Script: Kaz in Indra's Net

This is a script from a prewritten scene. There may be some inconsistencies with the podcast. Scripts are not consistently stylized, and are taken directly from our documents. Mileage may vary.

Open on a young person in an alleyway, brown hair cropped short. They stand next to a beat-up motorbike, a collection of mismatched parts welded together and covered in old, chipped-off grey and yellow paint. There’s no license plate on the back— no turn signals, either. They look into their own eyes, reflected on the visor of the motorcycle helmet between their hands. “Okay, you can do this. C’mon. This is your chance. Just a bit more of a risk than usual. It’s not like they’ve caught you before.” (slow breath in, then out)

Cut to two cops in front of a police station, chatting and drinking coffee. A motorcyclist pulls up (motorcycle noise), gets off their bike with the engine still running, pops out their jagged scrap metal kickstand, and pulls a knife from their old leather jacket. Tsssss! The blade is stabbed down into the rear tire of one of the police motorcycles. One of the officers is looking up in confusion, shielding his eyes from the sun's glare. Move on to the next bike. Another hiss of air, quieter this time. A long slash relieves the pressure more gradually. The officer is starting to walk towards them; they need to hurry this up. They slash the next two tires without even a token effort at subtlety. The cop’s jogging towards them now, reaching to his belt, his partner rushing into the station for backup. The last tire is accomplished with a practiced flick of the wrist, the knife shoved back into thick leather, and the kickstand up before the cop is within ten feet.

The rider is off before the officer can even threaten to fire his gun, but they only have a few seconds before the sirens follow behind them. They careen out of the parking lot and into the street, making dangerous, too-sharp turns in order to keep their speed. The cars are still in hot pursuit behind them. They take a sharp right, turning the wrong way into a one way street, but they know exactly what they're doing. They wind through oncoming traffic, cars swerving to the side, parting like the Red Sea. At the end, two more cop cars swerve into posistion in front of the alleyway, seconds too late to stop the rider from weaving between them. “Wait, no… Didn’t this already happen?” Scene changes. A child alone in a small, dark, room. Space shared with a mop bucket and crowded shelves. "This isn't right. I don't have to deal with this shit anymore."

They know they can't get through that door. They could beat themself bloody and break their bones without making any progress, and the sound of it would only make things worse. “Think Kaz. Think.” And I reach out to something, reach beyond the darkness. I've witnessed and accomplished impossible things, things I never could have imagined. Things nobody could have imagined for me. I reach out to a sixth sense I didn’t even know I had, and... make a See Through The Mist roll.