The scene opens along the sprawling Manhattan, New York cityscape, large buildings looming overhead. A brief overview of the city – dark, gritty cesspool of urban decadence. Apart from the bustle of New York citizens walking about, we see PROSTITUTES, as well as the presence of clear GANG ACTIVITY.
"Ms. O’Neil, just as you claimed that the murders of last month were connected to the release of Peter Wise, and you were WRONG on that account I might add.....These crimes are not related. There is no underground band of thugs, or ninja’s robbing the city. What we have is the normal holiday crime rush. I assure you our Police will not only solve these crimes but prevent them from happening again. We have several leads and assure you these events are purely random, and NOT connected."
However, we here at Channel 6 do believe Chief Sterns is wrong. In fact, we have a few tips that this is all part of a new group of thieves in New York City. A highly trained group unlike any other before. Time will tell if NYC finds a end to this, or if the mysterious vigilante who killed Peter Wise and ended the streak of rape and murder for which he was responsible, will perhaps strike down this underworld crime spree. April O’ Neil reporting...Channel 6 News.
"Hey Donny, cut it off." Raphael pushes his brother with the remote.
"I think its time we talk about this guys." Leonardo begins to group his brothers....when Splinter enters...
"I think my sons, its time we talk about something else as well. On how you came to be."
Cut to...
A man walking down the street, when WHAM! he is thrust kicked down by a pair of feet, he doesn’t see who kicked him, and by the time he gets up, they are gone.
Along with his wallet.
"HEY WHAT THE.....!!!!"
Fully dogi-suited FOOT SOLDIERS of the New York FOOT CLAN are seen in great number, carrying CRATES of stolen MERCHANDISE in what appears to be a abandoned WAREHOUSE. Most are young men, some Asian, and a few of them have their masks off. Adolescent-to-late-teenage males milling about: outcasts, vandals, urchins – the dregs of urbanization. But they don’t care. They’re having a great time. Skateboarding. Shouting. Hanging out around pirated arcade machines. They’re all laughing, smoking, drinking, gambling, and playing games. Video games. Card games. Knife games. Stolen cars are parked in single-file along one wall, some being worked on by plain-clothes FOOT – teenagers, mostly. At first look the warehouse seems a chop shop and black market hub littered with irregular piles of contraband. Anything that can be pocketed, carried, or driven is here, boxed and unboxed. Some of it is covered by old camouflage netting and drapes, which also adorn the walls.
A ninja in Blue garb, and a Ninja in Orange enter as well as Tatsu, The Shredder’s most powerful trainer. They walk towards a lavish entrance to the throne room of Oroku Saki.......THE SHREDDER!
"Indeed."
"We have everywhere from New Jersey to Manhattan Island to the Hudson Bay covered with our soldiers. We have vanquished every minor street thug and crime boss in the area, they are either working with us or dead. We are fully trained and prepared to battle the turtle demons....."
"Have you heard back from Killemoff?"
"No Lord Shredder, not since our last shipment of supplies to his laboratory. Should I send over some soldiers and request for an audience with you."
"No Tatsu, that won’t be necessary. I think its time I gave Dr. Killemoff a personal visit. I fully expect results. I want to know how and what these turtles are."
"Yes Master."
Back in the sewer lair of the TNMT......
"So you see my sons, after Hammato Yoshi and Teng Shen moved to NYC and were slaughtered by the Shredder. I was forced to live life a s normal street rat. And I did for many years until the faithful day in which you were brought to me from the heavens." The wise old Rat continues.
"But I don’t understand, Sensei. How did we come to be?" Leonardo boldly interrupts.
"Ah my sons, this is the most compelling part of your story. While living in the sewers, I often stayed near sewer grates, catching food nibbles that fell from the humans above. However one day I saw four small turtles fall through. I approached you all, and found that you were covered in a green slime. I wiped this ooze off of you, only to find that it came from a broken container not far away with the initials, TCRI on it. I scooped you into a near by coffee can, and soon I was amazed. You began to grow, as did I."
Splinter holds up whats left of the Mutagen canister to show the turtles.
"You had always told us we were mutants, but you don’t know what it was that mutated us?" Donatello asks of Splinter.
"No my son. I do not know what TCRI stands for, nor do I understand how it happened. However, I do know that it was fate that day you came to me. You are all unique, and these are nothing in the world quite like you. So you see my sons, someday you will learn of what caused your origin. I had to tell you, for I grow old, and may not be here always."
"Oh Splinter your always saying things like that." Michaelangelo interrupts.
"True my sons. By I could not sleep another night, without you knowing that my time is coming, and that you all now know everything about your origin. All that I know, at least. But for now my sons. I must rest. The old rat is tired."
As Splinter fades off into the darkness for some rest, the turtles discuss the new meanings of their origin. Most notably the newfound knowledge of this TCRI canister, that contained something to create them.
Three days later.
"Hey Don, where’s Raph and Master Splinter?" Leonardo asks his unmasked brother who tinkers with the TV set.
"Not sure, but I think they went out this morning to find our birthplace. Raphael somehow coaxed Splinter to show him the sewer grate." Don replies.
"What about Mikey?"
"Uh, I think he went to get a pizza, maybe?"
"How long have Raph and Splinter been gone? Long?"
Just then the door to the turtles lair is busted in as a bloody Raphael stumbles in. Leonardo and Donatello rush to him.
"What happened Raphael? WHERE’S MASTER SPLINTER?" Leo shakes his brother.
"Ninjas.....Foot Clan....Too Many.....couldn’t stop." Raphael passes out.
The scene switches to several hours later, at a laboratory in a undisclosed portion of New York City. However it is dark and eerie and certainly in the underbelly of Manhattan.
"So what have you managed to come up with Killemoff...."
"Well Shredder, its hard to find out about the turtles, when your guards only managed to capture this RAT!"
"Fool this rat is clearly their teacher. In fact, as I recall....Hammato Yoshi had a rat.....I think this may all finally make sense. Yes. But Dr. Killemoff I WANT RESULTS! How is this creature made. What is it made of."
"Well we’ve been testing him for the past few hours. Here is what we do know....he was somehow mutated with a very intense formula. In fact, we believe it caused his brain to swell as well as his body."
"It can talk?...as the others?"
"Certainly it can. It has yet to speak to us, but from my tests, its obvious it can speak, and teach and learn."
"What else Killemoff?"
"Well, we’ve taken particles of its blood stream, combined with our own toxins and we’re currently working on a toxic synthetic mutagen which I believe could very well be the secret to creating these creatures, as well as destroying them."
"You will be able to come up with something to reverse the mutating process, and turn these mutants back into turtles?"
"In time."
"You’re running out of it Doctor. I want results within the next 72 hours, or I’m cutting off your operations here."
"72 HOURS?!?! This is a exact science. How am I to even learn about the turtles without one to sample. Besides, that was not the deal...."
"I changed the deal. Hope that I don’t change it any further."
"What about the rat?"
"Find out all you can, experiment on it all you wish, then KILL it."
With that the evil Shredder leaves. Casting a dark look on the beaten and battered Splinter. Who is tied up and being poked with needles, and examined thoroughly.
Back in the turtles lair, all four turtles sit together in awe. Their eyes nearly filled with tears, their hearts full of fear and their minds racing with anger. Finally Raphael speaks.
"Its all my fault."
"There’s nothing you could have done, you did all you could. We never expected a attack on us." Donatello speaks to his angry brother.
"You shouldn’t have taken Master Splinter with you." Leonardo joins in.
"Don’t you think I know that Leo?! DAMN!"
Raphael grabs a trench coat and heads for the exit.
"Where do you think your going?" Leonardo yells to his sibling.
"I’m going out! Maybe to find Splinter...Maybe to think...maybe to jump of a bridge. What's it matter to you Leo?! I screwed up! I wasn’t expecting to be jumped by the Foot Clan, I fought them off the best I could, but when the battle was over Master Splinter was gone. I SCREWED UP! I KNOW I KNOW!"
With that Raph slams the door, and exits into the night.
"You were pretty tough on him Leo." Mike says to his silent brother.
"I know. I was upset." "Its okay, we’re all upset. We just gotta find Master Splinter and soon. I fear the worst. I’m gonna check the computer, see if the Police’s database has any info on the Foot Clan." Don banters....
"Sounds good Don, Mike and I will check out the Shredder’s old hiding places. Maybe we can find a clue."
"Lets boogie dude!"
On the streets we find Raphael wandering about, talking to himself.
"I’ve always felt apart from them somehow... my seriousness, my intensity separates me."
Raphael combs the streets looking for any sign of the Foot...but for a group that has robbed nearly every store in town, they seem to be nowhere in sight. However Raph does notice a altercation occurring not far away.
"Punk! You took that lady’s purse...and for that you have to pay!"
Raphael in a self pity filled moment, just watches from afar.
"Its a shame your buddies ran like cowards. I’d enjoyed busting up 4 punks heads...looks like its just me and you."
"Come on man...I was just taking it for fun...You gave it back to her...lemme go!"
"Do the crime....DO THE TIME!"
With that the hockey masked vigilante pulls out a baseball bat and strikes the young thug in the stomach. When he crumples over, the masked man begins kicking him repeatedly. Raphael has seen enough.
"Hey why don’t you leave the kid alone." Raphael rips his trenchcoat off to reveal his green skin and shell.
"What punk?" The masked man turns his attentions to Raphael.
"He owe you money or something?"
"He stole a girl’s purse. Now he owes a debt to society. Don’t ya punk?!"
The masked man turns to look down at the thug, but he’s too late. The punk is running off.
"You let him get away. NO ONE LETS CASEY JONES PUNKS GET AWAY!"
"Hey now, don’t mess with me. I’ve had a bad day." Raphael replies to Casey.
"I’m thinking....thinking ..thinking...thinking....ITS ABOUT TO GET WORSE!"
With that the masked man known as Casey Jones pulls out two baseball bats and charges at Raphael. Raph dodges his attack and sweep kicks Casey.
"Alright, I win. Later...."
"No so fast PUNK!" Casey yells as he throws a golf club right into the back of Raphael. Raph hits the ground face first.
"DAMN! Now you done gone and did it!"
As Raphael jumps up, he is caught with a punch to the temple from Jones.
"Time to pay the piper PUNK!"
Raph pulls out his Sai’s and throws one at Casey.
"WHOOOA!"
As Casey Jones ducks the ninja knife, he pulls up another of his ball bats.
"Two can play that game! You freak!"
As the two start battling in the street, trading punches and kicks.
Finally Police sirens are heard in the distance getting closer.
"Now you done got us in trouble with the boys in blue...ya green punk!"
As both Casey Jones and Raphael take off to hide from the cops they turn back and give each other a strange look. Both knowing the other could have beaten them. Both wondering if they didn’t find a new ally.
While Raphael is out on his own meeting new people in NYC, Leonardo and Michelangelo are deep in the Shredder’s first lair. Looking for any clues whatsoever. With little luck.....
"Leo, you see anything?"
"No. I doubt Saki would be foolish enough to re-setup camp here. I guess, I was just hoping for some sort of clue."
"Hey dude, maybe you got that right......"
"Huh?"
Leonardo turns around to see several Foot Soldiers surrounding both him and Michelangelo. Its just a few Foot, but the two turtles are outnumbered two to one.
"Well lets see what these Foot know......"
"ATTACK!" Yells the lead Foot Solider.
Leonardo and two members of the Foot Clan battle with katana swords. While Michelangelo tries his hand against some with nunchukus. In the midst of the most perilous battle, Mike can be seen swinging his deadly nunchukus.
"Come on dudes, I was hoping for a workout!" Mikey screams.
As the two turtles battle the Foot Soldiers, they quickly learn theses ninja warriors are much tougher then the ones they have faced in the past from Shredder’s army.
"OOOF!......I said a workout....not a beatdown!"
Leonardo, defeats one of the Foot, however he is centered in by another, continuing his two on one confrontation. Using his best swordsman skills, he is able to repell them to a distance until he and Michelangelo are shell to shell......
"I’m thinking we may want to retreat this time Mike."
"Yea thats a no-brainer....but how?"
"LIKE THIS!"
Leo jumps into the air, and kicks two of the Foot down. While Michelangelo barges down the other. As the two turtles run for cover, they hurl Shurikens at the soldiers as they rush for the nearest sewer grate. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, disappear into the night.
"Do you feel that Mike?"
"Wha? You mean that brutal beating we we’re just taking? Yea I feel it ALL over."
"No...no...something else.
Leonardo sholds his head for a brief moment and closes his eyes.
"Its as if I can see Master Splinter....."
"Its as if Master Splinter was with us there at the end. I think, I think.... I know where he is."
"You’ve always been better at sensing those sort of things Leo. Maybe he is trying to contact you through meditation."
As the two turtles enter their lair, we find Raphael entering from the reverse side. Donatello greets all three turtles as they enter.
"Hey Raph, Leo...Mikey...Great timing. I think I may know where Master Splinter was taken."
"Killemoff Laboratories." Leonardo announces to the group.
"I was just about to say that. How did you know that? I just looked up where the Police think the technological equipment that was stolen was delivered to. But I just saw that, how could you know?"
"Master Splinter told me in my mind."
"What are you a Jedi now?" Raphael pushes Leonardo.
"No time for this guys, we gotta go help Splinter before its too late." Donatello pulls the two apart.
The Next Day
The next day, deep in the heart of Killemoff Laboratories, Dr. Killemoff emerges from hours of tests on Splinter. He looks frustrated and his hands have faint traces of blood on them. He is surprised when he finds Shredder standing in his office.
"Shredder I did not expect you here so soon. My 72 hours aren’t up yet."
"NO. I am just checking up on you Killemoff. A few of my soldiers encountered the turtles last night. I fear they may soon try to locate the rat. I need a progress report."
"Yes, well let me take you two him."
Killemoff leads Shredder to the main operating room, where Splinter is hooked to several machines. His coat is tattered and his face is slightly contorted. He looks surprisingly well for all the tests that have been performed on him.
"What has happened to him?"
"Well Lord Shredder, I’m happy to report that I broke the first line of the DNA code for the Mutagen. In fact, after testing his blood cells for hours, I cracked the code rather quickly. Using my own synthetic mutagen, I was able to begin on a potion to reverse the aging process."
"Perfect. So you do have a formula to turn the mutant turtles back into pets?"
"Unfortunately no. You see, after several injections of the serum the rat reacted quite well, and his reverse aging went quickly. However....after numerous shots, he has either become immune to it, or we simply don’t know enough of the DNA code to fully reverse the effects."
"What does this mean?"
"We somewhat created a fountain of youth for the rat. We reversed his aging process, some 5 or 10 years. But now, its stopped, and he’s as fit as he would have been 10 years ago."
"You made him younger and healthier?!? WHAT GOOD IS THAT TO ME FOOL?!"
"Well Lord Shredder, we’re working at our best to find out the rest of the code. But I need more time."
"You have 32 hours left Killemoff. Get it done."
Shredder walks face to face with Splinter. He eyes the TNMT leader in the eyes.
"I know who you are rat. Your Hammato Yoshi’s pet. How you have ever lived this long and become what you are, to avenge his death...that I may never know. But know this, you shall die, as will your turtles."
Splinter weakly looks up into Shredder’s eyes and speaks his first words since his capture.
"If something is so easy a fool could do it, only a fool would want to."
Shredder backhands Splinter. Then turns to leave, as he does he addresses Dr. Killemoff one more time.
"Killemoff, I’m leaving a large number of Foot Soldiers here, as well as two of the greatest ninjas from Japan here with you. Incase these ninja turtles show up. I will return tommorrow and expect RESULTS......Oh...and one last thing doctor...make sure when you kill this rat, he dies a very slow and PAINFUL death."
"Yes my lord."
