Santa Chase Scene Entries

[Mark Somers]

HOLIDOME



FADE IN:

INT. SUBURBAN SHOPPING MALL - NIGHT

SUPER: 7:30 PM, DECEMBER 24

Sappy holiday music through the PA system...

"Jingle, jingle, ding, ding..."

HOLIDAY CHOIR
(over PA system)
'Tis the season for buying gifts for
everyone...

BIRDSEYE VIEW

Through tangles of ornaments and giant nutcracker figures
hanging from the ceiling...

People scurrying like ants between kiosks and storefronts.

GROUND LEVEL

Chaos. Masses of frantic shoppers, babies crying, bumping,
shouting.

BRITTNEY, 14, a teenage suburban princess, storms through
the crowd, yelling at her MOTHER, 45, who's loaded with the
day's kill.

BRITTNEY
Great, now we'll never find one.

Told you not to wait so long.

INT. SUBURBAN SHOPPING MALL WOMEN'S RESTROOM - NIGHT

Vomiting and gagging from inside a closed stall.

VERA NEELY, 37, presses up against the stall door.

VERA NEELY
Are you okay honey?

The stall door opens. CALLIE NEELY, 13, bald, sickly pale,
steps out, wiping her mouth with a tissue.

CALLIE NEELY
Yeah, fine.

VERA NEELY
Maybe we should go home now. The
lines are pretty long.

CALLIE NEELY
No mom, I want to see Santa Claus.

Brittney steps from the adjacent stall, staring at Callie,
gasping when she finally recognizes her.

BRITTNEY
Oh my God! Callie, is that you?

Callie smiles.

CALLIE NEELY
Hey, Brittney. How's it going?

Vera heads for the door.

VERA NEELY
I'll be outside.

BRITTNEY
Uh, your hair?

Callie, swipes a hand across her bald head.

CALLIE NEELY
Chemo, radiation. Decided to shave
the rest. Last minute shopping?

BRITTNEY
Yeah, I'm so pissed, my Mom waited...
(beat)
Anyway, you?

CALLIE NEELY
Kinda corny, but I wanted to see
Santa Claus... you know.

Callie, eyes welling with tears, looks to the floor.

BRITTNEY
Christ, have you seen the line?

INT. SUBURBAN SHOPPING MALL SANTA'S VILLAGE - NIGHT

A nervous SANTA ELF, 19, speaks into a microphone.

SANTA ELF
(filtered through
speaker)
I'm sorry, but Santa has to leave.
He has a very busy night. He'll
only be able to see those in front
of the rope line.

Groans, yelling, children wailing.

Brittney, in line with Callie, yells...

BRITTNEY
You gotta be kidding, no way.

Brittney grabs Callie's hand, storming toward Santa.

The Elf steps in their way.

SANTA ELF
Excuse me, you can't...

Brittney shoves the Elf out of the way.

BRITTNEY
Go make some toys sister.

EXT. SUBURBAN SHOPPING MALL PARKING LOT - NIGHT

A SECURITY GUARD escorts Brittney and Callie out of the mall.

Brittney turns, snaps at the Security Guard.

BRITTNEY
Way to go mall cop. Don't you have
some shoplifters to catch?

CALLIE NEELY
I better call my mom.

BRITTNEY
Wait!

Brittney points across the parking lot.

BRITTNEY
Look!

EXT. CAR SUBURBAN SHOPPING MALL PARKING LOT - NIGHT

SANTA tosses his hat into the car, plops behind the wheel.

INT. CAR SUBURBAN SHOPPING MALL PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Country western music from the radio. Santa drives away,
lights a cigarette and takes a swig from a brown paper bag.

Someone pounds on the car, BANG, BANG, BANG.

A MUFFLED VOICE from outside.

MUFFLED VOICE
Hey, stop, stop!

Santa peers into the sideview mirror.

Brittney runs alongside the car, Callie in tow.

Santa stops the car.

Brittney, breathless, pokes her head through the open window.

BRITTNEY
My friend... she needs to see you...

Santa leans his head out of the window, sees Callie, hands
on her knees, panting.

SANTA
Look, I put in twelve hours today.
Been smacked, kicked, spit on. I'm
goin' home.

Santa rolls up the window, pulls forward.

SANTA'S POV - BRITTNEY THROUGH WINDSHIELD

Brittney sprints in front of the car, slamming both hands on
the hood.

Santa stops the car, jumps out, reaches for his cell phone.

SANTA
Are you crazy? I'm callin' security.

Brittney runs to Callie, yanks off her knit cap, bald head
gleaming under the parking lot lamps.

BRITTNEY
(crying)
Look, she needs to see you. Okay?

EXT. SANTA'S CAR - NIGHT

With the trunk open, Santa sits on the back bumper, Callie
on his lap.

SANTA
So, what can I bring you for
Christmas?

Brittney throws a snowball, nailing a plastic reindeer
strapped to a lamppost.

Callie gazes up at the falling snow.

CALLIE NEELY
How about another Christmas.

Santa smiles.

SANTA
You got it.

Santa turns to Brittney.

SANTA
How about you?

Brittney hurls another snowball, her back to Santa.

BRITTNEY
Ditto.

From a speaker...

HOLIDAY CHOIR
(filtered through PA
system)
"Silent night, holy night, All is
calm, all is bright.."

FADE OUT:

[Mark Somers]

RAINDEER

OVER BLACK

Lightning flashes. A clasp of thunder ROARS across the ocean
waves. In the distance, a small but bright red light floats
across the horizon.

It comes from RUDOLPH, a red nosed reindeer. Tonight he flies
solo, but for the fat, bearded man mounted on his back. That
man is SANTA.

Rudolph weaves through the clouds, hot on the heels of
PEDANTICUS CHRISTMASHATERCUS. Tall and lean, he wears a jet
black body suit with the letters "PC" embroided across his
chest plate. He carries something in his hand.

PC slices through the rain. Raises his hand to shield his
eyes. It's now clear what he is holding; Santa's sack.

He veers violently toward the ocean. Rudolph follows.

PC straightens his path so that he flies a mere metre above
the ocean.

Rudolph reaches the same point and tries to straighten.

However, Santa's weight proves too much. Rudolph's back legs
crash into the ocean.

Rudolph kicks hard. Too hard. As he regains his balance,
Santa starts to slide off.

He reaches out and just manages to grip Rudolph's ass. Red
and white pant legs flail about in the ocean. It's what a
pebble skimming across a lake would look like if the pebble
were enormously fat and clumsy.

PC looks back and lets out a thunderous laugh.

Eventually, a soaked Santa re-mounts his reindeer.

RUDOLPH
You okay boss?

Santa tries to speak, but succeeds only in spitting out a
fish.

SANTA
Keep on him Rudolph. We can't let PC
ruin Christmas.

Santa assumes an aerodynamic position atop Rudolph. The two
fly across the ocean in pursuit of their nemesis.

PC rockets over the waves. His eyes dart about. Looks left.

Then right. A-HA! Spots what he was looking for; a small red
buoy.

PC pulls a whistle from an armor compartment and blows it.

As Rudolph follows PC's trail, a KILLER WHALE leaps out of
the Ocean. It's mouth opens wide, ready to devour it's prey.

Rudolph see the whale. Frantically tries to arc away.

SNAP! The whale's razor sharp teeth clamp down hard. On each
other.

Rudolph spirals out of control. A massive blob of red and
white fiercely rotates in the direction of a towering cliff.

CRUNCH! Rudolph spins head first into the cliff.

Nay, through the cliff!

Rudolph and Santa emerge on the other side. Santa breathes a
sigh of relief. Rudolph, his red nose filed down to a mere
red dot, looks down in shock.

RUDOLPH
The ****** will pay for that.

SANTA
He's not the only one with friends.

As Rudolph resumes the hunt, Santa pulls a device from his
jacket and hits a button.

PC slows to a saunter. Looks back and laughs. Flies past the
ocean, over a beach and into a carrot.

A big, mother****ing carrot. Despite it's size, the carrot
looks small in the paws of THE EASTER BUNNY.

Rudolph and Santa arrive at the scene. Santa dismounts. Leans
over PC's corpse and grabs his sack.

SANTA
Thanks Hef.

HEF THE EASTER BUNNY
Happy to do it Santa. You know you're
not the only one PC was gunning for.

SANTA
Sad isn't it? Thanks again for helping
us out.
(pointing to the carrot)
That big stick is amazing.

HEF THE EASTER BUNNY
(pointing to Santa's
sack)
Just make sure that's the only sack
you grab tonight, eh?

Santa laughs and mounts Rudolph. Waves to Hef as Rudolph
flies away.

Hef is joined by three small, cute bunnies. CRYSTAL, KRISTINA
and KARISSA.

HEF THE EASTER BUNNY
I don't care what the fat bastard
says. Those two are more than just
friends.

The three female bunnies giggle like schoolgirls.

HEF THE EASTER BUNNY
Come on girls. Let's see what else
this big stick can do.

FADE OUT.

[Mark Somers]

ALL WE WANT FOR CHRISTMAS


FADE IN:

INT - BEDROOM – NIGHT

The bottom bunk is a huddled mass of blankets. Lights flicker
under the covers.

INT - UNDER COVERS – NIGHT

Two boys, rosy cheeked and bundled up. TIMMY, 8, and BOBBY,
10, hunched over a portable TV.

TV ANNOUNCER
We have word that Santa has been
sighted over Seattle. Make sure--

The TV blinks off.

BOBBY
Let's go.

INT - VEHICLE – NIGHT

TIMMY
Dad's gonna be mad.

BOBBY
I don't care. We have to do this.
If it works out, Dad will thank us.

Bobby inserts the key-card into the dash. LED's illuminate,
electronics whir to life... the vehicle backs up.

TIMMY
We are gonna get in so much trouble.

EXT - SNOWY ROAD – NIGHT

Two beams spotlight the road, then waver and cut across the
field. We look up to see a HOVER-CAR fly past.

INT - HOVER-CAR – NIGHT

Timmy clutches the portable TV, watching for any updates.

BOBBY
Last year... He just ignored us.
You wanted this, more than I do.

TIMMY
Yeah... But what if—

Bobby banks the hover-car to the right and points past Timmy.

BOBBY
There he is.

The TV blinks off.

EXT - NIGHT SKY - UMM...NIGHT

The hover-car banks and barrel rolls. It levels out and
heads straight for SANTA'S SLEIGH.

The Hover-car pulls up beside the sleigh, matches its speed.
The window lowers. Timmy busts out a BULL-HORN.

TIMMY
(through bull-horn))
Santa, we need to talk to you!

Saint Nick turns to the boys, winks.

EXT - SOME ROOFTOP – NIGHT

The boys exit the vehicle. They run towards Santa.

Bobby stops short... Timmy continues, jumps up, hugs St.
Nick.

He cries into Santa's velvet jacket.

SANTA
Timmy, Bobby... What's wrong?

BOBBY
We don't want any gifts, this year.

TIMMY
(through his sniffles)
Yeah, you can have last year's
presents, too.

A tear streams down Bobby's face, as he walks closer.

BOBBY
We just--
(choking up)
We just want our Mom back.

Bobby joins the hug and buries his mug.

SANTA
I'm sorry for your loss, boys. I
really am, but I can't bring her—

BOBBY
But your Santa... You're Magical...

Santa touches his nose and winks, yet again.

SANTA
Aye, I am Magical... But even my
powers have limits.

Both boys weep. Santa embraces them, squeezing hard.

He holds each back at arm's length, looks them in the eyes.

SANTA


I have something for you, both.

He treads back to the sleigh and pulls out two small gifts.

SANTA
You can open them early. But I want
you to go straight home, first. Your
Dad must be worried sick.

Santa tosses each boy a package. The boys wipe tears away.

They come back in for one last hug.

BOBBY
Thanks Santa.

TIMMY
Thanks Santa.

SANTA
Merry Christmas, Bobby and Timmy.
Merry Chri stmas.

FADE TO BLACK

FADE IN:

INT - BEDROOM – NIGHT

The bottom bunk is a huddled mass of blankets.

Lights flicker under the covers.

INT - UNDER COVERS – NIGHT

Bobby and Timmy sit, still rosy cheeked and bundled up. This
time with tears streaming down their faces.

They each hold a HOLOGRAM BASE. A video of their Mom, playing,
wrestling and tickling the boys is displayed.

FADE OUT:

[Mark Somers]

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