EXT. - SPACE
A KREE WARSHIP floats beyond the atmosphere of a large, desert planet with two suns.
INT. - KREE WARSHIP
Squads of Kree soldiers hustle to battle stations amidst BLINKING, RED LIGHT, yet a MESSENGER heads in the opposite direction.
Doors slide open, revealing Kree hard at work on their computers and a pacing COMMANDER. The commander is tall and armored, unafraid.
I demand answers. Have we been fired upon? Have the Skrulls broken the truce?
Sir, we have images of the impending attack.
A SILVERY, BLURRED MASS hurtling through space like a shooting star appears on the screen.
The Commander snatches the messenger by the throat, lifts him off the ground, and tosses him aside.
These blurry pictures tell me nothing. Where did this weapon originate?
What fools beg for war with the Kree?
Commander, it’s within range!
Then destroy it!
EXT. - SPACE
As every gun on the warship unloads fighter ships pour into space.
The fire around the mysterious object subsides. Eyes aglow, the SILVER SURFER approaches on his board.
With swift grace, the Surfer weaves through an onslaught of lasers. BLASTS OF ENERGY shoot from his fists, cutting rows of fighter ships in half while he barrel rolls around an explosion.
INT. - KREE WARSHIP
Like a ghost, the Surfer slips through the warship’s shields and its main window.
The commander unleashes a battle cry and swings his sword, yet the blade snaps against the Surfer’s metallic form.
Both hands of the Surfer spread. Energy beams consume the bridge. The Surfer passes into the halls undeterred, leaving chaos in his wake.
Kree soldiers engage with guns, swords and hammers. Spinning upon his board, the Surfer hurls them into walls.
As fast as the Surfer appeared, he slips through the warship’s floors and vanishes.
EXT. - SPACE
Behind the Surfer, the Kree warship implodes. He continues toward the planet.
EXT. - DESERT PLANET - KREE OUTPOST
Massive, defensive guns fire from the planet’s surface into the atmosphere; they are unable to hit the Surfer.
As if riding waves, he encroaches on the Kree soldiers amassing below him. He roars. Larger and larger, the energy around his fists grows.
In one passing swoop, his blast rips apart the outpost.
Slowing, the Surfer veers around to a stop and whirls his hands.
Rumbling, shaking, the earth around the Kree soldiers crumbles. It turns black, whirling downward into a void that swallows them all.
THE SILHOUETTE OF GALACTUS’ HELMET BLOTS ONE OF THE PLANET’S SUNS.
Looking up, the glow in the Surfer’s eyes wanes.
Master, I have found another planet in which for you to feed.
Master, I have found another planet in which for you to feed.
The ELEMENTAL CONVERTER of Galactus breaches the atmosphere. UNWINDING, METAL TENTACLES spread over the land. They plunge into the ground.
EXT. - SPACE
Solemn, the Silver Surfer watches from afar as the desert planet breaks apart into lifeless pieces of debris and the arms of the Elemental Converter wind back into its shell.
Galactus, my master, have you not just feasted?
Feast? That was a morsel.
Walking around the broken planet, the Devourer of Worlds keeps his hands behind his back. He stands as tall as Earth, armored and helmeted, proud and emotionless.
The Surfer floats upward, closer to Galactus’ face.
Did we not strike a bargain, my herald? I took just a man, a pathetic scientist on a backwater world, and imbued him with the Power Cosmic to find me nourishment among the stars, in exchange for sparing his entire world from the same fate as this one.
One of the desert planet’s moons collides with Galactus’ shoulder and is obliterated.
The Surfer looks at the destruction.
I remember the bargain. I have not failed in my duties.
In the past, you have served me well. You, Silver Surfer, have been my finest herald, but as of late, you have brought me nothing but snacks. You bring me worlds that barely support life or are dying, so I hunger, more and more.
What would you have me do?
Only what I ask, now through eternity. I am patient. I am everlasting. Find me a biosphere rich in life, or I shall return to Zenn-La and sic my Punisher on your people. Norinn Radd is dead, herald. You would do best to leave him behind and shrug off your guilt. You are mine, forever.
(Kneeling on his board)
Yes, I am sworn to you. If my choices do not please you, where would you have me go?
There is a place...long has it been hidden from me. The tug of something powerful has pulled the veil and made it known. I can sense its force, enough to satiate me for a hundred years. Uatu, the Watcher, feeble in his kindness, thought he could keep it from me. No more.
I will do as you ask.
Of course, you will. I am your Maker. I shall guide you there to subdue its people and follow soon after. This I bid, herald. This is the word of Galactus, all-powerful, the before and after and unbound to time.
And if the Watcher interferes?
He will not dare. Now, go.
The Silver Surfer speeds off, following a LIGHT TRAIL through the cosmos.
EXT. - Earth’s Moon - Blue Area
Within Uatu’s eyes, the reflection of the Surfer travels through space. He blinks.
The reflection of Earth, which he looks upon with concern FROM THE MOON, takes the Surfer’s place.
I have dreaded this moment. For millions of years, I have watched this planet, observing its people grow and blossom, become beacons of hope.
A VISION OF INFINITY GEMS SWIRL AROUND UATU, COLLECTING ON THE GAUNTLET.
First, came Thanos, and I did nothing as he ravaged Earth’s heroes.
The gauntlet snaps its fingers.
Now, the Destroyer of Worlds sends his herald to wreak havoc. There are few to stand against his might.
Whom to contact? Where to start?
-CAPTAIN AMERICA kneels at BUCKY’S GRAVE.
-KRAGLIN stands behind ROCKET THE RACCOON as he flies a Ravager ship. TONY STARK sits dejected in a corner.
-HOWARD THE DUCK uses Quack Fu against would-be bank robbers.
-HAWKEYE sits beside BLACK WIDOW staring across a lake.
-Children play on the lawn of the X-MANSION.
-The DORA MILAJE mourn their fallen king in Wakanda.
-VALKYRIE holds THOR’S hand.
-ADAM WARLOCK and PIP THE TROLL stand together, staring into the vastness of space. Across from them, a LARGE ISLAND begins to form with a STATUE OF THANOS at its center.
-MS. MARVEL fights an UNKNOWN FOE.
-Cranes put the finishing touches on top of the BAXTER BUILDING.
Perhaps, the answer is not now. The thoughts within Galactus’ herald did not match his deeds. Norrin Radd, enemy or ally...your past will be the key.
ZENN-LA APPEARS IN UATU’S EYES.
EXT. - ZENN-LA
It’s a planet similar to Earth but with roundish, stone homes. The people, though technologically advanced, live in harmony with their surroundings, caring for exotic plants and alien species.
INT. - NORRIN RADD’S HOUSE
Norrin washes vegetables in the sink. Dressed in green and yellow, he is bald and lean yet muscular.
He places the vegetables on a nearby counter, where robots dice them and prepare breakfast on a stove.
For a moment, Norrin watches a strange, multicolored bird-like creature on the hedge outside his window. He smiles, looking over his shoulder.
Good morning, Shalla-Bal.
Good morning, my love. What smells delicious?
A dish my mother taught me. It’s a scramble of eggs, spices, and vegetables.
Shalla-Bal has long, dark hair. She also wears green and yellow, though it is a flowing dress.
Tenderly, she wraps her arms around her husband’s stomach.
The bird creature squawks and flaps away.
I think it heard you.
Norrin and Shalla-Bal laugh.
Synthetic eggs. Synthetic veggies. No living being harmed.
I expect no less.
Splashing Shalla-Bal with water, Norrin turns into her embrace. They kiss.
Where do your adventures take you today? Will you be home for dinner?
Aren’t I always?
Mostly. Sometimes, no.
Today should be a mostly. I’m to speak with the Council of Scientists about the defense systems, for a fifth time. When I fail to convince them this so-called breach should be inspected--
You’ll stop in the library and lose yourself in stories of Zenn-La’s history, imaging yourself floating around the cosmos like you used to draw when we were in school.
You remember those?
Oh, yes. Silver-something and his daring, female sidekick.
A sidekick modeled after you.
Darling, I’ve never been that endowed. Those were the drawings of a teenager in lust.
A BLUE LIGHT fills the kitchen, interrupting their laughter.
The council summons you? Maybe you’ll get your wish to venture into space, after all. The first in a hundred years.
Be back for supper or no dessert.
They kiss, before Norrin grabs a flat computer and a book and tucks them under his arm. He stops in the doorway, relishing the sight of his wife.
See you soon.
Let’s hope. And tell those old fools to listen for once!
INT. - ZENN-LA - COUNCIL OF SCIENCE CHAMBER
Norrin stands at a center console, surrounded by elders in chairs. The room is barren and cold.
Waiting for the elder scientists to stop shifting and coughing and grumbling to each other, Norrin punches the keys to his computer. He opens his book, written in an alien symbols and math equations, and smiles at Shalla-Bal’s scribble in a corner:
I’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU
On the chamber’s walls, the solar system containing Zenn-La appears.
As you all know, since this is my fourth visit, the outer rim of our defense system was breached.
Your data is old, Norrin. Since last week, three of our four defense lines have been breached. We have since sent probes and none returned.
Yes, three. Seems a mass system failure. We’ve summoned you to grant access to a spaceship and inspect the innermost defense line. Your claim that we’ve neglected their upkeep seems...
(clears throat, takes sip of water)
And if it’s not a malfunction? If they’ve been destroyed or--
The council laughs.
Hardly. We are but a speck in a great universe. We are so remote we have never once, in our billions of years, interacted or found another life form outside of our own planet. Our ancestors were paranoid. Why, I do not know, but do not let your imagination go wild. We are scientists, Norrin, first and foremost. Collect data, bring it to us, and we will discuss this matter further.
Norrin looks around the room, finding only bored stares.
But, what if--
Norrin...do not make us change our minds.
The Lead Scientist dismisses Norrin with a wave of his hand.
Collecting his things, Norrin opens and closes his mouth as he debates saying more, but the council is back to murmuring and coughing.
I guess I’m going to space.
EXT. - ZENN-LA
Norrin’s spacecraft ejects SPHERICAL PROBES once out of Zenn-La’s atmosphere.
INT. - NORRIN’S SPACECRAFT
Shalla-Bal’s photograph is on his main computer, and Norrin touches it, running his finger on her cheek.
After a pause, he directs the probes from his console. He slows the craft.
Diagnostics on first defense line.
EXT. - SPACE
The probes split up in several directions, scanning large, metallic objects set in a row.
INT. - NORRIN'S SPACECRAFT
Nothing wrong? How can that be?
RED LIGHT FILLS NORRIN’S SPACECRAFT.
Rising from nowhere, arms outstretched, Galactus destroys the final defense line in a series of explosions that do him no harm.
Norrin’s spacecraft CRUMBLES to pieces, leaving him squirming for air, at the mercy of radiation and extreme cold.
As if plucking an ant, Galactus seizes Norrin and brings him closer.
PIECES OF THE SPACECRAFT FORM A PAD in which Norrin recovers and gasps for breath.
I know why you have come, Norrin Radd, but I cannot diverge from my path.
You...know my name?
I know all names, all thoughts, even from opposite ends of the universe. Do not try to understand me, mortal. I am beyond you.
What are you? Why have you come?
I have come for the energy of you planet, that which supports life.
No, you can’t! There must be another way!
No wealth or pleasure will sway me. I seek only energy.
Our biosphere...if you drain our biosphere, you drain our lives! You will destroy an entire race!
It is what I am. In order to survive, I must have the biosphere. Without me, the universe would fall apart. I am balance. I am a necessity, harsh as it must seem to one such as insignificant as yourself.
Life means nothing to you? Certainly, there are planets without sentient beings! Why Zenn-La? Why a planet that houses people?
Life means everything, but mine is more important. I do not expect such a small creature to understand. Had I a herald, it would be different.
No...you can’t...What if I was your herald?
I can spare your world, but do you really know what it is you sacrifice? A herald is forever. You will lead me to countless planets long after yours has come and gone and Shalla-Bal is but dust. You will never see her again. You will seek life, quell resistance, and I will follow to consume that which supports life. Blood will be on your hands. Entire planets will mar your soul.
Silence as tears form in Norrin’s eyes.
If it means Shalla-Bal will live in peace, I give myself willingly. I am yours.
I am not without mercy.
From Galactus’ palm, light emanates and consumes Norrin on his platform.
Norrin screams in pain.
To remind you of your love, I will mold you in what brought you together. Henceforth, herald, you will be...the Silver Surfer.
From his skin, a MOLTEN, SILVERY LIQUID METAL seeps over Norrin's body.
*The format is off due to Final Draft vs Blogger - This is just a draft
*One of the main points is Silver Surfer is a villain, a powerful one. He wouldn't start his reformation till very late in the film. Even then, it's only a rebellion against Galactus. He's not a savior.
*Surfer should have a wide range of emotions. He's one of the most complex superheroes Marvel has.
*This would reboot Fantastic Four, but Surfer would stomp them.
*Ultimately, Alicia Masters would spark memories of Shalla-Bal.
*Galactus and Uatu would confront each other.
*Surfer would save the Fantastic Four from Galactus' Punisher, using deconstruct.
*Reed Richards would build the Ultimate Nullifier while Surfer distracts Galactus.
*Surfer's power does not come from his board; his board is psychically linked. Separating them does nothing.
*My dream Galactus would be Bryan Cranston.
*My dream Silver Surfer would be Karl Urban; OR still voiced by Laurence Fishburne.
*Final fight scene would NOT be in NYC; Yes, the Baxter Building is there but Avengers already did the best invasion of NYC possible for the MCU. Maybe Chicago or overseas...
*End on a sad note, Surfer is punished to live on Earth.
*Either a sequel or Fantastic Four movie involving the storyline where Surfer decides humanity will only find peace if there's a villain to unite them...volunteering to be that villain. Again, it takes a while till he's the noble hero.