IO Planet

screenplay by Armin Kraft ©2009-2011 by Armin Kraft – all rights reserved

Aloha, this is the beginning of the story. I hope my translation into english is not to spooky. Enjoy it and I hope you like it.

Experience the breath of Life EXT.DAY OPEN OCEAN PROLOGUE Dark Screen. For a few seconds. From this soothing silence, we slowly fade into the picture. From a great height we see the open ocean. Below us the sea is calm, the gentle swell, the pulse of our planet, pulls us slowly down to her. In wide curves, we fly towards the sea, the picture appears far away from us an ancient Polynesian double hulled canoe where we fly gently over. On deck, we see men and women, the navigator is at the helm whose gaze into the clouds. Men are cooking on the deck. In addition, supplies for a very long journey. We are now hovering over to the canoe, we see the Navigator's shifts the canoe into the wind, strong wind fills the sails and a new course is located at. We fly past the canoe, losing sight of it and are now alone again over the ocean. Between us we feel the gentle movement of the majestic swell like the relaxed breathing, taking us into the rhythm. By the side an albatross floats slowly into the picture.

NARRATOR Welcome in the world of water, the source of all life … permeated by unspeakable energy, wild and beautiful, dangerous and soft. The language of the sea is the wave. Each one is unique and tells us with its rhythm, the story of her journey. Where do they come from and where they go, sometimes even what they have experienced. Some waves on long trips revolve around our planet one day at a remote beach one last time to reveal their tremendous beauty to remain only in our memory.

Now this wave reaches the shore, it rolls over a reef that runs further increases above a second reef raised from the water, broke in all its beauty and ends on a beautiful and secluded sandy beach. We continue to fly, over this little island, and in front of us once again the open ocean. Then it gets dark. FADE TO BLACK We hear the wind and the faint sound of the sea.

NARRATOR As the darkness at night surrounds us and makes us fear, there were times when even the day gave only unknown to man.

EXT.NIGHT OPEN OCEAN Out of the black the stars appear. The moon is above the horizon and casts a silvery light on the sea.

NARRATOR And nevertheless the darkness gives to them who wanna see all what they need. The stars‚ their sence,their mana and they will find what they are searching for.

EXT.SUNSET OPEN OCEAN – ISLANDS The sun sends its first rays over the horizon.

NARRATOR There are places on the planet that was conjured up by the gods themselves with a smile on the face of the earth.

Below us now appears in the fresh sunlight shimmering islands and atolls of the most beautiful in the blue and green colors.

NARRATOR One of those places is the South Sea, one of the cradles of human civilization, a culture of the sea. For millennia, inhabited by very special people. The Polynesians.

We will now revolve around an island with a village close to the beach. MEN carry a canoe to the beach and push it into the sea.

NARRATOR Living with the ocean, in the ocean and learning about this fluid enviroment, with no fear but deep respect, such as the Polynesians dealt with the sea, is the great differnce to other cultures of the earth.

Men paddle the canoe quickly through the water. In the shallow water at the beach youngsters hunting fish with their spears. We now continue to fly, over the canoe and get back into the sky. Far below us we see as a map on the eastern tip of Indonesia and the open ocean with scattered islands in front. EXT.DAY SFX LIVE FLIGHT TO NUKU HIVA High above the Pacific we are flying different waypoints. We see the Solomon Islands continues to Fiji, we fly between Samoa and Tonga in the direction of the Cook Islands. Deep into the Polynesian islands, the sea only occasionally interrupted by small dots that shows the myriad islands.

NARRATOR The gods gave the nature the task to transform the earth into a paradise. And it is precisely those places where nature has given a lot of effort.

Bora-Bora and Tahiti appears. We will fly through the countless islands of French Polynesia into the wide blue Pacific, slip into a gentle curve to the left and reach the Marquesas. We slip deeper and see again the ancient doublehulled canoe, this time ready at a booth located on Nuku Hiva. EXT.DAY MARQUESAS NUKU HIVA BEACH The beach is filled with people who want to say goodbye to the voyaging crew which is to begin a long journey. The huge canoe is pushed into the water and begins its journey.

NARRATOR Of these islands began more than 1500 years ago the longest journey of the Polynesians wayfinders. Far into uncharted waters, farther than ever before.

EXT.DAY OPEN OCEAN – CANOE The canoe sailed through rough waters. The Crew is fully concentrated. Only the Navigator stands on the rear and is watching the ocean. The trip is in full swing, and for days the men only see the sea.

NARRATOR This confidence in own talents, knowledge and courage made these trips possible. Where a wall for some the end means, for the acient sailors of Polynesia there was a door in the wall which leads the more exciting.

The sun sinks into the sea. EXT.NIGHT OPEN OCEAN CLOSE TO BIG ISLAND The NAVIGATOR is looking at the stars. The moon lights up the sea so that he can observe the course of the waves. Now he gets a little tense and overlooking the sea. He widens his eyes and realized on the horizon that will fire spewed from a volcano. All are waked up immediately. EXT.SUNSET OPEN OCEAN – CLOSE TO BIG ISLAND All stand respectfully at the edge of the canoe and look far from the eruptions of Kilauea. They will pass the island of Hawaii and sail to the north. The NAVIGATOR continue looking in the direction of travel and we see a faint smile on his face. EXT.DAY OPEN OCEAN CLOSE TO THE HAWAIIAN ISLANDS We are now moving back into the air, taking us to the long canoe runs in a curve to the right. We recognize far in the background Kauai, continue to fly over to Oahu and Maui, flying over Mauna Kea, feeling hte hot pulse of Kilauea who spits out the blood of the earth. EXT.DAY BIG ISLAND After we flew through the fountains, have followed the flowing lava to the sea we fly along the coast, where just continue landing the big double hulled canoe. EXT.DAY SFX FLIGHT FROM ANCIENT TO PRESENT The men go ashore, a village develops and grows. Further back in the land developed before our eyes, the fields and in the background appears slowly on the Mauna Kea. Its snow-covered peak glows brightly in the sun. We continue to fly, people transformed the country into a cultural landscape. The seasons merge into each other and once again pours down Kilauea's red-hot liquid on the slopes. We continue to fly and approach the white mountain. On the vast hills of Mauna Kea appear villages, the residents cultivate their land and we climb up on the flanks of the mountain and found ourselves in the solitude of Hawaii's highest point. We remain, for a moment and look around us to see not far from the island of Maui and slowly begin sliding towards the slopes of Mauna Kea. Create new villages on the coast, canoes from the distant land on Tahiti are landing, Warriors jump out and start a fight with the islanders, the fights are transforming into a calm scene. It is night, the fires of the luaus are burning bright and we continue to fly to Maui, the stars shine bright in the night sky, the moon shines its light over the sea we fly over a fleet of canoes and reach the southern coast of Maui. Before us rises steeply up to Haleakala, the woods in the dark, lit only slightly from the rising sun, we reached the summit and see the largest crater in the world will soon be lit by the sun. Deep down, we see the west coast of the island and fly to villages and past fields, see the city of Lahaina which slowly builds up from the volcanic soil, the sea, the whaling ship out of the 19 Century, flying over it and heading to Molokai. On the way we see humpback whales jumping out of the water. We are approaching Molokai, flying aorund the east coast and in the distance we see the the cliffs rising majestically from the sea. We passing them and fly into one of the green valleys. At sea, four canoes sailing toward Oahu, we fly slowly over them, sinking to sealevel and flying fast with the waves to the northshore where this waves are rolling over the reefs, finally raising out of the sea and breaking on the beaches of the northshore. We continue flying over the land, see isolated villages and fields short before harvest. Below us we see the green fields, in front of us some mountain appear, we climb the air and flying over the mountain into the Waimea Valley, passing the waterfalls, we hear the sound of a blowing shell, farmers stopping work. Now we slow down the flight, sinking to the ground and find us in the middle of the people who are running, some with surfboards to the coast. We raise our position, we see many people running through the forrest, passing an sacred place and reaching the coast where a big swell is running into the Waimea Bay where already some surfes are in the water. Our flight gets faster. Far away on the horizon we see the island of Kauai, we are approaching fast and impressive to see the end of the Na Pali coast, climb on her and see the wide valleys of Tarofields to move us further past the villages, fish ponds and to achieve the majesty of the red Waimea Canyon. We fly through it, below us a burial ceremony and are approaching the coast of Waimea where we see two sailing ships with english flags sail for the coast, uncounted canoes paddeling around these ships. We keep on flying over the ocean, below us we see several ships which becoming more modern as closer we come to Oahu. We are approaching from the north, fly to the east coast of Oahu's Diamond Head. Before us, the still uninhabited Waikiki where the first houses growing out of the beach. Streets share the green areas and more and more people are spreading. The first hotels appearing, close to a tree attracts a lot of young people who laying in the water, surfing the shore of Waikiki. It's the year 1905, tourism has reached Waikiki. Houses are being build, more and more Hotels growing out of nowhwere, The streets get filled with people and vehicels. Right on the beach created before our eyes, the Royal Hawaiian Hotel, famous for its pink color. We continue our flight to Honolulu, the city is growing smartly, from the open sea forwards, the first large commercial ships in the background running into the harbor of Honolulu. The city continues to grow, becomes more modern, we see the first cars driving on the raising four lane highways shwing up in front of them and then ascend into heaven to see Oahu far below us, The time is moving ahead. Honolulu steadily growing up to be a metropolis. About the Port of Honolulu, we are approaching Pearl Harbor, fly further into the interior of the islands to see among us the vast pineapple plantations, and the air is determined by the emission of the sugar mills and slowly turns dark, the old Hawaii in the modern age. We almost seem to hear the breaker of the North Shore and get closer to Haleiwa, the surfer town with the distinctive lifestyle of the fifties of last century past. Houses are growing from the ground and the streets are filled with cars that carry with them countless surfboards. The beaches are packed with surfers and our journey ends in the present. In a bay on the North Shore of Oahu, from gentle waves which arrive at the beach, guarded.

NARRATOR It took more than 1500 years from the first step to the great Chief Hawaiiloa on the islands until today. And yet only a small period in the history of the South Sea. This story began seven thousand years ago and day by day there will be some more stories who will fill the book of the south sea. And here on the beautiful islands of Hawaii, our story begins. A story about history of search, of men and women, great deeds of drama and the sheer luck and it is the story aboutthe history of surfing, the sport of kings.

END OF PROLOGUE EXT.DAY OAHU – NORTHSHORE BEACH On the beach there is a cozy-looking house, fringed by palmtrees and aloe vera bushes. On the front porch, a hammock swinging in the wind. The sea is calm, only a gentle swell rolling onto the beach. White clouds drift across the sky. Warm wind visited every corner of the island. The beach is empty. Nature is in a good mood that day. Slowly, in the speed of an outgoing wave, we are approaching the beach and the sea welcomes a new friend. Here in the sand sits the little Keoni, his name means "God's beautiful gift" and he draws childlike figures in the sand, he laughs now and again and looking out to sea. Keoni's has just celebrated his first birthday, his jet-black hair blowing in the wind and fine facial features seem to reveal his character. His little handy are playing with the sand and from time to time he is looking at the ocean. From the background we hear the typical grinding noise resulting from the shaping a board. Keoni is looking out to sea and sees a SURFER in a small but beautiful wave. Keoni smiles. Now the sky is cloudless and the sun shines on Keoni. The SURFER paddled ashore. He looks at Keoni and beckons to the little ones. The grinding noise stop. Besides Keoni suddenly appears a shadow of a surfboard on the sand is so plugged into that Keoni sitting in the shade. Keoni turns around and smiles at Kalani, his father. Kalani is 28 years old, his name means "the sage of the sky and sea." Then he sits down to his son and both look to the sea. Wind and the waves are now attracts more and break a loud and beautiful. Keoni's small hands to make the movements of the shaft. Kalani joins and their four hands going to the rhythm of the sea.

KALANI You are still so small and yet understand it all. Exactly, the waves are your friends, they go up and down, they want to play with you.

In a quieter part of the surf waves, a sea turtle, her head emerges from the water. Keoni interprets it and is pleased when he laughs, clearly points to it.

KALANI Yes, you like the Honu. You love the sea and everything in it. I feel the same, little waterboy.

The turtle is submerged, Keoni looks with big eyes at the place where there is no honu anymore. He points with his finger, is looking disappointed. A now bigger wave is crashing onto the beach. Keoni frightened, because of the sound. Kalani takes the little hand.

KALANI Dont be scared. The sea is no place where you have to be afraid. You must always show respect towards the ocean, and nothing will happen to you.

Keoni looks at Kalani, smiles, then looks out the sea and claps his little hands with an loud laugh on the surfboard.

KALANI And surfing then you'll learn if you can run decently.

Mahalo nui loa for your time and passion Armin