1.1
\nWe hear the voice of SIBYL over an elaborate montage of antiquarian maps, royal insignia and portraiture:<\/p>\n
SIBYL (voice over):
\nIt is an unspecified future, a world which very much resembles fin de siecle Europe at the uncertain borders of the twentieth century\u2026
\nThe balance of power is generated by tensions between the Dark Continent, Africa and the infightings of European states. The Americas are still a legion of colonies and it is here, most especially in North America, these bids for power are unfurled.<\/p>\n
In the past decade, an uneasy truce has emerged in the form of one person: a man claiming to be the latest reincarnation \u2014and by this we mean the precise genetic blue print\u2014of Napoleon Bonaparte\u2014resurrected by the forces of Will and Destiny\u2026 And a genetics program (some say with the aid of the Occult.)
\nWhether these claims be true or not, this man emerges from the ranks to lead France to victory\u2014quelling the turmoil in her American colonies. Soon this Napoleon proclaims himself Emperor of the Americas, much to the chagrin of the French Crown\u2014who have no choice but to concede. An alliance is made with the Austro-Hungarian Empire through a marriage with the Hapsburg Princess. Bonaparte has created a stability not seen in these parts for decades.<\/p>\n
Now the edgy alliance is threatened with the storm clouds of marital unhappiness: The Hapsburg Princess, charged with treason, has been placed under arrest and taken to an undisclosed location. Her actual crime is her inability to produce an heir\u2014in spite of relentless (and often humiliating) subjection to the Emperor\u2019s genetic program.
\nWhile a case is being built to demonstrate her treachery, the Royalist faction in the Americas, as well as the European monarchy are further unsettled when the Emperor marries his beautiful Haitian mistress, Eugenie, in a secret ceremony\u2014and then declares her Empress publicly. This status had been denied the Hapsburg Princess, who was a Royal by birth.<\/p>\n
To most, this unholy wedlock can only mean one thing: the dark forces of the African League are at work: plotting alongside Napoleon to undermine the power of the aristocracy and instigate revolt not only in the American Colonies\u2014but the rest of the world. Is France able to contain this upstart self-proclaimed Emperor, or must the European powers drop their differences and unite against the mounting darkness\u2026<\/p>\n
Is the world once more on the brink of War?<\/p>\n
Mist swirls about, the picture fades slowly into Napoleon\u2019s Palace
\n1.2 INT. PALACE.DAY<\/p>\n
SIBYL (Cont.)
\nThe Corridors of Power are uneasy just yet, as are those who traverse them.<\/p>\n
In the vast handsome corridors of the Palace, The Emperor and his retinue walk through halls and rooms. The d\u00e9cor is neoclassic\u2014opulent yet minimal, the walls studded with portraits of the historic Napoleon Bonaparte and scenes of his former glory. The royal bee insignia is everywhere. This Bonaparte is much taller and statelier than his claimed predecessor, he strides swiftly and decisively, while his advisors and councilors struggle to keep pace with him. They plague him with the business of state, the Emperor\u2019s replies are curt and impatient; he flings documents at the wall, snatches new ones from his Aide-de-Camp. Rips up anything that displeases him. Doors are flung open, one chamber after another\u2026<\/p>\n
1.3 INT\/ EXT. PALACE.DAY
\nEntering one room is a surprise: the doors swing wide open and the stately elegance of the palace d\u00e9cor vanishes, mysteriously it has become a portal: ragged shafts of light, market sounds straggling in, a deserted market stall, baskets with a few moldy oranges, a crippled deformed child on the floor, babbling. The extreme heat and a plethora of olfactory sensations hit the astonished Emperor and his retinue\u2014and with that, out of nowhere, a hail of poison darts. A bodyguard slumps immediately. Dead.
\nThe stunned courtiers, realizing what has happened spring into action immediately\u2014<\/p>\n
NAPOLEON
\nNapoleon is immortal!<\/p>\n
The Emperor is shielded, and dragged off to safety\u2026.
\nThe soldiers struggle to push the doors shut\u2014but not before several are dead and the lame (and demented) child crawls into the alien-ness of the palace and disappears in the confusion.<\/p>\n
1.4
\nThrough out the Palace are shouts of treason. We follow the Prime Minister, Prince B\u00e9n\u00e9vent, running as fast as limp can carry his overly wigged and powdered person. He screams orders to his servants:<\/p>\n
B\u00c9N\u00c9VENTE
\nWhere is the Head of Palace Security? Find me Fouch\u00e9!
\nAnd where is she?<\/p>\n
SERVANT
\nWho your excellency?<\/p>\n
B\u00c9N\u00c9VENTE
\n(removing his wig and smacking the servant with it\u2014on impact, a cloud of powder billows)
\nThat mulatto bitch! Find her! Find the mulatto bitch!!<\/p>\n
FOUCH\u00c9, the Head of Secret Police and Palace Security enters the room. When he sees B\u00c9N\u00c9VENTE\u2019S state, he smiles. He pulls out a wireless device and activates it.<\/p>\n
A whirlwind away,<\/p>\n
CUT TO:<\/p>\n
INT. OPERA HOUSE. EVENING
\nA baroque inspired opera house converted into a sold out rock arena. The crowd is chanting ecstatically for REVOLUTION\u2014the name of the band and frontperson. On a darkened stage the gloved hand of LEXICON takes hold of a microphone .<\/p>\n
LEXICON:
\n\u201cLadies, Gentlemen, boys, girls and whatever else falls between, the hour is upon us! Embrace the REVOLUTIOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!\u201d<\/p>\n
The crowd goes insane as the band strikes up a signature tune. In an exclusive VIP box is a group of extraordinarily beautiful and striking men and women\u2014varying shades of black. The most astounding of them all is a light skinned black woman with leopard like eyes in a sheer gown, spotted with glittering sequins in strategic places. We realize the sequins are fixed to her skin beneath the gown\u2026 this is the EMPRESS EUGENIE, and her attendants of uncommon loveliness. They are all quite young, not yet twenty\u2026
\nShe is watching the band with rapt interest like everyone else. The doors behind her swing unceremoniously and several armed man barge in, they are immediately barred by her overly beautiful bodyguards. FOUCH\u00c9 displaying his Palace Insignia, passes through to the EMPRESS. She rises, indignant\u2014about to protest\u2014FOUCH\u00c9\u2019S men seize her\u2014
\nOne of her LADIES-IN-WAITING intervenes\u2014<\/p>\n
LADY:
\nThis is an outrage, do you realize who you are manhandling in this fashion!<\/p>\n
She is hit roughly, all the other attendants gasp and cower\u2014the EMPRESS EUGENIE has begun to tremble, her eyes wide open with fright\u2014<\/p>\n
FOUCH\u00c9:
\nMadame, you are under arrest under the charge of conspiring to kill the Emperor\u2014<\/p>\n
EUGENIE faints as she hears this, before she blacks out, the world swirls about her, she sees REVOLUTION, a glittering rock androgyne take the stage. REVOLUTION begins to sing Hold Back The Dawn as the Title\/Credits begin to roll.<\/p>\n
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1.1 We hear the voice of SIBYL over an elaborate montage of antiquarian maps, royal insignia and portraiture: SIBYL (voice over): It is an unspecified future, a world which very much resembles fin de siecle Europe at the uncertain borders of the twentieth century\u2026 The balance of power is generated by tensions between the Dark Continent, Africa and the infightings of European states. The Americas are still a legion of colonies and it is here, most especially in North America, these bids for power are unfurled. In the past decade, an uneasy truce has emerged in the form of one person: a man claiming to be the latest reincarnation \u2014and by this we mean the precise genetic blue print\u2014of Napoleon Bonaparte\u2014resurrected by the forces of Will and Destiny\u2026 And a genetics program (some say with the aid of the Occult.) Whether these claims be true or not, this man emerges from the ranks to lead France to victory\u2014quelling the turmoil in her American colonies. Soon this Napoleon proclaims himself Emperor of the Americas, much to the chagrin of the French Crown\u2014who have no choice but to concede. An alliance is made with the Austro-Hungarian Empire through a marriage with the Hapsburg Princess. Bonaparte has created a stability not seen in these parts for decades. Now the edgy alliance is threatened with the storm clouds of marital unhappiness: The Hapsburg Princess, charged with treason, has been placed under arrest and taken to an undisclosed location. Her actual crime is her inability to produce an heir\u2014in spite of relentless (and often humiliating) subjection to the Emperor\u2019s genetic program. While a case is being built to demonstrate her treachery, the Royalist faction in the Americas, as well as the European monarchy are further unsettled when the Emperor marries his beautiful Haitian mistress, Eugenie, in a secret ceremony\u2014and then declares her Empress publicly. This status had been denied the Hapsburg Princess, who was a Royal by birth. To most, this unholy wedlock can only mean one thing: the dark forces of the African League are at work: plotting alongside Napoleon to undermine the power of the aristocracy and instigate revolt not only in the American Colonies\u2014but the rest of the world. Is France able to contain this upstart self-proclaimed Emperor, or must the European powers drop their differences and unite against the mounting darkness\u2026 Is the world once more on the brink of War? Mist swirls about, the picture fades slowly into Napoleon\u2019s Palace 1.2 INT. PALACE.DAY SIBYL (Cont.) The Corridors of Power are uneasy just yet, as are those who traverse them. In the vast handsome corridors of the Palace, The Emperor and his retinue walk through halls and rooms. The d\u00e9cor is neoclassic\u2014opulent yet minimal, the walls studded with portraits of the historic Napoleon Bonaparte and scenes of his former glory. The royal bee insignia is everywhere. This Bonaparte is much taller and statelier than his claimed predecessor, he strides swiftly and decisively, while his advisors and councilors struggle to keep pace with him. They plague him with the business of state, the Emperor\u2019s replies are curt and impatient; he flings documents at the wall, snatches new ones from his Aide-de-Camp. Rips up anything that displeases him. Doors are flung open, one chamber after another\u2026 1.3 INT\/ EXT. PALACE.DAY Entering one room is a surprise: the doors swing wide open and the stately elegance of the palace d\u00e9cor vanishes, mysteriously it has become a portal: ragged shafts of light, market sounds straggling in, a deserted market stall, baskets with a few moldy oranges, a crippled deformed child on the floor, babbling. The extreme heat and a plethora of olfactory sensations hit the astonished Emperor and his retinue\u2014and with that, out of nowhere, a hail of poison darts. A bodyguard slumps immediately. Dead. The stunned courtiers, realizing what has happened spring into action immediately\u2014 NAPOLEON Napoleon is immortal! The Emperor is shielded, and dragged off to safety\u2026. The soldiers struggle to push the doors shut\u2014but not before several are dead and the lame (and demented) child crawls into the alien-ness of the palace and disappears in the confusion. 1.4 Through out the Palace are shouts of treason. We follow the Prime Minister, Prince B\u00e9n\u00e9vent, running as fast as limp can carry his overly wigged and powdered person. He screams orders to his servants: B\u00c9N\u00c9VENTE Where is the Head of Palace Security? Find me Fouch\u00e9! And where is she? SERVANT Who your excellency? B\u00c9N\u00c9VENTE (removing his wig and smacking the servant with it\u2014on impact, a cloud of powder billows) That mulatto bitch! Find her! Find the mulatto bitch!! FOUCH\u00c9, the Head of Secret Police and Palace Security enters the room. When he sees B\u00c9N\u00c9VENTE\u2019S state, he smiles. He pulls out a wireless device and activates it. A whirlwind away, CUT TO: INT. OPERA HOUSE. EVENING A baroque inspired opera house converted into a sold out rock arena. The crowd is chanting ecstatically for REVOLUTION\u2014the name of the band and frontperson. On a darkened stage the gloved hand of LEXICON takes hold of a microphone . LEXICON: \u201cLadies, Gentlemen, boys, girls and whatever else falls between, the hour is upon us! Embrace the REVOLUTIOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!\u201d The crowd goes insane as the band strikes up a signature tune. In an exclusive VIP box is a group of extraordinarily beautiful and striking men and women\u2014varying shades of black. The most astounding of them all is a light skinned black woman with leopard like eyes in a sheer gown, spotted with glittering sequins in strategic places. We realize the sequins are fixed to her skin beneath the gown\u2026 this is the EMPRESS EUGENIE, and her attendants of uncommon loveliness. They are all quite young, not yet twenty\u2026 She is watching the band with rapt interest like everyone else. The doors behind her swing unceremoniously and several armed man barge in, they are immediately barred by her overly beautiful bodyguards. FOUCH\u00c9 displaying his Palace Insignia, passes through to the EMPRESS. 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