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    Its been suggested that those of us who made an attempt at this years Halloween contest but stumbled; contribute our stunted gympy efforts
    Yeah what the hell

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    KILLER ON THE ROAD
    
    
    
                   EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - DAWN
    
                   Macca wrappers lay sodden in the gutter.  Rain flattened, sun
                   faded, fourteen days of weather.  The lawns are long,
                   fourteen days growth.
    
                   Its deserted, post zombie, end of the world, desolate.  A
                   lone mangy dog sniffs silently amongst accumulated debris. 
                   It turns and looks, then flees - from a faint noise.  
    
                   SQUEAK-SQUEAK
    
                   Birds tweet.  No motors run, no horns toot, no airplanes, no
                   helicopters, not radios play.  
    
                   The SQUEAK-SQUEAK gets louder.
    
                   A figure appears.  He pushes a laden wheelbarrow.  Grunting
                   with effort.   
    
                   MULLER is tall, MAYBE good looking (once). His clothes are
                   filthy, hair is lank and matted and he wears about a week's
                   growth of salt and pepper beard.  Even his glasses are dirty. 
                   A dribble of thick gooey saliva hangs from the corner of his
                   mouth.
    
                   A body lolls about in the wheelbarrow - no, there's an
                   unconscious woman in the wheelbarrow, a nun.  She groans. 
                   Her eyelids flutter.
    
                                       MULLER
                             Shuddup Bitch!
    
                   Muller shakes his head violently at the words, winces and
                   squints.  He trudges on.
    
                   He reaches a corner and lowers the borrow.  Eases the cramp
                   from his fingers.  He hears a noise and wheels around.  
    
                   A shambling figure edges closer, nervously, mumbling.  A bald
                   middle aged man.
    
                   Muller shrieks!  A banshee shriek, animal, not human.  Surges
                   forwards, hands clutch the air.  Utter aggression.
    
                   The newcomer runs away, trips, falls, rises, runs again. 
                   Gone.
    
                   Muller circles the barrow.  Once, twice, three times.  Head
                   jerking, looking, a gorilla strut, territorial.  Sniffs the
                   air.  No new threats.
    
                   He reaches his destination... 
    
    
    
                   EXT. AN ASYLUM - MORNING   
    
                   Several cars are outside.  A Mercedes T-boned into a 4x4
                   Lexus.  Blood smeared inside the cracked windscreen
    
                   The woman on the wheel barrow shows increasing signs of
                   consciousness.  A slim pale hand moves to the side of her
                   head, touching a bruise there.  
    
                   Muller sets down the barrow.  Blinks, squints frowns, tries
                   to formulate a plan.  The woman opens her eyes...
    
                   He pushes her aside in the wheelbarrow, grapes around for a
                   while and pulls out a rubber mallet.  
    
                   THUD!  
    
                   She's unconscious, again.  He drops the mallet on her. 
    
                   Briefly his gaze lingers on her full breasts, her grubby top
                   is ripped and half open.  His fingers slid down briefly,
                   lingering...  Licks his lips.
    
                                       MULLER
                             No!  No!  ****ing No!  Bad!  Bad
                             man!  Stop!  Stop!  Dirty man! 
                             Wrong!  Wrong!  Wrong!
    
                   Open palm he hits forehead, repeatedly: hard.  He stops.
    
                   He wheels the barrow to the ambulance entrance.  Struggles
                   against the incline. 
    
                   He stops, breathing heavily and unclenching his fists, trying
                   to ease the cramp.  Briefly he becomes lost in thought. 
                   Again his attention is drawn to the woman.  Gaze hot and
                   heavy.  His breathing deepens.
    
                   He licks his lips.  He rubs his hands,  He leans closer.  His
                   right hand falls to the front of his trousers - rubs...
    
                                       MULLER (CONT'D)
                             No! No!  NO!!!!! Bad!  Bad! 
                             Wrong!!!  Sorry lady, sorry. 
                             Mustn't, mustn't, mustn't!
    
                   He hugs himself.  Shakes, trembles. 
    
                   He stands and grabs the barrow again.
    
    
    
                   INT. CLINIC - MOMENTS LATER
    
                   Muller wheels the barrow in.  Doors bang aside.
    
                   With difficulty he pulls the woman's body from the barrow and
                   dumps her on a gurney.  He's strong enough, but his
                   coordination is shot. 
    
                   For a long moment he just stares at her.  A tear slips from
                   one eye.  It leaves a slick trail in the grime on his face.
    
                                       MULLER
                             Sorry Lady, gotta, gotta.  Need
                             this, honest!
    
                   He inspects the apparatus beside the gurney.  Beside it are
                   hand sketched pictures, simple, basic, laminated, smeared. 
                   He runs a filthy finger along the pictures.  His lips mouth
                   the few words.
    
                                       MULLER (CONT'D)
                             Gotta do this.
    
                   Using his teeth he tears open the woman's top, shredding the
                   fabric. Again 
    
                   Confused he looks around.  He hugs himself.  Lost, afraid,
                   conflicted.  Fingers beat a tattoo on his other arm.  He
                   frets. 
    
                   His gaze falls on a knife, his fingers caress the blade.
    
                   He mock strikes, the blade millimetres from her flesh.  He
                   grins and lines up again.
    
                                       MULLER (CONT'D)
                             Huhzahhh!  No no no no... **** ****
                             ****!
    
                   Hurls the knife away.
    
                   He ties her feet together, then to the gurney.  He labours
                   over the simple buckles.  Finally tilts the gurney.  Head
                   downwards, into a medical grade stainless steel trough.
    
                   Then he looks for the knife.  The edge caresses her throat. 
                   Suddenly he jerks it across and it bites through skins and
                   flesh.  Blood spurts out.
    Last edited by Southern_land; 10-27-2015, 02:10 PM.
    I heard the starting gun


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  • #2
    Re: Halloween also rans (too late-too little)

    And the second chunk

    Code:
    
                   INT. ASYLUM SPEED SHOTS - CONTINUOUS
    
                   The woman bleeds out.  A death rattle.  She dies.  Seven
                   bloody bottles are full.  
    
                   Muller fills seven messy looking 500ml vials, dark red blood. 
                   Child-like, Muller collects them in his arms.  Dirty bloody
                   fingers clutch the grimy bottles.  
    
                   He concentrates on not dropping them, his tongue slips from
                   the corner of his mouth.
    
    
    
                   INT. LABORATORY - CONTINUOUS
    
                   Muller spills the vials onto tray, already smeared with dried
                   blood.  Carefully he pries open two vials and adds a fluid.
    
                   He places the two vial into a centrifuge.  The other five in
                   the refrigerator.
    
    
    
                   INT. CENTRIFUGE SHOTS - CONTINUOUS
    
                   The centrifuge spins.  Yellowish plasma separates from the
                   blood.  Muller stares at the apparatus with idiot intensity.
    
                   The green lights flicks to red.  The centrifuge runs down.
    
    
    
                   INT. LABORATORY - CONTINUOUS
    
                   He fits the plasma filled vials in a machine.  Parts of the
                   machine are high tech, other parts are held together with
                   gaffer tape and wire.  One part of the machine is labelled -
                   dialysis.
    
                   Muller reclines in a seat and lays his arms onto two
                   armrests.  Two tourniquets are automatically drawn tight. 
                   Muller whimpers like a child as an array of needles slide
                   into his exposed flesh.
    
                   Blood flows out crimson in the narrow plastic tubes, is
                   cleaned, some is returned.  Waste collected: a lot of waste
                   is collected.  Plasma flows in.  Blood Ying and yang,
                   balance.
    
                   TIME MOVES ON.
    
    
    
                   INT. LABORATORY - SOME TIME LATER
    
                   Muller wakes.  There is intelligence in his eyes at last.
    
                   The needles automatically withdraw.  Blood trickles down his
                   arm.  He staunches it with cotton wool.
    
                   He rises, uncertainly, unsteadily.  Beside the blood in the
                   fridge is bottled water, he empties a bottle down his throat.
    
                   He awakens the computer, checks the date and sets audio
                   record.
    
                                       MULLER
                             Thirteenth of June.  Four days
                             since my last cleanse.  I... I
                             almost didn't make it this time.
    
                   Opens one of the blood vials and puts a dab on a slide.
    
    
    
                   THROUGH THE MICROSCOPE - 
    
                   ...the blood looks terrible.  The red blood cells are stifled
                   by hairy looking grey balls twice their size.
    
                                       MULLER (V.O.)
                             Her bloods shows all the signs. 
                             She was...  It's...  it's... the...
    
    
    
                   INT. LABORATORY - CONTINUOUS
    
                   He bangs his fist into his forehead.
    
                   He runs to the computer and taps it into life again. 
                   Searches, a webpage loads.
    
                                       MULLER
                             Which one of the five is least like
                             the other four?  Snake, the others
                             are mammals.  
                             Which number should come next in
                             the series?  1 - 1 - 2 - 3 - 5 - 8 -
                             13  Answer is 21...   
                             Which one of the five choices makes
                             the best comparison?  PEACH is to
                             HCAEP as 46251 is to: Ummmm  **** I
                             know this... Ah!  15267  yeah!
    
                   The expression of happiness slides to dull confusion.
    
                                       MULLER (CONT'D)
                             Mary, is sixteen years old, is four
                             times as old as her brother. How
                             old will Mary be when she is twice
                             as old as her brother?  He will
                             be... so if he's four then...  If
                             she's ... I mean when she's, so if
                             she's sixteen now he must be... 
                             Soooooooooo.  When....  If...  
                             ****!  I USED TO HAVE A ****ING ID
                             OF 147 for Christsake!!!
    
                   He flings papers off the desk.  
    
                   Calms down.
    
                                       MULLER (CONT'D)
                             Day twenty six.  I am Doctor Wayne
                             Muller.  I am a viro-biologist.  I
                             am maybe humanity's last chance to
                             stop this blood bourne disease...
                             and I am now virtually a functional
                             idiot.  I can't even complete a
                             simple IQ test let alone get a
                             usable result.  ****!
    
                   For a moment he's silent.  Tears trickle down his face.  A
                   dirty long index finger traces a pale blue vein in his wrist
                   like a knife blade.
    
                                       MULLER (CONT'D)
                             My blood's half plasma now, I'm
                             exhausted...  No wonder I can't
                             think.
    
                   He wipes tears away.  His face hardens.  His spine
                   straightens.  He hits record again.
    
                                       MULLER (CONT'D)
                             I am Wayne Muller.  I am a viro
                             biologist.  I have diminished
                             capabilities but I am maybe
                             humanity's last chance...  I... 
                             Right now I am probably the most
                             intelligent person left on this
                             planet.  I need to produce a
                             vaccine... but I can't remember
                             how.
    
                   He stands and gazes at the equipment.  Then to the corpse,
                   pale and bloodless in the draining area.
    
                   Muller returns to the woman's body.  He hoists her off the
                   gurney and back into the wheel barrow and wheels her...
    
    
    
                   EXT. CLINIC SERVICE AREA - CONTINUOUS
    
                   He dumps her body.  Outside there are a dozen other bodies in
                   various states of decomposition.
    
                   Muller tries to ignore them, but can't stop a pained glance.
    
                   CLICK!
    
                   Muller spins.
    
                   A man watches him.
    
                   They maintain an uneasy distance.
    
                                       CYRUS
                             You're brainy, still.  You are!
    
                                       MULLER
                             You're not.
    
                                       CYRUS
                             I remember, I do, I remember...
                             fuzzy.
    
                                       MULLER
                             What did you do?
    
                                       CYRUS
                             I... I... I fixed people, cut them.
    
                                       MULLER
                             DOCTOR?  YOU WERE A ****ING DOCTOR?
    
                                       CYRUS
                             Guess, yes.
    
                                       MULLER
                             I have to make you better.
    
                                       MULLER (CONT'D)
                             I can't do it.
    
                                       CYRUS
                             What?  Kill people?
    
                                       MULLER
                             Not until I'm in that state,
                             then... its too late, a few more
                             braincells die.
    
                                       CYRUS
                             I can do it.
    Loose idea was a walking dead time TV show. "R'tards" instead of zombies and the erstwhile protag unable to get the life supporting plasma or clean blood he required until the disease overwhelmed his auto immune system again... until he found Cyrus, serial killer and man unafraid of taking blood. Meh!
    I heard the starting gun


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    • #3
      Re: Halloween also rans (too late-too little)

      Well played, Southern. Why not indeed? In my case, too much. By the time I realized, too late.

      Code:
      [b]Smoking Heart[/b] Part I
      
      OVER BLACK
      
      The sad MOAN of a lighthouse horn.
      
      
      INT. CELLAR ROOM - NIGHT
      
      Lucious scarlet lips SPIT.
      
      A tooth bounces on the floor.
      
      Pretty cheerleader STELLA is bound to a chair by her wrists 
      and ankles.
      
      She glares defiantly at her tormentors... three NUNS.
      
                            STELLA
                You girls are pussies.  That the 
                best you got?
      
      Nun #1 steps forward -- WHAM! she punches Stella hard.  
      Stella's head lolls but when it comes up again she's 
      smiling.
      
                            STELLA
                Do your worst, bitch.  All you're 
                doing is making me cum.
      
      The Nuns look at each other.  This isn't working.
      
      The door opens.  FATHER MURPHY glares at Stella.
      
                            FATHER MURPHY
                Has she given up her secrets?
      
                            NUN #1
                Not yet, Father.
      
                            FATHER MURPHY
                We can't afford to waste any more 
                time.
      
      Father Murphy takes a hip flask from his pocket and unscrews 
      the top.
      
                            STELLA
                Yeah, let's all have a drink!
      
      Nun #2 leans in close to Stella, confidential-like.
      
                            NUN #2
                Look.  We know you're tough.  We 
                know you're protecting him because 
                you love him.  But don't you see 
                how he's used you?  He's already 
                got the book.  He doesn't care 
                about you now.  He's abandoned you--
      
      Stella spits in her face!
      
                            STELLA
                When our unholy master arises we 
                shall become the whores of Satan.  
                Our path to immortality is ordained.
      
      Nun #2 wipes her face with her sleeve.
      
                            NUN #2
                Jeez Louise, no need to be rude.
      
                            FATHER MURPHY
                Step aside, Sister.
      
      Father Murphy shakes the flask so the liquid contents fall 
      on Stella, who SCREAMS and shakes her head from side to 
      side like a maniac.
      
      Before our very eyes, using the magic of film and smoke 
      effects, Stella changes from a human into horrific ZOMBIE 
      STELLA.  She grins, showing huge fangs and dribbling saliva.
      
      Nun #2 clamps her hand over her mouth, omg it's horrible.
      
                            FATHER MURPHY
                Abomination!  Your true self stands 
                revealed.
      
                            STELLA
                You like what you see, Father?  
                Step up, I'll give you a blow job.
      
      AN ALMIGHTY BANG from outside.  Nun #3 rushes to the door 
      and looks out.  SCREAMING VOICES and RAPID FOOTSTEPS get 
      louder.
      
                            NUN #3
                They've found us!
      
                            FATHER MURPHY
                The Sixth Commandment is hereby 
                suspended!  Kill the ******s!
      
      The Nuns pull out automatics and charge outside.  A VICIOUS 
      GUN BATTLE commences off camera, punctuated by screams.
      
      Father Murphy looks down at Stella.
      
                            FATHER MURPHY
                Your last chance to seek 
                forgiveness, my child.  Will you 
                tell me where he is?
      
      Stella opens her mouth wide and flickers her tongue.
      
                            STELLA
                You know you want it.
      
                            FATHER MURPHY
                May God have mercy upon your soul.
      
      Father Murphy pulls out an automatic and before Stella can 
      do anything he shoots her in the head, BAM.  Her chair 
      topples back, taking her down to the floor with it.
      
      Father Murphy spins as several blood-spattered ZOMBIE 
      CHEERLEADERS burst into the cellar and charge at him.
      
                            FATHER MURPHY
                Dear God in Heaven--
      
      CRASH CUT TO BLACK
      
      The sad MOAN of a lighthouse horn.
      
      
      EXT. CITY MORGUE - NIGHT
      
      A sign over the entrance reads:  MEAN CITY MORGUE
      
      
      INT. MORGUE CUTTING ROOM - NIGHT
      
      A body lies on the table, covered with a white sheet.  
      Judging from its outline it's a woman.
      
      DETECTIVE JERRY DONNER and MEDICAL EXAMINER BO NILES are 
      in attendance.
      
      Donner leans against the wall.  He's seen it all, nothing 
      upsets him any more.  He puts a cancer stick between his 
      lips and flicks his lighter.
      
                            NILES
                Jesus Christ Donner I told you a 
                thousand times, no smoking in here.
      
      Niles lifts the middle of the sheet so Donner can see what's 
      under there.
      
      Donner fumbles and drops his cigarette, shocked by the 
      spectacle.
      
                            NILES
                As your keen sense of observation 
                will tell you, Detective--
      
                            DONNER
                Holy ****, I could drive a 1968 
                Dodge Charger through her chest 
                cavity.  What happened, she fall 
                into industrial machinery?
      
                            NILES
                More like a surgical violation.  
                Someone took an electric saw and 
                peeled her open.  Removed her heart, 
                which is a nice touch.
      
                            DONNER
                I preferred my industrial machinery 
                theory.  Human organ black 
                marketeers, you think?
      
                            NILES
                Could be, but why didn't they take 
                her liver, kidneys and lungs, too?  
                Oh and there's this.
      
      Niles lays a ziploc bag on top of the sheet.  Donner leans 
      close.  Inside the ziploc there's a blood-soaked piece of 
      yellow paper, looks like, covered in markings.
      
                            DONNER
                Laundry list?
      
                            NILES
                I have no idea.  Rather than wasting 
                three hours waiting for you to 
                respond to my urgent call, I took 
                a pic and sent it to the criminology 
                lab.  I'm hoping they can identify 
                the language, maybe run a 
                translation.
      
                            DONNER
                ****in' lab rats, man.
      
                            NILES
                Yeah, I know, they keep screwing 
                up your cases with their damn 
                scientific evidence, it must be a 
                bitch.
      
                            DONNER
                Why's a piece of paper important?
      
                            NILES
                It was tucked into her chest cavity.  
                Maybe it's a receipt, who knows?
      
                            DONNER
                So what do you want me to do?
      
      Niles points to another table, where a leather purse lies 
      inside another ziploc bag.
      
                            NILES
                Rifle through her purse, take 
                whatever money you find, think 
                about tracking down her family, 
                her friends.  Ask them questions.  
                When did you last see her, who was 
                she with, what was she doing.  Do 
                you know anyone who would want to 
                cut her heart out.  Like that.  
                Didn't they cover this on the online 
                detective course?
      
      Donner fixes Niles with a look that should make his head 
      go boom.
      
                            DONNER
                Ten'll get you twenty it was her 
                jealous boyfriend, high on drugs.  
                Played a sex game that went wrong.
      
                            NILES
                I cannot even imagine what that 
                sex game would be.
      
                            DONNER
                You never played "doctor and nurse" 
                before?
      
                            NILES
                Not like this, no!
      
                            DONNER
                Anything happen to her down below?
      
      Donner goes to lift the sheet so he can eyeball the victim's 
      crotch but Niles slaps his hand away.
      
                            NILES
                If anything else comes up, I'll 
                let you know.
      
      
      EXT. CITY MORGUE - NIGHT
      
      Donner is about to light a cigarette--
      
      A WEREWOLF leaps at him from the shadows, howling.
      
      Donner has his gun out in a split second but the Werewolf, 
      some idiot wearing a wolf mask and furry gloves, is already 
      bounding along the street, looking for his next scare 
      victim.
      
                            WEREWOLF
                Happy Halloween, mother******!
      
                            DONNER
                *******.
      
      Donner flicks his lighter, lights his cigarette.
      
      The sad MOAN of a lighthouse horn.
      
      
      EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT
      
      Mist crawls between old tombstones.
      
      A rotating light briefly illuminates ANTON DEES, devilishly 
      handsome, wearing an expensive suit.
      
      Dees opens the big leather-bound book he's carrying and 
      turns the ornately decorated pages.
      
                            DEES
                It is time to summon our dark master 
                to this world.
      
      ZOMBIE CHEERLEADERS converge from all directions and form 
      a circle around Dees.
      
                            DEES
                Bring forth the blood of a virgin.
      
      He gives the cheerleaders a stern look.
      
                            DEES
                I was tres disappointed that none 
                of you ladies could provide this 
                essential item, by the way.
      
      The cheerleaders all look kinda embarrassed.
      
      One cheerleader steps forward and holds a human heart over 
      the book.  She squeezes it.  Blood dribbles out, onto the 
      pages.
      
      STOCK FOOTAGE - CLOUDS RUSH PAST A FULL MOON.
      
                            DEES
                All Hallow's Eve.  When the barriers 
                between realms become thin mist, 
                when forbidden bridges may be 
                crossed.  Arise, our fetid master.  
                Enter our world and receive our 
                worship.
      
      He places the book on the ground, with the bloody heart on 
      top, and steps back so he's with the cheerleaders.
      
      Smoke rises from the book pages!
      
      Dees is delighted by this.
      
                            DEES
                I knew it would work!  I knew it!  
                All those years crawling through 
                catacombs like Indiana Jones, 
                fighting off giant rats and spiders.  
                Totally worth it.
      
      
      INT. DONNER'S CAR (MOVING) - NIGHT
      
      Donner's phone rings, he answers while driving, this is 
      illegal but **** it, he's a cop who lives by his own rules.
      
                            DONNER
                Hey.
      
      INTERCUT with Niles in the morgue, at a computer.
      
                            NILES
                Got a reply from the lab.  It's 
                old Carpathian.
      
                            DONNER
                Be good if I knew what that meant.
      
                            NILES
                Think Eastern Europe, several 
                centuries ago.  Someone ripped a 
                page out of a book that must be 
                worth a fortune to any antiques 
                dealer, and stuffed it into the 
                cadaver after they removed the 
                heart.  Why?
      
                            DONNER
                Because they're ****in' nuts?
      
                            NILES
                The page details some kind of, I 
                don't know, a religious ceremony, 
                I suppose you'd call it.  Not the 
                kind the church likes to advertise.  
                Something forbidden.  It comes 
                with a really impressive warning.
      
                            DONNER
                Uh-huh.  You're killin' me here, 
                Bo.  Talk sense.
      
                            NILES
                Okay, this ceremony, if I'm 
                understanding it right, and I hope 
                to God I'm not, it involves a 
                sacrifice, a blood sacrifice, 
                someone has to die.
      
                            DONNER
                You're telling me you think some 
                nutjob killed that stiff on the 
                table--
      
                            NILES
                I know it sounds insane but, you 
                know, I'm looking at this and I'm 
                thinking, what if, what if whoever 
                killed her, and cut out her heart, 
                what if they were following these 
                instructions?  You know how crazy 
                people become around Halloween.
      
                            DONNER
                Is that even a thing?  Do more 
                people die horrible deaths around 
                Halloween?
      
                            NILES
                Well, it's been my experience--
      
                            DONNER
                What can you tell me, Bo?  I need 
                something useful.
      
                            NILES
                A place of the dead.  That's what 
                it says.  I think.  The translation 
                is kind of loose.
      
                            DONNER
                No kidding, it's as loose as my ex-
                wife's silk panties.
      
      Donner's headlights illuminate a sign,
      
      MEAN CITY CEMETERY
      NEXT RIGHT
      
                            DONNER
                Lemme check something out.  I'll 
                call you back.
      
      Donner hangs up.
      
      
      EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
      
      Donner's car approaches... slows... takes a turn into a 
      side road.
      
      
      INT. DONNER'S CAR (MOVING) - NIGHT
      
      Donner's headlights illuminate another sign,
      
      WELCOME TO MEAN CITY CEMETERY
      
                            DONNER
                A place of the dead... 
      
      
      EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT
      
      The lighthouse horn MOANS again.
      
                            DEES
                I really wish someone would turn 
                that dreadful noise off!
      
      Thicker smoke rises from the book lying on the ground.  
      Sparks of light appear.
      
      Dees signals to a cheerleader, she brings a cushion which 
      she places on the ground.  Dees kneels down on this.  He 
      raises his hands above his head in worship and bows.
      
                            DEES
                Hail to thee, dark lord!  Step 
                forth and bring chaos to our world!
      
      Donner steps out from between tombstones, his gun ready.
      
      Dees freezes with his hands in the air as if he's 
      surrendering.
      
                            DONNER
                That's exactly where I want you, 
                pal.  If you move, I will shoot 
                you in the face.

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      • #4
        Re: Halloween also rans (too late-too little)

        Code:
        [b]Smoking Heart[/b] Part II
        
        Dees just smiles.
        
        Donner becomes aware of something happening nearby.  He 
        slowly turns his head and looks.
        
        A sinister demon figure with horns stands over the glowing 
        book.  It stares at Donner with glowing eyes and grins.
        
                              DONNER
                  Nice costume, d!ckhead.  Hands up 
                  or I'll shoot.
        
                              DEES
                  Fool, you cannot harm our dark 
                  master.
        
        Dees signals to the zombie cheerleaders.  Kill him!
        
        The cheerleaders advance on Donner, all fangs and claws.
        
                              DONNER
                  Hold it right there.  You ladies 
                  so much as...
        
        Donner examines the cheerleaders more closely... and has a 
        moment of realization.  ****.
        
                              DONNER
                  I said hold it!
        
        They ignore him and keep advancing.  Donner hesitates, 
        unable to shoot.  They grapple with him, he struggles to 
        break free.
        
        The lighthouse horn MOANS again and the powerful light 
        sweeps across the cemetery, it illuminates the horned demon 
        who shields his eyes, repulsed by the light.
        
        With a ROAR, Donner breaks free of the cheerleader horde 
        and dives for the book.  Ends up on the ground, just out 
        of reach.
        
        The demon looks down at him.  Grins hugely.  Reaches for 
        him with a nasty claw.
        
        Donner flicks his lighter and chucks it at the book, which 
        IGNITES SPECTACULARLY.
        
        The demon screams and swells and pops like a balloon.
        
        Silence.  Broken by the MOAN of the lighthouse horn.
        
        Dees stares despondently at the book as it burns to ash.
        
                              DEES
                  Oh no.  Oh, no.
        
        The zombie cheerleaders are human again.  They look at 
        each other, confused.  Where are we, what happened?
        
        Donner pushes himself up.  Dusts himself down.
        
                              DONNER
                  That went well.
        
        He shows his badge to everyone.
        
                              DONNER
                  Anybody want to spend a night in 
                  the cells?  No?  Then beat it.
        
        The cheerleaders run off into the night.
        
        Dees gets up off the cushion.
        
                              DONNER
                  Not you.
        
                              DEES
                  Exactly what are you going to charge 
                  me with, officer?
        
        Donner gives the smoking heart a tap with his shoe.
        
                              DONNER
                  We got a stiff in the morgue that's 
                  missing one of those.  Let's start 
                  with Murder One.
        
        Donner lights a smoke.
        
                              DONNER
                  Car's that way.  Move it.
        
                              DEES
                  I hope you're not going to smoke 
                  in the car.
        
                              DONNER
                  Oh boy, am I.
        
        They trudge off camera.  Hold on the smoking heart.
        
        The heart pulses!  BAH-DUMP.
        
        FADE OUT

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        • #5
          Re: Halloween also rans (too late-too little)

          This would have been Kathy C's entry, alas it went to the wrong address and we didn't find out in time.

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          [b]Spider Gates[/b]
          
          FADE IN:
          
          EXT. DUSTY ROAD - LEICESTER MASSACHUSETTS - NIGHT
          
          A rusted out, Hooptie rollin' - tail pipe draggin', 1968
          Dodge, pulls up in front of a cemetery with gates shaped like spiders.
          
          Headlights shine on a sign at the entrance that reads: SPIDER GATES LEICESTER MASSACHUSETTS.
          
          Underneath in smaller print: NO ENTRANCE AFTER DARK.
          
          Out of the car, teenagers emerge and look around. BOBBY,
          football team captain, young god handsome, golden hair, blue
          eyes, is the driver. From the passengers side, SAMANTHA, his
          date, a pert, blonde cheerleader, with the best nose and
          enhanced frontal assets a daddy could buy.
          
          From the back seat, come Bobby's buddies, JASON and MIKE.
          Bookends, one skinny tall, the other linebacker heavy,
          neither one ever quite got rid of that acne.
          
                               BOBBY
                     So Jason, this it? Doesn't look
                     like a big deal to me.
          
                               JASON
                     Ya. This girl that came into the
                     Burger Palace said this place is
                     wicked haunted Bro.
          
                               MIKE
                     Well let's hope the cops don't show
                     up.
          
          Bobby cocks his head at them with a "get lost over there"
          motion. Samantha looks at him and Bobby stops and smiles.
          Jason and Mike get the message.
          
                               JASON
                     Umm... ah... I think I gotta take a
                     piss. Me and Mike will be over
                     there. Somewhere.
          
          Motions to Mike and thumbs toward the bushes.
          
                               SAMANTHA
                     Whatever. I'm getting back in the
                     car. It's cold. Can't believe you
                     dragged me out here for this
                     bullshit, Bobby.
          
          
          INT. HOOPTIE CAR - NIGHT
          
          They get back in the car. Bobby reaches for Samantha. Tries
          to pull her close and nuzzles her neck... pulls on her low
          cut blouse.
          
          She pushes him away. Shrugs, crosses her arms, petulant.
          
                              BOBBY
                    Samantha baby! What's the problem?
                    It's Halloween. Thought you'd like
                    it out here.
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    The problem? You drag me out here
                    with those two ass clowns in tow.
                    Thought you wanted to spend time
                    with me.
          
                              BOBBY
                    I do baby. (tries to nuzzle her
                    neck again)
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    And this is your idea of romantic?
                    A cemetery?
          
                              BOBBY
                    Not just any cemetery, Sammy, this
                    is the famous Spider Gates. It's
                    certified haunted. Thought it might
                    have like... atmosphere.
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    Really? Atmosphere? And who
                    certified it? Some nit-wit at the
                    Burger Palace?
          
          A BREEZE comes up outside the car. LEAVES RUSTLE and roll
          across the graves. THUNDER rolls in the distance.
          
          Samantha watching from the open window, pulls her sweater
          closer around her. Shivers. Rolls up the window a little.
          Looks at Bobby with the faintest touch of apprehension.
          
                              SAMANTHA (CONT'D)
                    You think it's safe out here? I've
                    heard stories about murders.
          
          Bobby pulls her in closer again and rubs her arms.
          
                              BOBBY
                    Course it is Sammy baby. All that
                    stuff about the Bloody Claw is just
                    a legend.
          
          She looks at him nervous and then moves a little closer.
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    Bloody Claw?
          
                              BOBBY
                    Ya. There was this dude named Nate
                    Smith. He was born here in 17.. I
                    don't know... somethin'. Joined up
                    in the Revolution. British
                    cannonball blew Nate's hand off at
                    Bunker Hill.
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    Got his hand blown off?
          
                               BOBBY
                    Yup. Clean off. So they make him
                    this pewter claw with little curved
                    hooks for fingers. He could rip the
                    throats right outta them Brits with
                    one swipe.
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    Eeeew!
          
                              BOBBY
                    Story goes, he loved a girl named
                    Becky. A no good tavern wench.
                    Married him for his soldiers pay,
                    then carried on with any drunkard
                    that would give her a coin at the
                    tavern.
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    What kind of major ho-bag does that
                    to a Vet?
          
                              BOBBY
                    So Ole Nate, finally gets a leave.
                    Comes home on All Hallows Eve to
                    see her and finds her in bed with
                    another man. Goes BATSHIT crazy.
          
          He stops to let the tension mount.
          
                              BOBBY (CONT'D)
          
                    And he claws out their throats with
                    his metal claw. Towns folk found
                    him crazy and crying over Becca's
                    body. Knowing he's done murder,
                    they bring him out here to Spider
                    Gates and hang him from that
                    tree... right over there!
          
          Bobby points out of the windshield at a tree by wall of the
          cemetery.
          
          TWO SCREAMING BODIES, LAND WRITHING, on top of the windshield
          right where he's pointing.
          
          
          EXT. HOOPTIE CAR - NIGHT
          
          Samantha SCREAMS and jumps out of the car and starts to run.
          
          She hears them all LAUGHING and turns around realizing it's
          just Jason and Mike.
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    You *******S!
          
          She swats at them with her purse.
          
          They get back in. DOORS SLAM. The guys holding their sides
          LAUGHING. She's still fuming, embarrassed.
          
          
          BACK INSIDE CAR
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    Not funny you idiots.
          
                              JASON
                    Can't believe you bought it.
          
                              MIKE
                    That was great!
          
          They quiet down for a minute. The wind picks up outside
          again.
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    So what's the rest of the story?
          
                              BOBBY
                        (still chuckling)
                    The rest of the story? Oh ya.
          
          Composes himself.
          
                              BOBBY (CONT'D)
                    Well the townsfolk buried him
                    outside this cemetery by the side
                    of the road near that tree. Outside
                    of the grace of God because of his
                    sin. And on All Hallows Eve, he
                    comes back.
          
                               SAMANTHA
                    Back?
          
                              BOBBY
                    Ya. Seems Nate was kind of pissed
                    about that no trial thing. So he
                    seeks revenge on the people of
                    Leicester for his hanging. His
                    victims been found out here their
                    throats clawed out. But they NEVER
                    FIND THE CLAW!
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    Hmmm. And this was... what? Your
                    idea of a romantic evening? Wow.
                    Thank you Stephen King.
          
          From the backseat.
          
                              JASON
                    Ya. Blood must feed the claw!!!
          
                              MIKE
                    Boo- Hoo- Hooooo!
          
          They sit for a moment. Sipping on beers. Then a TWIG SNAPS.
          
          They all look at each other and look out the windows.
          
                              BOBBY
                    Don't be silly. Any of ya. It's
                    nothin'.
          
          Another SNAP! A shadow crosses the front of the windshield.
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    What was that?
          
          
          EXT. BACK OF CAR
          
          The THUNDER a little closer now. A FLASH of lightening
          illuminates the license plate.
          
          A mist rolls in around the bottom of the car and rises slowly
          to cover to cover the windows while the kids look out wide
          eyed.
          
          BACK TO SCENE INSIDE CAR
          
          A SCRAPING sound on the trunk. The car suddenly ROCKS side to
          side. They all SCREAM!
          
                              SAMANTHA
                    Is this some more **** you guys are
                    pulling? Because it's not...
          
          A claw dripping blood, suddenly SLAMS and SCRAAAPES down the
          side of Samantha's window. Hooks into her partially opened
          window, reaches in and CLAWS her shoulder. Then pulls out and
          grabs the door handle when she pulls away.
          
          They all SCREAM in panic.
          
                              JASON
                    What the **** man! Get outta here.
          
          Bobby in shock at first... the CAR RUMBLES as he starts it.
          Puts it in gear. TIRES SQUEAL scrubbing out down the dirt
          road. Sheer panic in the car.
          
                              JASON AND MIKE
                    Holy **** man! Get us out of here!
          
          Samantha, CRYING, covers her wound with her shirt. Bobby
          looks over at her.
          
                              BOBBY
                    We'll get help. God! I'm so sorry
                    Sam. What the **** was that?
          
          
          SERIES OF SHOTS
          
          The Hooptie speeds off down the dark stormy road away from
          the mist. The rain is falling now. They make it to the
          highway and barrel-ass toward town.
          
          They race by a COP parked behind a tree. Cruiser lights come
          on and SIREN WAILS as he pulls out chasing them.
          
          The kids pull over and stop. The cop, stops behind them, gets
          out.
          
          His FLASHLIGHT CLICKS on. JACK BOOTS CRUNCH gravel as he
          approaches the car. Flashlight shines on the license plate.
          
          A SCRAPING SOUND makes him move over toward passenger side.
          He shines the flashlight... then stops. The cops face
          registers the shock of what he sees.
          
          Cop turns and walks quickly around to drivers side. Leans
          into the open window.
          
          
          INT. HOOPTIE CAR - NIGHT
          
                              BOBBY
                    Officer. Thank God you're here. My
                    girlfriend's been hurt...
          
                              COP
                        (cuts him off)
                    I want you kids out of the car now!
          
          The boys emerge out the drivers side doors. Samantha reaches
          for her door handle.
          
                              COP (CONT'D)
                    Not you Miss. I want you to come
                    out this way.
          
          She lets go of the handle.
          
          
          EXT. DUSTY ROAD - NIGHT
          
          The boys are out now, standing near the back of the car. The
          cop looks at them and quickly turns back to car to face
          Samantha. Around their feet the mist rises slowly.
          
                              COP
                    Miss... come out this way.
          
          POV
          
          Back of Samantha's head through the drivers side window as
          she moves toward cop.
          
          PULL BACK to show what the cop saw... the bloody hook hanging
          off the drivers side door. The hook wobbles and falls off.
          
          BACK TO SCENE
          
          A SOFT METALLIC SOUND... like a knife cutting through raw
          meat... briefly makes the cop look over his right shoulder.
          He can no longer see the boys in the mist. He reaches into
          the car again.
          
                              COP (CONT'D)
                    Miss! This way quickly!
          
          As Samantha moves toward the door, the cop is snatched up
          into the air... then O.S. SCREAMING.
          
          Samantha tries to pull back into the car SCREAMS as a claw,
          dripping blood, attached to a tattered 18th century sleeve,
          hooks into her leg and SLOWLY drags her terrified to the
          door.
          
          
          EXT. DUSTY ROAD - EARLY NEXT MORNING
          
          Multiple cruisers, ambulances to transport the dead are at
          the previous nights scene. CAPT. JONES surveys the carnage as
          workers in white jumps suits and blue gloves load the bodies
          into bags. Another COP, whose name tag reads JOHNSON,
          approaches him.
          
                              COP JOHNSON
                    Captain Jones? I looked sir. He
                    didn't even get a chance to unhook
                    the holster to grab his gun. What
                    is this... some kind of serial
                    killer?
          
                              CAPT. JONES
                    Every time it happens, we've never
                    been able to get a solid clue as to
                    who is. Girls' father called it in
                    when she didn't come home. Never
                    even got a radio call from the
                    officer.
          
                              COP JOHNSON
                    Must have all gone down too fast.
                    Don't know what else we can do to
                    keep people away from here.
          
                              CAPT. JONES
                    Well. Better go deliver the news.
          
          As they walk toward the cruisers, their voices fade to
          MURMURS and images blur. Across the road at the base of the
          Hanging Tree, a few LEAVES RUSTLE and BLOW over to reveal the
          single hooked tip of the bloody claw receding slowly into the
          ground.
          
          SIGN OVER BLACK:
          
          UNTIL NEXT TIME
          
                                                          FADE OUT.

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          • #6
            Re: Halloween also rans (too late-too little)

            I think this spill-over idea has worked out quite well. I was unable to vote this time so have all of the entries to read.

            Life denied me the time to get a wholesome read-through in. I'll undertake one in spare moments.
            Forthcoming: The Annual, "I JUST GOT DUMPED" Valentine's Short Screenplay Writing Competition. Keep an eye on Writing Exercises.

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