Who's Next first draft, about jesus of nazareth, religion, sex and god the mother<div align="center"> <p>Justus Riches returns in time to seek Jesus of Nazareth. God, the Mother has planned it all!!</p> </div>

INT. OPENING TITLES - NIGHT

A typical 18th century pauper hovel. We see the back of the HAG bent low over something. Rocking backwards and forwards in despair. HAG Aw, c'mon Tom, dun't do it ter me, pleez! I never ment you enny 'arm, did I? TOM (V.O.) Nah! Pissoff yer barmy ole bird! Pissoff an' leev me alone or I'll put a 'ex on yer! (beat) I dunno! The Hag commences crying and rocking, stroking something held tightly to her wizened breast. We SLOWLY see it's a roughly carved figurine of a 16th century monk clothed in a tattered brown attempt at a monk's habit. She dolefully places it amongst the letters arranged on the table before her -- a Ouija board of that time. EXT. TOM IN LIMBO - NIGHT SPACE, unending SPACE. Drifting aimlessly, peacefully, at ONE with the unending galaxies. MUSIC breaks our BLACK reverie. DISTORTED music, almost definable but not so, as if heard by ears not hearing for several hundred years. DISTURBED, we scan the stars and hear DISTORTED MUFFLED VOICES mouthing sequential alphabetical letters, we search for the source of the sound. In the ENDLESS DISTANCE we move towards the sound with increasing PURPOSE and SPEED. Homing in to planet Earth, like a spirit entity returning home, we descend. SUPER TITLE a biblical tenet; "In the beginning was the Word. And the Word was with God. Without HIM was nothing made that was made. In HIM was LIFE." Anon. EXT. THE EARTH - RETURNING - NIGHT It is NIGHT. With purpose we FLASH through thunderclouds, lightning, to the COUNTRY OF CHOICE. See a city, transient, enter a street of terraced shops coming to a HALT outside the window of a FAVOURED shop; EXT. A BOOKSHOP OF MYSTICAL WORKS - NIGHT In the stormy moonlight we see a sign in the bookshop window; "JEWISH, ARAMAIC & LATIN TRANSLATIONS by JUSTUS RICHES" We MELT through the bookshop wall, to the inside; INT. THE BOOKSHOP - NIGHT We see a typical small occult bookshop full of old rare books stacked in over stocked shelves. TOM (V.O.) (sofly) Werds, bluddy werds! (beat) I dunno! We see; The frosted half glass shop door opposite a small counter. An old fashioned jangling type doorbell. Behind this counter a closed door leading to the backroom. LIGHTNING flashes. THUNDER. Into the distance. The storm recedes. We now CLEARLY hear MUFFLED VOICES drifting from the back room MOUTHING sequential alphabetical letters. The shop doorbell JANGLES briefly attracting our attention but we are more interested in the well thumbed copy of 'CODEX VATICANUS, HEBREW/ ARAMAIC TEXT' lying on the counter with its Ornate Gothic lettering. The shop doorbell JANGLES. Longer. Impatient, slightly distracting us from the book obsessing us to notice a shadowy shape illuminated by the full moon through the frosted glass. The backroom door opens breaking our attention. CANDLELIGHT flickers from within. JUSTUS, a slight man, who with the 'right' beard would look like the "Jesus Christ" WE ALL KNOW, enters wearing a purple smoking jacket. He hurries to the shop front door. JUSTUS (quietly) Alright,alright, keep your nickers on! The shop doorbell jangles. Very impatiently. Continuously. JUSTUS (cont'd) (loud) Okay, Okay! Hang on! We watch him unbolt the shop door. Open it. We watch JANEY, a thin, blond, long haired, mildly attractive 30 year old, pushing her way in past him. Brazen. Very exasperated. Wearing a duffle coat. Headscarf. Wet from the rain. Speaking over her shoulder. JANEY (annoyed) Took your time,didn't you? We watch as she walks to the counter. Takes off her headscarf. Puts it on the counter. Shakes her long hair out. Takes off her duffle coat. Puts it on the counter. She wears a thin, too tight cotton blouse, no brassiere covering her small breasts. We notice the NIPPLES, hard from the cold rain, as if we had NEVER seen nipples before. We watch what happens but are OBSESSED with her nipples. She turns to face Justus closing the door. He locks it, turns. Puzzled. Walks up to her. Somehow, his presence calms her. She kisses him lightly on the cheek. Apologetically calming. JANEY (CONT'D) Sorry,Justus. It's this latest one. He's rather difficult. JUSTUS (jealously) Can't get enough I suppose. Janey laughs. Walks around the counter to go to the backroom speaking as she goes. JANEY Far from it. The poor chap can't even manage an erection yet, She stops at the backroom door and turns to him, teasing. JANEY (cont'd) He's merely like putty in my hands. She laughs and enters the backroom. Justus forlornly scowls. Follows her into the backroom. The Storm clearing, clouds moving across the moon cause the moonlight to flicker across the bookshop. Shadows coming alive. We MELT through the backroom wall and into; INT. THE BOOKSHOP BACKROOM - NIGHT The backroom is small. Furniture antique. An open fire flickering. Sinister. Shadow generating. A mantelpiece above the fire. An ornate chiming clock on it. A small door next to the fireplace leading to the rear garden. A heavy velvet curtain to the back obscures the bedroom area. A large, ornate Ouija table occupies the room centre. Four chairs around it. An ageing FRUMP and CYRIL, an intelligent looking bespectacled teenager sit in opposite chairs. Justus sits opposite Janey. A paper pad and pencil lie on the table in front of Cyril. A ball bearing planchette on the Ouija table. In the centre among the ornate, ancient lettering. CANDLELIGHT from candles suitably placed. Cyril casts sneaky looks at Janey. He has a crush on her and fawns in her presence. CYRIL We should get some action now you're here,Janey. JANEY What have you got so far? Cyril picks up his notepad. Reads from it. Showing off. CYRIL Just rubbish really -- Frump exasperated. She thought things were good. CYRIL (cont'd) -- a looney from the fifteenth century who thinks we are the Devil -- (pause for effect) Janey and Justus laugh. CYRIL (cont'd) A tenth century virgin claiming to've been raped by Roman soldiers and, -- (smirks) Frump scowls. CYRIL (cont'd) -- and a twit who thinks he is one of the thieves crucified beside Jesus. JANEY (cynically) Well, that figures. Without me to hold you down, what do you expect, with a frump, Frump purses her lips. Insulted. JANEY (cont'd) a scaredy cat, Cyril embarrassed. JANEY (cont'd) and someone with a Jesus complex, all shoving the thing around. JUSTUS Now don't spoil it, Janey. The table's been very fluid tonight. CYRIL But, it must get better now Janey's here, she's the most psychic of us all, FRUMP (interrupting) Hrrmph! CYRIL (embarrassed) What I mean is -- FRUMP (interrupting) We all know what you mean, dear boy, but you should have used the word 'sensual', rather than psychic. She pauses for effect. Cyril looks at Janey. Justus embarrassed. Janey unperturbed. Frump bitches some more. FRUMP (cont'd) I don't know what the Health Service is coming to. Hrrmph! She stares at Janey emphasising the aim of the comment. Janey starts to look angry. JUSTUS Let's get on with it shall we? Come on! INT. THE OUIJA - 1 - NIGHT Justus reaches out and places a forefinger on the planchette. Janey calms, looks affectionately at him and follows his lead with her forefinger. Cyril instantly pushes his free hand out to 'accidently' touch Janey's. She smiles at him. Cyril blushes, embarrassed, repositions his hand, his forefinger on the planchette. Frump shrugs, purses her lips, sneers, Follows suit. Justus nods, smiles. Situation controlled. JUSTUS That's better. (to the table) Is anyone there? SILENCE. Expectant anticipation mixed with fear from Cyril to fire crackling NOISES. JUSTUS (cont'd) Is anyone there? The planchette twitches. Three of them tense. Janey amused. JUSTUS (cont'd) (insistent) Is there anybody there? The planchette moves quickly to 'YES'. Cyril puts down his pad. Picks up the pencil. Ready but scared. JUSTUS (cont'd) (eager) What is your name? The planchette begins to move, slowly at first, then faster. Deliberately aiming at letters as their subconscious is tapped. Justus calls out each letter, Cyril nervously scribbles each one on his notepad. JUSTUS (cont'd) 'T',.....' H '....'O' ....'M' ........Thomas! The planchette moves to 'YES'. JUSTUS (cont'd) (affirming nod) Thomas! What is your surname? The planchette twitches around in the centre of the table. Justus impatient, always impatient with it. JUSTUS (cont'd) Have you a second name? The planchette moves quickly to 'YES'. It continues. Justus calling out each letter, Cyril scribbling, even more nervously. JUSTUS (cont'd) ......'A' .....'K' ...'E'...'M' ....No, that was an 'N'...... The planchette moves instantly to 'NO'. Justus displeased. JUSTUS (cont'd) Okay, after 'E'. The planchette continues. JUSTUS (cont'd) ....'M' ...'P' ...'I'....'S' The planchette stops. It twitches around mysteriously. JUSTUS (cont'd) (puzzled) Thomas Akemp is? Is what? The planchette moves quickly to 'NO'. JUSTUS (cont'd) (exasperated) No? What's it mean, 'no'! Janey smiles removes her forefinger from the planchette, sits back in her chair amused, looks at Justus. JANEY It's you, Justus. You anticipate. Justus removes his forefinger from the planchette, sits back and looks at her. He knows but wont admit. Frump and Cyril remove their forefingers from the planchette, Cyril relaxing a bit. JANEY (CONT'D) It said 'Thomas' 'A Kempis'. Justus stunned. Janey amused. JANEY (cont'd) It's your 'Id'. You should realise, Imitation of Christ, and all that. She laughs in a cynical manner. Justus very excited. JUSTUS Come on, everybody, back. INT. THE OUIJA -2 - NIGHT Justus quickly replaces his forefinger on the planchette. The other three follow. Frump slowly, Cyril waiting for Janey. Janey quizzically looking at Justus as she follows suit. JUSTUS Are you still there? (reverently) Thomas 'A Kempis. The planchette moves to 'YES'. JUSTUS (cont'd) (in awe) Have you a message for me? Janey smiles at him, amused. She shakes her head at his naivety, his selfish obsessiveness. The planchette moves off 'YES', momentarily, and back on to 'YES', where it sits twitching. JUSTUS (cont'd) (excitedly) What is your message for me? The planchette commences to spell out. Justus calling letters, Cyril scribbling, scared again. JUSTUS (cont'd) ......'Y' ....'E' ...'B'....'E' He gasps, stops and removes his forefinger from the planchette, sits back in his chair, stunned. He looks around as if something spoke. Janey casts a disapproving look at him, continues to call out the letters. Cyril scribbles, terrified. JANEY ....'J' ...'E' FRUMP It's evil! ..We musn't play. ....It's evil! She removes her forefinger from the planchette. The planchette stops moving. SILENCE. The SOUND of fire crackling noises. Frump Sits back in her chair, glances around nervously. Janey amused. Cyril still frightened. They remove their forefingers from the planchette and sit back. JANEY What's up, Justus? You look like you've seen a ghost. She smiles. Justus looks about the room, very nervous. Frump is very frightened. FRUMP He can sense it as well. It's evil, very evil. I feel so cold She shudders, cuddles herself. JANEY Now, Justus, why did you sit back like that? JUSTUS (guilty) I don't know. It seemed, ....well, ....somehow wrong, what it was going to say. JANEY (to CYRIL) What did it spell out? Cyril consults his notepad. Jumps. Frightened by Frump suddenly standing. FRUMP There's an evil presence here. I'm going! INT. FRUMP LEAVES - NIGHT Justus commences to get up. FRUMP No, Justus, I'll let myself out. She walks to the door and exits. Cyril totally unsure of everything. CYRIL I don't feel anything, do you, Janey? JANEY Yes, but I call it 'imagination'. Evil, hah! The shop doorbell jangles as Frump leaves O.S. Cyril jumps at the sound. Janey starts looking longingly at Justus who returns the longing look. Janey pretends it's cold, shudders. CYRIL But what made her say such a thing? It's not cold. JANEY Oh! It's suddenly got cold. Can't you feel it? I've got goose bumps. She looks down at her bust deliberately. Cyril looks at her, confused, sees her nipples, hard through her thin blouse. He blushes, looks at Justus. -- JUSTUS, JANEY, HER HARD NIPPLES and CYRIL. The MUTUAL longing. Cyril realises and blushes deeper. CYRIL It is cold. I'd better be off too. He puts his notepad and pencil on the table quickly rises and walks to the door. Opens it, hesitates, looks back to the pair who are locked in visual anticipation oblivious to his presence. CYRIL (cont'd) Don't bother to see me out Justus. Goodnight, Janey. Cyril turns on the room light, forlornly exits. Beat. The shop doorbell jangles as Cyril leaves. INT. THE INVITATION - NIGHT Janey touches the planchette caressing it sensually, her eyes inviting. She unbuttons her blouse with her free hand, teasing. Justus starts to look displeased. Janey stands up, looks at Justus longingly, sensually. JANEY Shall we? JUSTUS Stop teasing Janey. Janey pulls her blouse out from her skirt. Opens it, revealing her breasts. Picks up the planchette. Commences to caress her breasts with it. Justus is not amused. Janey removes her blouse sensually. Inviting. Wanting. Drops it on the Ouija table. Positions the planchette on her blouse. Looks at Justus for effect. Bends low addressing the planchette. JANEY Would you like to have me, Tom? It's on the Government, you know. TOM (V.O.) (very softly) Bluddy bitch! Yer 'nows I carn't! DONTCHA!! (beat) I dunno! She teases Justus with her eyes as he angrily stands. She laughs, runs to exit through the curtain covering the bedroom entrance. Justus switches off the room light shaking his head not amused at her teasing. He blows out the candles and exits through the curtain into the bedroom area. The planchette sits on Janey's blouse in the flickering LIGHT of the fire. WAITING for something to happen. Shadows become ALIVE in the LIGHT of the fire. INT. THE BACKROOM -THE PLANCHETTE - NIGHT We see the planchette CONTINUOUSLY throughout the following V.O. scene; JUSTUS (V.O.) Why must you always tease me? JANEY (V.O.) You're teasing me, standing there in the nude. Come here! The planchette twitches. Bedsprings CREAKING. Someone getting on a bed. Beat. JUSTUS (V.O.) Oh! Janey! Bedsprings CREAKING. Again. Slowly. At first. Increasing in frequency. Like two bodies achieving synchronicity of movement as Janey and Justus make love O.S. The planchette moves slowly keeping time with the bedsprings CREAKING until it flies off the table at orgasmic speed. Janey's blouse remaining. The SOUND of a mutual orgasm. We see the notebook on the Ouija table. The nights 'recording'. The last scribbled note: "Y - E - B - E - J" INT. THE BEDROOM AREA - NIGHT A while later within the bedroom area. It is very small. Walls adorned with mystic cabbalah. A spring double bed. An antique ornate pulse dialing type telephone alongside it. A box of tissues and an ashtray beside the telephone. A small wooden door. The urinal. LIGHT flickering from an old hurricane lamp standing on a shelf alongside the urinal door. Justus and Janey lie in bed, Janey nearest the telephone side of the bed. Janey smokes. Justus looking for 'well done'. JUSTUS Well? JANEY Well what? JUSTUS (embarrassed) You know, (beat) did I? (beat) Was I? JANEY (laughing) You underestimate yourself, Justus. You know you always do, or I wouldn't be here, would I? JUSTUS (hurt) Oh blast you! (turns his back) You're so, so -- (beat) well, you're always like this, (beat) afterwards. He hangs his head. No sympathy from her. She teases. JANEY You mean smoking? JUSTUS (turning to face her) It's just that I don't know where I stand with you. JANEY (cynical eagerness) Oh what a good idea! We haven't done it that way for ages. JUSTUS (almost smiling) You know that's not what I mean. Janey pretends disappointment. Puffs her cigarette. Blows smoke in his face. Justus coughs. Not amused. JUSTUS It's those 'patients' of yours. Janey throws her hands in the air. JANEY Here we go again! JUSTUS (turning his back) I can't help it. Suppose I were to surrogate myself to women, how would you like it? JANEY You couldn't surrogate yourself. JUSTUS And why not? JANEY You know the reason. Janey sits up. JANEY (cont'd) Come on! You get your kicks out of 'after sex', not the act itself. Justus turns quickly. Faces her. Eager. JUSTUS In that case I could become a sexual surrogate very easily, couldn't I? JANEY Freud forbid! You'd maim anyone you tried to help. Admittedly we talk, afterwards, but you, you don't talk. She picks up the ashtray from the side of the bed, extinguishes her cigarette and replaces the ashtray. JANEY (cont'd) (sadly) Your type cannot 'talk'. JUSTUS Oh, and what's 'my' type? INT. THE LECTURE - NIGHT Janey lies back in the bed. Lectures. JANEY A lapsed religicoso --- a typical chicken egg situation. You attempt to place sex outside yourself, just as you do, or did, with religion.... Caught up in her dialogue. Justus a "small boy". JANEY (cont'd) It's something you 'do'. Something that you cannot conceive as being 'done' to you. You 'have' me, then use me, as a priest to confess to, for having me! JUSTUS (disgustedly jealous) But all those men you do it with, JANEY What's 'it'? JUSTUS (embarrassed) You know, 'It'. She sits up. Emphatic. Thrusts her face close to his. He reluctant. Squirmingly reluctant. JANEY Say 'IT'. JUSTUS Well, (long squirming beat) damn you! (beat) SEX! JANEY (consoling) There, that wasn't difficult, was it. Justus despairs. Janey shruggingly doesn't know. JUSTUS But why do I feel so guilty afterwards? JANEY Only you know that, Justus. Perhaps you think that 'God' doesn't have to do it, Jesus never did it, priests don't do it, the Pope doesn't either, as far as is known, so, ergo, it must be wrong. (beat) Then there's the problem of whom did what to whom? JUSTUS What do you mean? JANEY Why, God the 'Mother' of course. No one has ever thought of Her, have they? If She didn't exist then the other three, or, at least two, were pooftahs, weren't they? Justus is puzzled. JANEY (cont'd) How do you think 'your' God made the son? Janey getting excited. JANEY (cont'd) Did he just pull himself off, ejaculate on a wall somewhere and the sun hatched his semen? JUSTUS (appalled) Oh, Janey, that's blasphemy! God wouldn't have to do that! JANEY (with commitment) No, what about God the MOTHER! No one has ever thought about HER since time immemorial, have they? Surely she MUST exist in a form apart from the bloody Virgin Mary, mustn't she? Or else it's been a plot of MANkind since the beginning of religion! What's wrong with God 'giving' God the Mother One? Janey calms, she's gone too far. Justus starts to look confused. Janey sits up and leans over to cuddle him. Kisses his turned away face sympathetically, motherly. JANEY "They", got you at a very early age, my poor baby. It's probably the inbreeding your God had to undertake since there was only limited stock available. She grins, cynically, kisses him again. Strokes his head. Takes a tissue from the box beside the bed. Hands it to him. JANEY (cont'd) Now wipe little "willy", go and have your pee, and we can do 'sex', all over again. She giggles, lecherously. Justus takes the tissue. Gets out of bed. Embarrassed. Walks to the urinal door. Exits into it. Janey watches him go. Throws herself back onto the bed. Looks to the ceiling and talks to her 'God'. JANEY (cont'd) Oh Freud! Save us from lapsed Catholics, especially those with Jewish anagrammatic names! INT. THE URINAL - NIGHT The urinal is small. LIGHT dim. Walls adorned with mystic cabbalah. We see Justus from the back standing nude urinating. The SOUND of urination into water, accurate. TOM SPEAKS WITH A COCKNEY ACCENT UNLESS OTHERWISE INDICATED. HE IS STANDING BEHIND JUSTUS, AS YET HE IS UNSEEN. TOM (V.O.) Oi, mate! Justus partially turns. Surprised. The SOUND of water impinging on the floor, inaccurate. TOM (cont'd) (V.O.) Wotch aht, mate yore pissin' on yer feet! Justus committed to the act. Turns back to the urinal bowl. Cranes his head back to look. Visibly disturbed. TOM (cont'd) (V.O.) That's better. Take yerself in 'and, mate. (cackling laugh at his own joke) Justus cannot finish. Disturbed and interrupted, he slowly turns in amazement. Sits on the urinal bowl. CANNOT believe. JUSTUS How did you get in? INT. THE URINAL -TOM - NIGHT TOM, a rotund, red faced amiable monk stands leaning against the urinal wall. Arms folded. A cheeky grin on his face, wearing a brown monks habit. His eyes glase at the question as if hypnotically 'programmed' to do so. Places his hands in 'praying' fashion. TOM (good English) That would not benefit you. He pauses in puzzlement. Shrugs then lapses back into Cockney. TOM (cont'd) Don'tcha meen oo am I? He folds his arms again. Smirks. Justus fascinated. JUSTUS Who are you? TOM Me name's Tom, Tom Kemp. Justus looks puzzled. Tom teases. TOM (cont'd) P'raps yer want me ter be Thomas 'A Kempis, do yer mate? JUSTUS Go away, I'm hallucinating. TOM Leev orf, me ole cock. I've 'ad enuff trubbel gettin' to yer, me ole darlin'. JUSTUS Your name! I heard you! TOM 'Cawze yer did, an' a bluddy mess yer made of it, din'tcha! Still, it got rid of them pillocks an' gave you a chance ter giv' that cracker, aht there -- He turns to the bedroom direction, indicates, giving the sign of male erect virility with his forearm, his face contorting to indicate the meaning. TOM (cont'd) -- a seein' to, eh? Me old cock sparrer, eh? Justus's jaw drops. JUSTUS You mean you were watching? TOM Wotchin'? (eager) Never fought abaht that. 'Ere, go and giv 'er anuvver wun, an' lemme wotch, will yer? Justus gets angry, stands, clenching a fist. JUSTUS I've a good mind to give you one, right on the nose. TOM Won't do yer no good, me ole fruit. Bettah save yer energy fer that littel raver aht there. He makes a virile forearm again. Shakes his head. Like a dog shaking off water. Justus is very angry. Steps forward, raising the clenched fist. JUSTUS Why, you obscene pervert. He swings a punch at Tom which PASSES right THROUGH him sending Justus crashing into the urinal door.