EXT. STADIUM - DAY
Crowds of people having been evacuated from areas of the city fill the entire arena. We SLOWLY PUSH IN on a large television monitor mounted onto a wall displaying a critical news bulletin --
Under text reading the tag-line 'GODZILLA: PIMP OF THE UNIVERSE?', a shaky camera held from the interior of a news helicopter records live footage of the monstrous GODZILLA, wearing a black leather jacket and a sick wallet chain and throwing up gang signs as he sharply bobs his head to the pounding bass of 'SIMON SAYS' BY PHAROAHE MONCHE blaring from a Godzilla-sized boom box.
The song ends. Godzilla lets out a deafening, pant-wetting roar.
He pulls out an enormous cigarette from his inner jacket pocket, sticks it between his mighty jaws, kneels down and lights the end of it with the flames belching from a devastated children's hospital shrieking with the agonized screams of scalded youth.
He stands upright. Takes a deep drag of his smoke and exhales slowly, savoring it. He pulls out a giant pair of sunglasses hanging from his chest pocket, flicks them open and places them coolly over his eyes. He kneels again slightly to pick up his boom box.
I guess my work here is done.
Godzilla slowly turns around, smashing his gargantuan tail against the side of a building, crushing dozens of people underneath falling debris in the process. He starts stomping away down the highway, crushing one family-filled car after another.
CRANE SHOT -- a man runs eagerly down the highway in pursuit of Godzilla, struggling to catch his breath; the young, fresh-faced soldier FORD. We PAN DOWN to meet him in a CLOSE-UP --
Godzilla -- wait!
ANGLE ON Godzilla as he stops in his tracks. He slowly turns his head and tilts it downwards to meet Ford's gaze suavely over the top of the lenses of his glasses.
What's up, kid?
Ford struggles to find words --
You saved my ass back there.
Godzilla takes another puff of his cigarette.
We got lucky.
The injustice of Godzilla's modesty causes Ford's face to clench in disapproval and his eyes to well with tears. He shakes his head.
Luck didn't have anything to do with it. It was your courage. And your laser beams.
Godzilla and Ford exchange prolonged stares --
Then Godzilla smirks.
You know what, kid? You're alright.
You're alright too, Godzilla.
Godzilla sets himself down on one knee and holds his mighty fist out directly in front of Ford.
Ford beams as he curls his own hand into a fist and pounds Godzilla's.
Godzilla withdraws his hand and stands upright again. He turns away.
Ford wipes the tears from his face.
Where you gonna go?
Godzilla pauses. He tilts his head to one side.
Wherever I'm needed.
Godzilla then continues stomping his way a little further down the highway and around a corner towards a sick Godzilla-sized motorcycle. He places his boom box on the chopper's rear. Climbs onto the seat. Starts the engine.
Ford, chasing after Godzilla again, turns the same corner --
Godzilla pauses again. Looks towards Ford.
Ford gives Godzilla an awkwardly forced thumbs-up.
Godzilla says nothing for a moment -- then gives a slight nod.
You got any weed on you?
You know where I can get some pussy around here?
Wouldn't have a clue.
He then grabs a hold of the handles of his chopper -- the engine roars to life and the bike obliterates thousands of buildings as Godzilla peels away into a couple of donuts and across the city towards the water. He grinds into the ocean and disappears under its surface with a thundering splash, the sound matched only by the storm of applause from the people of the city.
FADE TO BLACK.