Annuevo


Description

Annuevo, is the fogotten stepchild of northern pCalifornia. In the absence of serious scholarship about Annuevo, a pop culture reference will have to do:
THE WARTIME GLIMPSE OF ANONUEVO (referred to be some by its “street” name of San Matteo


It is Election Night in San Francisco in the following scene from Wartime California and on the frontier with San Mateo, the San Franciscan sentries are on alert, but unbeknownst to them, invasion forces are gathering. At the time of this story, though Anonuevo had some centers of population, it was largely a wasteland, notorious for its highwaymen.

This scene starts on page 84 of the published screenplay:


EXT. A WATCHTOWER, LATER THAT EVENING
At the southern edge of Parallel San Francisco, overlooking a freeway that trails out into the hinterlands, a huge sign reads:

YOU ARE LEAVING SAN FRANCISCO, YOUR SECURITY CANNOT BE GUARANTEED BEYOND THIS POINT. PAVED ROAD ENDS 15 MILES. MINE FIELDS ARE NOT MARKED.

Someone has just spray painted “THE SOVEREIGN STATE OF” in front of “San Francisco.“Pan up to see a watchtower where two Sentries keep watch. They’re watching the election too.

SENTRY ONE
Slow night for an election.

SENTRY TWO
Try the other channel.


Sentry One turns the channel—it’s the same, just in blue-and-white.

SENTRY ONE
That’s a little better. They ought to try one in sepia.


Sentry two pulls out a concealed bottle of champagne.

SENTRY ONE
All in good time.

They laugh.

LONG SHOT: The sentry post from a distance.

EXT. COUNTRY HIGHWAY—NIGHT
Reveal: the long shot is the POV of Brannan, the black sergeant of the p-Los Angeles force. He’s peeking around a roadcut at a curve in the highway leading away from p-San Francisco. The post is about 300 yards away. Brannan picks up his binoculars.Brannan’s POV: the sentries are oblivious.He walks away from his vantage point, gesturing to a corporal smoking a cigarette.

BRANNAN
Corporal, maintain surveillance.

CORPORAL ADAMS
Yes, Sergeant.

As Brannan walks over to the Junta, we see the handful of four-wheel drives, rickety buses, and world weary trucks, that have been pulled over to preserve the element of surprise. The passengers are in a grassy area, hands over their heads.
The Junta is by a table looking over a map, illuminated by a low light. Brannan joins several other commanders.

COLONEL SAWTELLE
Any activity, Brannan?

BRANNAN
None to speak of, sir.

COLONEL SAWTELLE
Anytime now, the gunfire’s our signal. Your troops are to take Noe Valley pumping station. 20 minutes should be plenty.


BLOTTS METER MAID SCOOTER
Blott switches off the small portable TV in the scooter as he is being driven towards the Aquarium. He checks his pistol.

BLOTT
Let’s get this over with.


NIGHT MONTAGE:
Various scenes of Meter Scooters, lights off, deploying around the city, skidding into critical positions around town.

Quietly, the black-clad, ski-masked troops, hop out: loading bazookas, checking rifles, grenades and the like.

ECU: Cork coming out of a champagne bottle.

EXT. SENTRY POST AT THE FRONTIER—NIGHT
The two sentries pop the cork on a bottle of champagneA meter scooter, lights off, pulls up by the sentry post. Two gunmen jump out, ski masks on. They stop at the bottom of the stairs of the sentryhouse.

GUNMAN
Hey.

SENTRY 1
Victory.

The gunmen open fire, the sentries collapse in a hail of bulletdarts. They will be unconscious for a long time.

FRONTIER ROADWAY, NIGHT
Brannan signals to his troops. At a slow run, they move out amidst a column of beaten up humvees and troop transports.

MONTAGE: Other sentries being taken out. A bazooka blast destroys another post, the massive fireball erupting up over the residential neighborhood.

A POLICE STATION PARKING LOT
A hand grenade is lobbed in amongst the squad cars: huge explosion.

AN ARMY POST BY THE WHARF
20 meter scooters pull up outside a pier which has been converted to an army barracks. All the troops jump out, beginning an assault on the unprepared soldiers who scramble towards their weapons.Small arms battles erupt. A body, the immobilizing dart sillhouetted against the Bay Bridge, falls into the bay.

BY SUTRO TOWER
A guard is taken into custody. Handcuffed.

SENTRY POST AT THE 19TH AVENUE FRONTIER
Tilt up from the spilled champagne to Brannan leading his troops into the city. There is something a little unnerving about an army column marching, weapons spitting fire, on a residential neighborhood in p-San Francisco.

AQUARIUM AMPHITHEATER
The celebration continues. The BAND is playing triumphal music. Cyrus has whipped out his sketchbook and is freehanding impressions of the scene. Beautiful and flamboyant couples dance and writhe. Men and women, men and men, women and women. Dance partners swapping and swinging, every combination. Decatur jams for a bit on the SAXOPHONE…everybody’s smiling—Decatur finishes—YEAH!—and returns the instrument to its rightful owner who makes a big show of wiping off the mouthpiece. They both laugh.

FAST CUTS: People screaming, drinking, toasting, clapping. Cyrussketches of the scene. The monitor is still oblivious to the destruction, the Illuminator scrolling through graphics of the election.

From a doorway in the middle of the seats appears Nora. The crowds goes nuts. We take in the wide shot of the seating and see the crowd rush to their heroine. Suddenly, the foreground erupts in liquid black-and-white as Two Killer Whales leap in celebration, splashing down with explosive force, soaking some of the celebrants as we realize that this amphitheater is, in fact, the Killer Whale stadium of the Aquarium.

Cyrus stuffs the sketchbook into his back pocket and he and Kyle high five Matt the trainer down by the waters edge. They’re all a little drenched and giddy.The whales jump again as the splash cuts to:

CRISSY FIELD AIRPORT, NIGHT
A cataclysmic explosion of the old fashioned biplanes, each fuel tank setting off the next in a chain reaction of liquid fire.

Baldy looks on in satisfaction, then gets into his Meter Scooter and peels out. He yells over the noise to his driver:

BALDY
To City Hall.