D: I'm...I'm not sure. Before I came I was set on going through with it. But now, being here....seeing all these people, I don't know.

B: I know how you feel, but trust me...once you go through with it, it'll be like a weight off your shoulders.

D: No, I don't think I can now.

B: Why not? You're here now, you've come all this way...you'll be glad you did it.

D: But it'll hurt people.

B: Of coarse it will. But you'll find new people, and trust me they'll be glad you went through with it.

D: I've already found them-

B: Well there you go. Come on, you can do it with me.

D: Oh are you one of us too?

B: What gave it away?

D: Okay, as long as I know we'll both survive.

B: Jaysus what did you have in mind?

D: Okay here we go! Oh god it's not working!

B: You're probably just nervous!

D: I need to go! I need to get out of here!

B: We can get a hotel room maybe? Hey wait come back! You forgot your bag! Shite! This thing's heavy! What's in- oh sweet jesus now I understand.

(Bernard walks back to the bar)

B: Barman...come here please.

Barman: Another whiskey sir?

B: No no I'm fine there. Emm so listen, I need to tell you something and I need you to not panic. That Guy I sat beside had a bomb in his bag which seems to have misfired so I'm gonna need you to calmly call the bomb disposal unit as quick as humanly possible.

Barman: Oh sweet Jesus! A bomb! Oh my god everybody run that guy's holding a bomb!

(mass panic)

B: Fecking eejit.

....

Peter and the armed response team are outside the door of a suspected Crush Dealer.

Captain Wyk: This is the place. Men, arm yourselves.

(Loud Banging)

W: Lawrence Diedermeyer! This is the New Geneva Inquisitorial Police. You are ordered under the Special Council to make yourself available for questioning and to allow for the unrestricted search of your property and seizure of any materials,be they living or no, deemed illegal under the Legislation of the Order of Humanity.

LD: (Through the door) Hey fuck you pigs!

W: Lawrence Diedermeyer! This is your final warning.

LD: Suck my dick lawman. I ain't coming out without a fight.

W: Officer Douglas...please use the enforcer to break down the door.

OD: Three, two, one.

(door being broken open, sound of a gunshot )

OC: Douglas!

W: Shit, where's the shooter?

P: It was a shotgun on a string!

W: A damn trap! Bastards! Douglas?

OD: Ow, owie.

W: He's okay. The helmet stopped the buckshot.

OD: My cheese was cheese before you even knew man.

W: Okay in the broad term, he's quite concussed. Coombes, stay with him. Peter?

P: Yeah?

W: You're with me. I hope you're as good as they say!

P: I hope so too!

W: Lead the way Savage!

[They enter the apartment, sounds of creaky floorboards]

W: movement to your left.

Gang member: Die pi-

(Gunshot, body hitting floor)

P: Oh Maria you naughty girl.

W: Peter!

P: I see him.

(Gunshot, body hitting floor)

Gang Member: (choking, gargling) Please...

P: Looks like someone overdosed...on bullets! Nah that didn't work.

(Gunshot)

P: Any of these guys Lawrence?

W: No, keep your eyes open.

P: Behind you!

(Gunshot, body hitting floor)

W: You are good.

P: It's a matter of opinion really. I mean, I think I'm a better vegetable artist but-

W: Peter.

P: Right, sorry! Not the time.

W: The only room left is the living room. He must be there.

(The pair head toward the living room)

W: Mr. Diedermeyer, we know you're hiding behind the couch, come out-

P: Hang on captain, I got this. Hey, Lawrence. This is Peter, Peter Savage. I'm 25, a Capricorn. I love art, History and my best friend is an Alcoholic and drug abusing Irish Space captain. but most importantly Lawrence, I'm currently holding Maria, a Mark I Dragoon Handcanon. Now Maria here is capable of shooting through your couch, through you, through the concrete holding this here building up, through the ship and eventually come to a gentle stop halfway to Salirus. Now, I've currently put two of your friends in bodybags and one of your friends into two so, before you want to end up as Maria's next ex-person I kindly urge you to drop your weapon, slide it on over, put your hands up and stop being a total butthead.

LD: Okay I'm...I'm coming out just don't shoot.

P: Good Job. Phew, well that was fun! Good job Captain...high five?

W: No.

P: Okay.

W: High ten!

P: Oh wow okay! Getting into the spirit of things I like it! I hope my friends are having as much fun as I am!

...

(Inferno Blazing)

S: RedBekka!? RedBekka!? Oh god...I can't...RedBekka!

(End)

Created By Paul Walsh

Cast

Kieran Walsh as Gino Whelan

Caoimhe Walsh as Sonya Halley

Amy Jackman as Jilly Whelan

Steven Stubbs as Bernard Dooley

Megan Walsh as RedBekka Roy

Paul Walsh as Peter Savage

Jack Bishop as Mortlock the Smuggler

Sound by Steven Stubbs

Recorded in the Forum, Waterford, Ireland.

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Music

Intro by Daniel Noronha (Mrthenoronha)

Deep Base by Pryght One

Synthwave by Furbyguy

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