Zita the Spacegirl (film)/Transcript

Transcript of the 2024 film Zita the Spacegirl.

Part 1
(The Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, New Eden Pictures, and Chernin Entertainment logos play.)

(Fade to drawn-like sequences recapping the Zita the Spacegirl book series.)

Narrator: It all began when a girl and her friend encountered a meteoroid. But this was no ordinary meteor. It had a button that opened gateway to another world. A world so far that no one, and I mean no one, not even SpaceX themselves, have ever discovered before. But as time went on, this girl knew that she couldn't let everyone she knew and loved dead from lethal forces. So using her skills to the test, she saved countless lives, made new friends, and was even wanted by the police force. And who was this girl's name, you ask? Her name... was Zita. Zita the Spacegirl.

(Show the title. Then fade to a town, as the song "You Make My Dreams" plays.)

Narrator: Now that Zita's adventures are over (at least for now), let's see what she's up to, shall we?

(The camera shows Zita walking down a sidewalk.)

Florist: Hey, Zita, why don't you help me out with the cat here? She doesn't want to move!

Zita: (laughed) I'm pretty sure you've got it under control, Mr. Franz.

Florist: Ha-ha, very funny.

(Zita stopped at an intersection. She saw an old lady with a walker. Feeling sympathetic, she held onto her.)

Zita: Hi, miss. Why don't I help you across?

Old lady: Really? Oh, I appreciate it.

(Zita helped the lady cross the street, with cars stopping to let them pass.)

Driver: Hey, kid, hurry it up! I got places to be!

Zita: Can it, bonehead! Show some respect.

Driver: Whatever.

(Zita and the old lady make it to the other side of the road.)

Old lady: Thank you, kind lady. Here, why don't I give you this as a token for my gratitude?

(The lady gives Zita five dollars.)

Zita: Whoa! Thanks, miss. You have no idea how grateful I am to-

(The lady was gone.)

Zita: ...receive this gift. Oh well.

(Zita walks away to her house. The song fades out.)

Zita: Hey, mom. Hi, dad.

Zita's father: Hey there, princess!

Zita: Dad, please don't call me that.

Zita's mother: He's just fooling around, sweetie. So how's your day?

Zita: Pretty fine. I helped a lady cross the street. She gave me five dollars.

Zita's mother: Oh, did you? That's very sweet.

(The doorbell rang.)

Zita: I got it!

(Zita opened the door. Her friend Joseph was standing there.)

Zita: Oh! Hey, Joseph.

Joseph: Hi, Zita.

Zita: What are you doing here?

Joseph: Nothin'. Just wanted to stop by to say hi.

Zita: Well, come in. You wanna stay over for a while? It's the weekend anyway. I could prep the PlayStation.

Joseph: Ehhh, I don't know, Zita. My parents want me back home soon. It doesn't hurt to feel a little safer?

Zita: Then just ask. I'm sure they'll understand.

Joseph: You sure? What if they say no?

Zita: Like I said, they'll understand.

Joseph: Alright. If you say so.

(Joseph took out his iPhone and texted his parents, "Is it okay if I stay over at Zita's for a little while?")

Joseph: There. Now, the moment of truth...

(Zita and Joseph waited for a few seconds before the latter's parents replied with "No.")

Joseph: Well, sorry, Zita. Looks like I can't stay over.

Zita: What? But it's the weekend!

Joseph: Don't worry, I'll stay over next week. See you later!

Zita: Hold on, you can't just-

(Joseph closed the door. Zita sighed.)

Zita's mother: Zita, don't feel sad. Joseph's probably got a lot of work to do.

Zita: But he told me he's free!

Zita's mother: I know, but still. Maybe someone just needed his help is all. Now, why don't you go help me with the dinner table? Your dad doesn't seem to be a help at all.

(Swoosh to Zita's dad just sleeping on the couch.)

Zita's father: I heard that, by the way.

(Zita chuckled.)

Zita: I will, Ma.

Zita's mother: Good.

(Zita and her mother walked to prep the table. Later, as they were eating, Zita's parents noticed that she was feeling down.)

Zita's father: Honey, uhh... you ever noticed something weird about Zita?

Zita's mother: Come to think about, yes, I have. It's like something affected her last year.

Zita's father: Do you think we should talk with her about it?

Zita's mother: Hmm... alright. Zita?

Zita: Hm?

Zita's mother: Your father and I noticed that you were acting a little off since last year.

Zita: Oh yeah, that. It's nothing.

Zita's father: That's not "nothing", Zita. Something's bothering you. We can feel it.

Zita: No. Nothing's bothering me. I'm fine.

(Zita's mother and father looked at each other.)

Zita's mother: If you're fine, then what's with the silent treatment you're giving us? You haven't even touched your food.

Zita's father: Whoa, whoa, whoa, honey. Tone it down a little bit. You're making her uncomfortable.

Zita's mother: No. She needs to explain herself. (to Zita) What is this secret you're hiding from us, Zita?

Zita: I don't want to talk about it.

Zita's mother: You need to tell us about it, because otherwise, what are we gonna do about you with this expression on your face?

(Zita said nothing.)

Zita's father: Hey, come on. No need to raise your voice on the dinner table.

Zita: Thanks, dad.

Zita's mother: Oh, so you speak to him, but not me?

TBA.