Join Date: May 2005
Re: Halloween entries - 2011 challenge
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - NIGHT
Pint-sized ghosts, zombies and superheroes sprint from house
to house, dodging "For Sale" signs, as they hunt for their
next sugar fix.
Larry (37), model suburbanite sporting a Detroit Lions
jersey, huddles in a misty rain on a street corner with his
neighbor, STAN (40), a jittery, Brooklyn transplant.
It's tough right now, but things'll
get better. Give it time.
He raises a pint of schnapps.
To a new beginning.
Stan takes a swig, passes the bottle. Larry toasts.
Stan glances at his watch.
Where the hell is he?
He's always late, been that way
since we were young.
Stan's wife, FAYE (36), strolls up to the men, peeks from
under an umbrella, points a flashlight.
We're taking the kids 'round the
Stan shields his eyes from the blinding light.
Okay, dear. Uh, we're just waiting
for Tony. We'll catch up.
Faye rolls her eyes.
Bunch of kids. We got Uncle Abe's
shiva in the morning, so don't be
She ducks under the umbrella, walks away.
Stan nudges Larry.
Now there's some bad luck, poor
sonofabitch died right on
TONY (32), crewcut, goatee, tall and handsome, jogs up to
Larry and Stan.
Where the hell ya been?
Sorry, I had to give a friend a
ride home from work.
Don't you mean she rode you home
from work? When you gonna get
married, settle down?
I see your daughter's home from
Stan shoves Tony.
**** you, you pervert bastard.
Tony snatches the liquor bottle from Larry, pats him on the
Hey man, how ya been.
Damn, not gonna be the same without
you. When you leavin'?
Not sure, maybe tomorrow night if I
can get a flight.
Larry checks his watch.
Let's go, we got two minutes.
The trio joins a group of men lurking outside a tricked out
bungalow - skeletons, bloody zombies and ghosts dancing in
the light of a flickering strobe.
Tony whispers to his buddies.
Remember last year?
Yeah, best one yet. I still can't
figure out how that dude got outta
Just remember to say "treat."
Shhh, here she comes!
Tony's eyes widen, his mouth agape.
Whoa, definitely tops last year.
EXT. BUNGALOW - NIGHT
SADIE HACKETT (32), slips through the doorway, a dead ringer
for Goldie Hawn's Private Benjamin character. Her golden
tresses flow from a military cap, onto breasts barely
restrained by a skimpy camouflage halter top.
Stan and Tony squeeze their way to the front of the crowd.
She descends the porch stairs.
Fall in line, soldiers.
Her long legs scissor from under a leather miniskirt.
The men scramble into position like a bunch of schoolboys.
Stan whispers to Tony.
Reminds me of my ex.
No, that would be a blood-sucking
Sadie unsheathes a leather horsewhip, seductively slides her
hand along its length. She walks the line, inspecting her
SNAP. Stan flinches when the horsewhip smacks against his
Trick or treat, soldier?
She glares at Stan.
You sure soldier?
Uh, yes sir, uh, I mean, yes ma'am.
Sadie pulls a cigar from under her halter top, slips it into
Stan's pants pocket.
Stan exhales deeply. Sadie peers up at Tony.
What about you stretch?
Tony smiles, turns to Stan, winks.
That'll be a trick, Ma'am.
Sadie snaps the whip toward the ground.
Very well, drop down and give me
Tony drops to his knees and pounds out twenty pushups with
ease, jumps to his feet and salutes.
She flicks the whip toward the house.
Wait for me on the porch, Private.
Larry sprints toward the house.
The rest of you, fall out.
She flings open a cooler, tosses a beer can at Larry.
Happy Halloween, boys. Help
INT. BUNGALOW - NIGHT
Sadie leads Tony into the foyer. She tosses the whip onto a
table, removes her cap, gestures into the living room.
Have a seat. Would you like some
Tony takes a seat on the only piece of furniture in the room -
a Victorian sofa covered in clear plastic. Under the sofa, a
blue plastic drop cloth. He scans the barren walls.
Getting ready to redecorate?
Sadie enters with two steaming cups. She hands one to Tony,
then takes a seat next to him on the sofa. Tony gulps the
Actually, I keep it this way. Works
best for my clients.
She takes a sip from her cup. Tony leans over, slides his
hand over Sadie's breast.
Works for me, too.
Sadie places her hand on Tony's thigh.
Just a minute.
She rises, strolls to the window, pulls the blinds closed.
How's it going with Liz?
Tony swallows hard.
Sadie returns to the sofa.
I heard it's been quite a romance.
Nah, we're just friends. Damn shame
between her and Larry.
Flushed, beads of sweat forming on his brow, Tony unzips his
Hot in here.
Sadie strides to the middle of the room.
What? What's normal?
He blinks, tries to clear his head.
It's a bit uncomfortable at first.
Frothy saliva forms at the corners of Tony's mouth. The cup
slips from his hand, crashes to the floor. A wave a nausea
You ****in' bitch.
He staggers from the sofa, lunges at Sadie, but his legs turn
to jelly. He collapses on the plastic tarp, vomiting and
INT. GARAGE - NIGHT
Larry loads a heavy rolled blue tarp into the back of rented
moving van, then slides the door closed.
Tony's just booked a midnight
flight to Oregon.
She flicks on a flashlight.
SADIE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Let me see.
Larry turns. Sadie holds the light to his face....
Larry in makeup, transformed into TONY.
Sadie dabs a cottonball to blend makeup across Larry's
Larry opens the van's driver door, slides behind the wheel,
then ducks his head out the window.
Thanks for everything. Tell Liz
goodbye for me.
From Larry or Tony?
He slams the door. The van rumbles to life, rolls out of the
Nobody knows anything, and I'm nobody.
Last edited by dpaterso : 11-01-2011 at 12:43 PM.
Reason: my bad!