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    Ghosts and Demons

    Let Slip the Dogs of War

    Summer Daze

    Killer Tower

    Dogtown

    Jacob's Point

    A Deep Sleep

    Dog Day of Summer



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    Re: Entries - Dog Days of Summer

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    [B]Ghosts and Demons[/B]
    
    
                   EXT. DERELICT HOUSE -- DAY 
    
                   Squatting on a hill, the once grand house broods over the 
                   small town.  Surrounded by overgrowth, brush and brambles, 
                   it's shadowy dark, like a piece of eternal night, even on 
                   this sunny day.
    
                   INT. HALLWAY -- DAY 
    
                   A domain of demons.  Clunks and creaks, dusty floors and 
                   doors that swing open or close on their own. Translucent 
                   shapes that form and vanish. 
    
                   Only evil, demented, foolish or desperate people would stay 
                   here.
    
                   INT. BEDROOM -- DAY 
    
                   A fifteen-year-old girl sleeps fitfully on a large bed.  
                   Dressed for school, in jeans, tennis shoes and a sweater. 
                   She hugs her book bag, for protection, while she sleeps. 
    
                   JILL MACLEAN isn't evil, demented or a fool. 
    
                   EDDIE HERZOG isn't either, but he is dead. He's a huge, 
                   shirtless ghost with gaping wounds in his chest, who might 
                   be forty if he was flesh and bone, but since he's a dim, 
                   blue glow, it's anyone's guess. 
    
                   Arms crossed, he stands near the foot of the bed and watches 
                   over the sleeping girl. 
    
                   Slithering, hissing, scraping sounds are heard from outside 
                   the room -- the ghost is instantly alert, leaving the bedroom, 
                   by walking through a wall. 
    
                   As the girl sleeps -- a large snake slithers toward the bed 
                   and twists around the bedpost, climbing up on the bed. 
    
                   It pauses, for a moment, than transforms, quickly, into a 
                   vile, small crippled DEMON, with short, squat, legs and huge 
                   bulging eyes. 
    
                   It tests the air with it's snake tongue, keeping it's eyes 
                   on the girl. A crooked-bladed dagger forms in it's hand, it 
                   pulls it's arm back --
    
                   -- the girl jerks awake, and screams. Backs away, but the 
                   creature is greased-lightning quick. It stabs with the dagger 
                   but hits the book bag. It lunges again -- this time stopped 
                   in mid air --
    
                   a huge fist completely surrounds it's neck. It flails and 
                   gurgles, hisses, screams and shrieks -- rapidly transforming, 
                   into different creatures, an eagle, wildcat, gargoyle, snake 
                   and every nightmares in between. 
    
                   Finally spent, it's the demon again, gurgling and trying 
                   desperately to free itself from the huge mans throttling 
                   hold -- clawing the hand on its neck. 
    
                   The girl, still on the bed, watches in wide-eyed shock as 
                   the demon glows a bright red and the ghost a bright blue. 
    
                   Backing away from the bed, the ghost comes to an empty part 
                   of the room and opens a large, iron door, that's not in the 
                   floor. 
    
                   Heat, sulfur, flickering firelight, loud moans and tormented 
                   screams fill the bedroom.  The demon doubles its effort to 
                   free itself, wailing and screaming in pain --
    
                   -- the ghost flings him through the door, like he's no more 
                   than a rag doll -- slamming the door shut. 
    
                   And the door that's not there is not there again. Just old 
                   oak floorboards of an old bedroom. 
    
                   The girl slides back to the bed's headboard, sits up against 
                   it, hugs her knees to her chest and tries not to believe 
                   what she just saw with own two eyes. 
    
                   The ghost watches her and dims -- as fierce and powerful as 
                   he was a minute ago, he now seems confused -- unsure of 
                   himself -- uncomfortable. 
    
                   A moment later, the girl starts to cry quietly. 
    
                   He slowly moves by her, tries unsuccessfully to look 
                   nonmenacing and slowly reaches out to her hand --
    
                   -- but his ghost hand has no more substance than air and 
                   that makes him sad. 
    
                   After awhile she daubs her tears with the sleeves of her 
                   sweater and takes a long look at the ghost. 
    
                                         JILL
                             Who are you? 
    
                   The ghost can't talk -- he points to his mouth and shrugs -- 
                   then gets an idea and points to the top of a dresser. 
    
                   The girls gets up and checks.  A framed picture, covered in 
                   dust -
    
                   -- she blows the dust off. Sees the house, when it was 
                   livable, the huge man standing in front, smiling, his arm 
                   around a beautiful woman. In front, a seven-year-old girl. 
    
                                         JILL
                             Your family. 
    
                   But when she looks up, the ghost has faded away.
    
                   INT. KITCHEN -- NEXT DAY 
    
                   Jill has found a gas lantern and searches for food. The 
                   cupboards are bare and she is hungry.  The kitchen is large 
                   with dusty floors --
    
                   -- except near the basement door -- from that door to the 
                   door that leads outside, the dust is disturbed -- a path. 
    
                   The hair raises on the nape of her neck -- ghost don't make 
                   paths.  She's fifteen and hungry so she opens the basement 
                   door and goes down the steps.
    
                   INT. BASEMENT -- DAY 
    
                   Mostly dust and mildew and old, forgotten things, that look 
                   creepy in the shadows from the lantern. A washer and dryer, 
                   a freezer, some shelves with tools -- no canned or jarred 
                   food. 
    
                   On the other side of the room is another door. She seems 
                   uncomfortable and heads back to the steps, then turns --
    
                   -- what's behind that door?  
    
                   She goes to it. When she opens it, she's nearly blinded by 
                   the light -- there's uncovered windows high up on the walls. 
    
                   The room isn't large and it isn't clean, but it's mostly 
                   dust free and someone lives in it. 
    
                   She jumps back away from the door, into the darkness and 
                   listens. 
    
                   Nothing. 
    
                   She enters. In one corner an army cot, in another, makeshift 
                   shelves with canned food and crackers. Stacked against a 
                   wall, a flashlight, some batteries and a small radio. 
    
                   She grabs a box of crackers and a can of beans -- 
    
                   -- then notices the small table, stacked with souvenirs.
    
                   Not the nice kind. These are the souvenirs of a sick and 
                   depraved human being. 
    
                   Bits of jewelry, parts of clothing, crime scene photographs 
                   of gashing wounds and dismembered people -- and newspaper 
                   articles.  Dozens of them. 
    
                   Now forgotten, Jill drops the crackers and the beans and 
                   leafs through the articles and looks at pictures of ruined 
                   lives --
    
                   -- one article shows the ghost and his family, the same 
                   picture from the dresser.  The headline -- "Family Murdered!"  
                   A picture of the suspect, an escaped murderer and rapist, a 
                   repulsive, vile man, in his fifties, named BART LURCH. 
    
                   She hears a door open and close, upstairs -- 
    
                   -- runs from the deviates room, searches the tool shelf -- 
                   finds a large pipe wrench and runs to the stairs. 
    
                   Too late. Bart is on his way down. 
    
                   For a moment they stop and stare at each other. Then the 
                   pervert leers at her. 
    
                                         BART
                             Well hello, sweet thing --
    
                   She hits with the pipe wrench, as hard as she can, knocking 
                   him off the stairs --
    
                   Fast as lightning she's out of the room.
    
                   INT. BEDROOM -- DAY 
    
                   Jill is back on the bed, hugging her knees again, when the 
                   ghost reappears.  
    
                   This time he's agitated, flailing his arms, trying to get 
                   her to run away. She closes her eyes and hides behind her 
                   book bag.
    
                   INT. BASEMENT -- DAY 
    
                   Bart groans, feels his jaw, wipes away blood and rousts 
                   himself up from the floor.  He leers -- obviously enjoying 
                   the hunt. 
    
                                         BART
                             I'm counting to a hundred.
    
                   INT. BEDROOM -- DAY 
    
                   Jill can hear Bart getting nearer --
    
                   -- he's in the kitchen, the living room, he's climbing the 
                   steps --
    
                                         BART (O.S.)
                             Ready or not, here I come. 
    
                   The ghost gets brighter --doing anything to alert Jill. 
                   Finally something works, she opens her eyes -- jumps up --
    
                   -- grabs the pipe wrench and stands by the door. 
    
                   The ghost smiles and shakes his head -- "NO". 
    
                   She's confused when he points to the floor between the bed 
                   and the dresser. 
    
                   But he points "harder", and she runs over to him. 
    
                   Bart has reached the top of the stairs and walks down the 
                   long hallway.  Her tracks are obvious to him in the dust. 
    
                                         BART (O.S.)
                             Ready?  -- Sweet thing?  
    
                   A loose floorboard, something underneath wrapped in cloth -- 
                   a six-shooter, pistol. 
    
                   She grabs it and tries to **** the hammer -- it won't budge. 
    
                   Bart is at the door, but in no hurry.  He sees a girl, scared 
                   and trying to hide on the floor -- and enjoys himself. 
    
                   The ghost puts his finger on the safety and makes the motion 
                   for unlocking it.  Jill unlocks the safety and cocks the 
                   hammer. 
    
                   Bart notices the pistol and rushes her -- 
    
                   -- she FIRES the gun. Hits him in the shoulder. For a moment 
                   he's stunned. 
    
                                         BART
                             You bitch!  You shot me!  
    
                   With a grimace on his ugly face he comes at her -- no games 
                   this time. 
    
                   She FIRES again -- this time she hits his heart.
    
                   In shock he still tries to lunge at her --
    
                   -- she FIRES the last four bullets -- three more in the chest 
                   and one in the head. 
    
                   Finally, Bart drops to the floor. 
    
                   She keeps pulling the trigger, until the ghost puts his hand 
                   in front of the pistol. 
    
                   Once again she has tears in her eyes and once again he can't 
                   comfort her. 
    
                   Then --
    
                   Bart starts to glow red -- his dead body shimmering --
    
                   There's a huge smile on the ghosts face, but not a nice one. 
    
                   The Demon/Bart is even uglier than the Human/Bart and as it 
                   rises, it melts away the flesh to white ash. 
    
                   It leers at Jill, unaware of the ghost. 
    
                                         BART
                             (CONT'D) 
    
                   Thought you were done with --
    
                   A huge, blue, glowing fist throttles the demon and holds it 
                   like a vise while it thrashes and screams. 
    
                   Backing away from the bed, the ghost comes to an empty part 
                   of the room and opens a large, iron door, that's not there... 
    
                                                                     FADE OUT. 
    
                   THE END

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          Re: Entries - Dog Days of Summer

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          [B]Summer Daze[/B]  ( 1 of 2 )
          
                          
          
                         EXT.  HOUSE-NIGHT
          
                         As we slowly FADE IN, muffled sounds of a life or death 
                         struggle from some kind of animal, along with sounds of 
                         chains, and wood being ripped apart, accompany the now full 
                         visual of- 
          
                         A dog fighting to tear his chain out from a rotten doghouse, 
                         in the backyard of a rotting clapboard house.  Yellow bulb 
                         hangs over back door.  Fenced backyard.  House is crammed 
                         between other small clapboard houses.  Broken down cars and 
                         trucks sit like southern lawn sculptures in grown-over yards.
          
                         Dogs bark like they're singing in harmony to Springsteen's 
                         "Johnny 99.-  "Well dog warden I do believe I'd be better 
                         off dead.  And if you could take a dog's life for the thoughts 
                         that's in his head...- 
          
                         A young man with the name BOBBY DAZE on his work shirt, looks 
                         like he is drunk--and when drunk is probably a jackass, you 
                         can just tell--opens his backdoor and yells at his dog.  
                         Then he throws something at the dog, or did he?  The dog 
                         quits biting the doghouse and scurries inside it.
          
                                               BOBBY
                                   Shut up DOG or you're gonna go back 
                                   on the short chain!
          
                         DOG stares at him from the darkness.  His tail has no wag 
                         left in it for his owner.
          
                         BOBBY takes a long drink from his bottle of beer.  Belches. 
                         Spits. Wipes his mouth.  Throws the empty at the dog house.  
                         Staggers back inside.
          
                         DOG sticks his head out into the night, cautiously checks 
                         his empty food dish, then runs full-blast to one side of the 
                         fence.  The chain tears away from his doghouse.  A neighbor 
                         dog, a HUGE STRANGELOOKING DOG, comes over.  They begin 
                         growling nicely to each other.  Tails wag.  They're buddies.
          
                         CUT to the film, THE GREAT ESCAPE 
          
                         STEVE MCQUEEN is telling his superiors the escape he is 
                         planning to make.
          
                         CUT to the BACKYARD.
          
                         The HUGE STRANGE-LOOKING DOG nods and smiles.  A terrible 
                         argument between a man and a woman comes from inside the 
                         house.  Through the window, DOG sees BOBBY DAZE yelling at 
                         his girlfriend.  She is backing up from him, afraid.
          
                         DOG runs to the other side of the fenced yard and begins 
                         growling and conferring with a TERRIER.
          
                         CUT to THE GREAT ESCAPE, and the scene where Charles Bronson 
                         is starting to dig the escape hole.
          
                         CUT to the BACKYARD.
          
                         TERRIER stares at DOG.  DOG nods.  DOG jumps over a broken 
                         part of the fence into the TERRIER's yard.  TERRIER jumps 
                         onto one end of a seesaw.  DOG leaps onto the other end, 
                         sending TERRIER over the fence.  TERRIER is now in DOG's 
                         backyard.  DOG leaps back over the fence.
          
                         DOG and TERRIER now begin digging on other side of the fence, 
                         as HUGE STRANGE-LOOKING DOG digs on the other side.
          
                         HUGE STRANGE-LOOKING DOG finally is able to just barely make 
                         it from under the fence.
          
                         CUT TO THE GREAT ESCAPE SCENE where McQueen emerges from the 
                         hole, short of the forest.
          
                         CUT TO THE BACKYARD.
          
                         The three dogs stare inside at the house, where the BOBBY 
                         DAZE is still yelling.  HUGE STRANGELOOKING DOG suddenly 
                         takes off in a sprint and jumps through the screen door.  
                         DOG and TERRRIER are right behind him.
          
                         INSIDE.  HOUSE--NIGHT
          
                         The three dogs have BOBBY DAZE pinned in a corner of his 
                         kitchen.  He is yelling at the dogs, but the louder he yells, 
                         the more they growl and bark.  His girlfriend makes a break 
                         for the front door and is gone into the night.  The dogs 
                         follow, but not before briefly TERRIER attacks BOBBY DAZE's 
                         ankle.
          
                         INSIDE.  DOG POUND--DAYBREAK The three dogs are in the 
                         slammer, each in a separate small cage.
          
                         AT THE FRONT DESK
          
                         BOBBY DAZE stands at a counter.  He's pale.  His hands shake.
          
                                               WOMAN WORKING THE FRONT DESK
                                   What's the dog's name again?
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   Dog Daze.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   And you live in Summer?
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   Already told you.  Dog Daze of Summer 
                                   is in here.  You all called me from 
                                   the number on his collar.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   What does he look like?
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   His fur is brown and black and white.  
                                   Has a big head and a skinny body.  
                                   His collar says DOG DAZE.
          
                         The WOMAN scans a log-in book and shakes her head.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   Don't see anything like that.  We'll 
                                   take a look.  Is it a him or a her?
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   A him.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   So he ran away last night?
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   Yeah.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   He run away much?
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   Yeah.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   Why does he do that...you think?
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   How the hell should I know.
          
                         The WOMAN studies him.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   How much is it gonna be to bail him 
                                   out of here.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   Twenty-five dollars.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   It was twenty last year.  Jesus, I 
                                   ain't got twenty-five dollars right 
                                   now.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   We'll send you a bill.  If you don't 
                                   pay it within 60 days the town will 
                                   turn your water off until it is paid.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   Be nice to live somewhere someday 
                                   where the damn government ain't out 
                                   to screw you every time you turn 
                                   around.  Turn my water off over my 
                                   dog running away.  What the ****.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   Please watch your language.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   You gonna turn my water off for that, 
                                   too, if I don't?
          
                         The woman blows out a deep breath and looks up at a clock on 
                         the wall.  It is only 7:05 am and by her look, this day is 
                         already starting off shitty.  Mighty shitty.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   Follow me.
          
                         BOBBY DAZE follows the woman into a cavernous room which 
                         houses all kids of dogs and cats and a few varmints of 
                         different varieties.  There are no windows and only two low-
                         wattage bulbs provide light.  He looks around, unsure of 
                         what is all around him.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   Stinks like hell in here.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   At least it doesn't smell like stale 
                                   beer, vomit and cigarettes.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   I don't like your attitude, lady.  I 
                                   pay your goddamn salary.  I believe 
                                   I'm gonna head to the town office 
                                   when they open and make a formal 
                                   complaint.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   Do as you please.  Sir, I hope you 
                                   are not going to do it smelling like 
                                   you do.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   Looks like he is about to explode.  
                                   The WOMAN points at a dog in a cage.
          
                         BOBBY DAZE smiles a smile of relief.   He squats but the dog 
                         backs up from him as far as it can.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   That's him.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   And his name is what again?
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   DOG DAZE.  He was my ex-wife's dog.  
                                   When she left me, I wouldn't let her 
                                   take him.  She done took everything 
                                   else.  It's been me and him against 
                                   the world since.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   And the world is winning, I can see.  
                                   Can also see that he doesn't like 
                                   you.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   Bullshit.  You know what, I don't 
                                   like you.  He just knows he's in 
                                   trouble.  This ain't the first time 
                                   I've been in this damn place to get 
                                   him.
          
                         He points his finger at the dog.  DOG growls at him.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   Back on the short chain when we get 
                                   home, *******.  Twenty-five bucks...
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   Are his shots up to date?
          
                         BOBBY reaches to unlatch the cage door.  He begins to open 
                         it.  The woman closes it.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   You can't keep my dog here.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   Yes I can, if I believe the animal 
                                   is being abused.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   Abused?  I've had dogs my whole life.  
                                   I know how to treat dogs.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   He's malnourished.  How old is he?
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   When I'm eating good, he eats good.  
                                   Things ain't been real good lately 
                                   but are turning around.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   Do you know how old he is?
          
                         BOBBY DAZE stands, steps directly in front of the woman.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   I'm opening the cage, and getting my 
                                   dog.  Right now.  We're getting the 
                                   **** out of this place.
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   Is your name and number in the phone 
                                   book?
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   What?
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   Your phone number.  Is it listed in 
                                   the phone book under your name.  The 
                                   number we called.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   It ain't listed.  Why?
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   So you live in Summer?
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   Yeah.  Lived here most all of my 
                                   damn life.  How long have you lived 
                                   here?
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   To confirm that dog belongs to you, 
                                   and you are its rightful owner, I'm 
                                   going to give you a color...pink. 
                                   How long will it take you to get 
                                   home.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   I'm about to call the cops. I used 
                                   to have a brother in-law who was a 
                                   deputy--
          
                                               WOMAN
                                   Fine.  I can tell you've been 
                                   drinking.  I'm gonna give you a half-
                                   hour to get back home, and I will 
                                   call the number on the dog's collar, 
                                   and I'll ask you the color from our 
                                   talk.  You need to say 'pink' and 
                                   then come back and your dog will be 
                                   ready, and I will know you are the 
                                   rightful owner.
          
                                               BOBBY DAZE
                                   You're ****ing crazy.  I'm getting 
                                   my dog, and we're leaving.

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            Re: Entries - Dog Days of Summer

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            [B]Summer Daze[/B]  ( 2 of 2 )
            
                
            
                          
                                              
            
                           The WOMAN yells out "LITTLE CUTIE.-  A huge rottweiler plods 
                           into the room.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     LITTLE CUTIE doesn't like bullies, 
                                     do you LITTLE CUTIE...
            
                           LITTLE CUTIE growls.  His head is the size of...the man begins 
                           backing up toward the door.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     I'll call you in a half-hour.
            
                                                 BOBBY DAZE
                                     **** you.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     LITTLE CUTIE hates bad language.
            
                           BOBBY DAZE, now at the door, pulls a lock-blade knife from 
                           his back pocket and opens it.
            
                                                 BOBBY DAZE
                                     That dog tries to bite me and I'll 
                                     gut it.
            
                           The dog growls louder and approaches him.
            
                                                 BOBBY DAZE
                                     I mean it!
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     The door locked automatically when 
                                     we came in here.  You need a key 
                                     (she holds up the key) to open it.  
                                     So you said you chain your dog, and 
                                     you don't feed him much most of the 
                                     time...he is skinny, and you would 
                                     not believe how much food he ate 
                                     once he was brought in here.  He has 
                                     fleas.  Sores. I'd bet my wide bottom 
                                     dollar he has worms. I've invented a 
                                     system to turn bad pet owners into 
                                     good ones.
            
                           The WOMAN points at an empty cage, about four feet by four 
                           feet.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     Get in.
            
                                                 BOBBY DAZE
                                     You're crazy, lady!  You're crazy!
            
                           BOBBY DAZE keeps both eyes on the rottweiler and pulls and 
                           pushes on the door right behind him.  It is a steel door.  
                           It will not open.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     Get in.  Just for a bit.  Nothing 
                                     like what you've put your dog through, 
                                     of course.  Just a taste of the life 
                                     you make him live every single day.  
                                     Call it...a crash course in pet owner 
                                     training.
            
                                                 BOBBY DAZE
                                     I'm not ****ing getting in that cage, 
                                     you crazy bitch!
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     Drop the knife.
            
                           BOBBY DAZE shakes his head.  He is crying now.
            
                           LITTLE CUTIE begins barking and lunges at him.  He drops the 
                           knife.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                          (calmly))
                                     Cage, LITTLE CUTIE.  Cage. 
            
                           LITTLE CUTIE jumps up to grab BOBBY DAZE by the shoulder but 
                           he leaps into the safety of the cage and shuts the door.  
                           She removes a padlock and places it on the door.  She goes 
                           to a knee.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     You see the chain behind you...place 
                                     the collar around your neck and close 
                                     the small padlock.
            
                                                 BOBBY DAZE
                                     You should be in an insane asylum!
            
                           The woman pulls a can of pepper spray from its small holster 
                           on her belt.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     Do you know what this is?
            
                                                 BOBBY DAZE
                                     Wipes his eyes and nose on his sleeve.  
                                     He draws back from what is in her 
                                     hand.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     Yes.  Pepper spray.  And I will spray 
                                     you if you don't place the collar 
                                     around your neck and lock it.
            
                           The WOMAN goes to a sink and fills a dirty bowl with water.  
                           Then she empties a can of dogfood into another dirty bowl.  
                           She opens a very small gate where the bowls barely fit through 
                           into the cage.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     This is your food and water for the 
                                     next three days.
            
                                                 BOBBY DAZE
                                     You're dead, lady!  You're dead!
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     Oh bark all you want to.  Nobody can 
                                     hear you, anyway.
            
                           The woman turns on light switches.  BOBBY DAZE squints with 
                           all of the bright lights on.  He sees movements in large 
                           cages all around him.  Naked people with collars and chains 
                           around their necks are in the cages.  They look like they 
                           would eat him, if given the chance.  One man with white hair 
                           and no teeth asks if he will throw some of his food through 
                           his cage into his cage.  BOBBY DAZE turns back to the woman.  
                           She smiles at him.   The WOMAN walks toward DOG DAZE's cage.  
                           Unlocks it.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     Come here, sugar.
            
                           The dog walks out of the cage on wobbly legs.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     That mean man won't hurt you anymore.  
                                     I won't let him.
            
                           Then she unlocks the cages of his friends.  The BIG STRANGE-
                           LOOKING DOG pees on BOBBY DAZE's cage, soaking him.  Then 
                           TERRIER lifts his leg and tries to do the same.
            
                           WOMAN unlocks the steel door, steps into the hall, and before 
                           the door closes and BOBBY DAZE hears it lock, she turns off 
                           all the lights.  It is pitch black.
            
                           BOBBY DAZE screams.  The others scream with him.  They sound 
                           like dogs in a kennel.  DOG pants.
            
                           After a few moments, the door opens and the lights come back 
                           on.  BOBBY DAZE stops screaming and squints.  DOG is at his 
                           cage, pawing at the door of it.
            
                                                 WOMAN
                                     I speak dog, you know, as well as 
                                     cat, and I am learning horse.  Your 
                                     dog feels sorry for you and wants me 
                                     to release you into his care.  You 
                                     will take good care of him now, won't 
                                     you?
            
                           BOBBY DAZE nods.  He looks around.  The human cages are now 
                           empty.

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            • #7
              Re: Entries - Dog Days of Summer

              Code:
              [B]Killer Tower[/B]
              
                             
              
              
                   EXT. DESERT - DAY
              
                                                                      FADE IN
              
                   Blue and yellow. That’s all we see. A hilly landscape of sand
                   dunes. Above, the sun shines with a blinding light over a
                   perfect blue sky. No cloud. No wind. Nothing.
              
                   Except for the lonely and huge high voltage tower, standing
                   proud in the middle of the burning desert. A gigantic tower
                   made of steel whose thick cables connect to a twin tower,
                   then to another, and another, making a path to infinity.
              
                   They all look like giant metal men buried in the sand.
              
                   The only sound is the slight hum of electricity traveling
                   through the cables.
              
                   A black-throated sparrow flies towards the tower and flaps
                   its wings before landing on the thick cable. It hops a couple
                   of times, flutters its wings. It’s a good place to rest.
              
                   The electric hum on the cable increases noticeably. The
                   sparrow looks around, alarmed. Until--
              
                   ZAPP!
              
                   The bird is electrocuted instantly. It’s gray feathers turned
                   to smokey black. The bird falls to --
              
              
                   EXT. DESERT / ROAD - DAY
              
                   -- the side of a dusty road made of asphalt, barely visible
                   because of the sand accumulated on it.
              
                   Unaware of this, an expensive, black sedan roars through the
                   desert on the middle of the road at full speed, followd by a
                   dense cloud of sand dust.
              
                   The wipers have been used recently to remove the sand from
                   the windshield.
              
                                        JERRY (O.S.)
                             Don’t **** with me, Tom! I told you
                             this would happen.
              
                   Through the windshield we can see JERRY (40s), grabbing the
                   wheel with a hand while holding his phone with the other.
              
              
                   INT. JERRY’S CAR - DAY
              
                   Jerry’s eyebrows are deeply frown. His knee bounces up and
                   down while his other foot steps on the gas. He dresses an
                   expensive business suit, matching the car.
              
                   He barks angrily into his high end phone.
              
                                        JERRY
                             I cannot save your ass all the time
                             you-- No, no, no. Don’t bring the
                             family bullshit on me.
              
                   Jerry, distracted, realizes something in the middle of the
                   road. He jerks the wheel to avoid impact.
              
                                        JERRY (CONT’D)
                             ****!
              
              
                   EXT. DESERT / ROAD - DAY
              
                   The car narrowly misses a bulky object left in the middle of
                   the road. It looks like some abandoned metal wreckage.
              
              
                   INT. JERRY’S CAR - DAY
              
                   Jerry looks to the road behind him through the rear mirror
                   trying to figure out what was that but the dust from his own
                   car hides everything.
              
                   He realizes Tom speaking on the phone.
              
                                        JERRY
                             What?-- What the **** are you
                             doing? Are you begging now?
              
                   Jerry turns red with rage.
              
                                        JERRY (CONT’D)
                             No, you don’t get it. Are you
                             ****ing begging me? Do not ****ing
                             beg me, Tom.
                                  (pause)
                             Don’t--!
              
                   Jerry turns off the phone and throws it on the passenger’s
                   seat. He slaps the wheel furiously.
              
                                        JERRY (CONT’D)
                             I ****ing hate beggars, Tom!
              
                   Jerry tries to digest his fury. He then notices his own knee
                   bouncing wildly. His hand darts to his crotch, squeezing
                   impatiently. He’s sweating, moans lightly.
              
                   Jerry looks in the distance and sees a road sign approaching,
                   his face lights with hope.
              
                   THE ROAD SIGN
              
                   As it passes Jerry’s car at full speed, it reads: "NEXT REST
                   AREA: 50 MILES"
              
                   BACK TO THE CAR
              
                   He puffs, holds to the wheel as if that could prevent the
                   inevitable. He looks out through the windshield, trying to
                   find... anything.
              
                   His eyes lock on the high power towers. An idea.
              
              
                   EXT. DESERT / TOWER - DAY
              
                   From the high tension tower, we see Jerry’s car parked to one
                   side of the road. The electricity hum is barely audible.
              
                   A path of footprints lead to the tower until we see Jerry,
                   panting and puffing, and holding his crotch.
              
                   Jerry arrives to the tower base. He looks up to the top.
              
                   It’s a magnificent piece of metallic work. He goes to the
                   opposite side of the tower and looks around, makes sure
                   nobody can see him from there. He then realizes there’s
                   nobody on the road, but hell, too late for that.
              
                   He unzips down his trousers and finally all the tension on
                   his face releases. He sighs.
              
              
                   ON THE GROUND
              
                   Jerry’s leak grows towards the feet of the tower. The
                   electricity hum increases.
              
                   ON JERRY
              
                   Most relaxed man ever. He tilts his head up, closes his eyes.
                   Nice.
              
                   ON THE GROUND
              
                   The leak reaches the tower’s foot, soaks it. Over the
                   electricity hum, we hear TWISTING METAL screeching.
              
                   ON JERRY
              
                   That was weird. Jerry opens his eyes.
              
              
                   JERRY’S POV
              
                   Jerry looks up to the top of the tower. Somehow, the tip has
                   twisted towards him. The two red operation lights at the top
                   look strangely like eyes. Eyes that are staring at him!
              
                   Jerry cannot believe his eyes. He’s about to say something
                   when--
              
                   -- The tower ROARS in anger.
              
                   Jerry quickly zips up and backpedals, confused, but stumbles
                   with a rock, falls butt on sand.
              
                   Jerry looks up to the tower and finds himself staring at the
                   tower eyes, the two red lights. For a moment, both stare at
                   each other. Jerry cannot believe his eyes.
              
                   Jerry tries to stand up and then the tower ROARS again,
                   scaring the **** out of Jerry, who looks in terror,
                   paralyzed, as the tower shakes to one side, then to the
                   other, with a horrible METAL SCREECH-- until one of the FOOT
                   breaks free from the concrete base.
              
                   Jerry’s eyes open wide, speechless. The tower rises its huge
                   metal foot over him. Jerry SCREAMS. He jumps to one side
                   right before the giant foot smashes the ground, missing Jerry
                   by a few inches.
              
                   Jerry stands up and without thinking twice, turns around and
                   shoots down the dunes towards his car as fast as he can. He
                   loses a shoe, no time to pick it back. He doesn’t want to
                   look back as the tower bellows horribly behind him.
              
                   When he’s half the distance to his car, he turns around,
                   exhausted. The tower is still roaring but it cannot release
                   the other feet. Jerry smiles, relieved.
              
                   The tower starts to PULL from its arms. One, then the other,
                   and again, until a loud SNAP breaks the cables connecting to
                   the next towers by the middle. Jerry only understands what
                   the tower tries to do when--
              
                   -- the tower thrusts the cables towards Jerry in a shower of
                   electrical sparkles. The cables hit the ground on both sides
                   of Jerry, leaving two deep black grooves. He looks at them,
                   astonished. Then to the tower, who waves the cables in the
                   air as whips from hell.
              
                   Jerry screams, turns around and dashes towards his car. The
                   tower waves the cables, preparing another attack.
              
                   Jerry gets to his car, grabs his keys and tries to open the
                   door but the keys fall to the ground.
              
                                        JERRY
                             ****!
              
                   Jerry bends down to pick them up. He raises and puts the key
                   in the lock when--
              
                   -- the tower thrusts the cables and wraps the car with them.
              
                   With an effortless move, the tower launches the car into the
                   sky as if it were a rocket.
              
                   Jerry, hopeless, looks up at his flying car, becoming a small
                   dot in the sky. Disheartened, he turns around and sees how
                   the tower has freed its other feet and is approaching him
                   with slow and deep steps that make the ground tremble.
              
              
                   ON ANOTHER PART OF THE DESERT
              
                   Jerry’s car, destroyed, falls on top of another tower,
                   bending its arm before it tumbles to the ground in a cloud of
                   dust.
              
              
                   BACK TO SCENE
              
                   The tower looks at Jerry, who knows this is the end. Jerry
                   falls on his knees, holds his hands together, cries.
              
                                        JERRY
                                  (sobbing)
                             I am so sorry. I am so sorry.
                             Please let me live. I beg you.
                             Don’t kill me!
              
                   The tower waves its cables, sparkles everywhere. It pauses
                   for a moment, looks at Jerry. Seems to understand what Jerry
                   is saying. Jerry looks up, a bit of hope.
              
                                        JERRY (CONT’D)
                             Please!
              
                   The Tower’s voice seems to come from a mechanical hell.
              
                                        TOWER
                             I... HATE... BEGGARS.
              
                   The Tower prepares the final attack. Jerry, still kneeling,
                   closes his eyes, bows his head down, ready for the end.
              
                   The tower thrusts its cables towards Jerry. A terrible sound
                   of METAL SCREECHING AND ELECTRIC SPARKS fill the air. Then
                   the silence.
              
                   Jerry opens his eyes. He’s alive. Or is he? He has no idea
                   what happened. He looks up and sees the tower’s cables
                   ENTANGLED with the cables of a tower with a bent arm, the one
                   who received the impact from the car.
              
                   Both towers roar, wrestle, thrust cables at each other,
                   punching, kicking, pieces of metal fly, sparks everywhere,
                   the ground shakes as these two giants fight.
              
                   Jerry just turns around and starts walking down the road,
                   alone, his lifeless gaze not looking back, while both towers
                   ROAR in the distance. It could sound like a strange storm.
              
                                        JERRY (O.S.)
                                  (on the phone)
                             Hey, Tom, buddy, about that money
                             you need...
              Last edited by Mark Somers; 09-11-2017, 09:08 PM.

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              • #8
                Re: Entries - Dog Days of Summer

                Code:
                [B]Dogtown[/B]  ( 1 of 2 )
                
                
                               FADE IN:
                
                               EXT. CITY STREET - RESTAURANT - NIGHT
                
                               A taxi cab pulls away from the sidewalk.  Exhaust fumes clear, 
                               revealing CHERYL standing there.  20s, beautiful but 
                               vulnerable.  She wears a little black dress... and a dog 
                               collar around her neck, with a dangling name tag.
                
                               She looks across the street at the restaurant.  People are 
                               inside, seated at tables.  She hesitates, uncertain.  As if 
                               she doesn't want to be here.
                
                               She suddenly remembers something!  She delves into her purse 
                               and takes out... furry dog ears.  She settles them on her 
                               head, makes sure they're sitting right.
                
                               She takes a deep breath, then crosses the street.
                
                               INT. RESTAURANT FOYER - NIGHT
                
                               The MAITRE'D also wears a collar with a dog tag.  He looks 
                               down his nose at Cheryl, as if she's something he's just 
                               scraped off his expensive shoe.
                
                                                     MAITRE'D
                                         Yes?
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         Mr. Goodboy's expecting me.
                
                               Cheryl can't stand his stare, she looks away, ashamed.
                
                               The Maitre'D snaps his fingers.  A WAITER hurries over. The 
                               Waiter also wears a collar with dog tag.  In this world every 
                               human does.
                
                                                     MAITRE'D
                                         Mr. Goodboy's "guest" has arrived. 
                                         Show her to his table.
                
                                                     WAITER
                                         If you'll follow me-
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         No.  You take me to him.
                
                               She's talking to the Maitre'D.
                
                                                     MAITRE'D
                                         I'm afraid I don't-
                
                               Cheryl raises her voice.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         Take me to him now, or I'll tell him 
                                         you treated me like sh!t.
                
                               He leans forward, in a panic.
                
                                                     MAITRE'D
                                         Will you keep your voice down?
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         Five seconds.  Four.  THREE.
                
                                                     MAITRE'D
                                         All right, all right.
                
                               He leads the way into the restaurant.  Cheryl follows him 
                               in.  The Waiter stands gaping in astonishment.
                
                               INT. RESTAURANT DINING AREA - NIGHT
                
                               MR. GOODBOY sits at a table, nibbling a dog biscuit from a 
                               bowl.  There's also a bowl of water on the table.
                
                               Mr. Goodboy is a human/dog hybrid, with the head of a dog 
                               spliced onto the neck of a man.  His tail sticks out the 
                               butt of his suit.  He wears a gold collar with a gold tag.
                
                               Other diners also have dog heads, some of the ladies are 
                               human ladies like Cheryl but many are bitches.
                
                               Mr. Goodboy's tail wags when he sees Cheryl.
                
                               The Maitre'D pulls Cheryl's chair out and seats her.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         Thank you, you may go now.
                
                               The Maitre'D leaves, silently fuming.
                
                               Mr. Goodboy pushes the biscuit bowl closer to Cheryl.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         Biscuit?
                
                               Cheryl smiles and shakes her head, no thank you.
                
                               He indicates her ears.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         I see you got my gift.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         I did.  They're lovely, thank you.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         I actually wondered if you would 
                                         come.  I wasn't sure if my charms 
                                         were enough to persuade you.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         Why wouldn't I?  It's not every day 
                                         a girl like me gets invited to a 
                                         fancy restaurant by such a handsome 
                                         boy.
                
                               Mr. Goodboy's tail wags excitedly.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         Would you like to look at the menu?
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         That would be lovely.
                
                               The Waiter steps up and gives them menus.
                
                                                     WAITER
                                         The house special tonight is steak, 
                                         diced into cubes and covered with a 
                                         tasty gravy, the chef's own recipe.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         Well, no guesses what I'll be 
                                         ordering.
                
                                                     WAITER
                                         While you're considering your choices, 
                                         may I fetch the lady a drink?
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         Just a glass of water for me, please.  
                                         In a glass.
                
                                                     WAITER
                                         Of course.
                
                               The Waiter goes away.
                
                               Cheryl studies the menu.  Mr. Goodboy leans his elbows on 
                               the table and rests his jowls on his hands, studying her.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         You know, I think you might be the 
                                         prettiest girl here tonight.
                
                               Cheryl looks around, idly curious.
                
                               At another table, a ROTTWEILER-HEAD WOMAN with a mop of purple 
                               hair winks at her.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         Oh, I don't know about that.  So 
                                         what is it you do... Mr. Goodboy?
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         Good heavens, do you mean you haven't 
                                         heard of the Goodboy food brand?
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         Of course I have, but... you mean 
                                         that's you?
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         My sire, actually.  But he's getting 
                                         older now.  He's practically given 
                                         me control of the company.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         That must be a huge responsibility 
                                         for you.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         You have no idea.  It's quite the 
                                         weight, I can tell you.
                
                               Activity outside in the street attracts their attention. A 
                               disheveled, exhausted MAN staggers by.  He isn't wearing a 
                               collar.  He's pursued by FOUR DOG-HEAD POLICEMEN who bark 
                               and snarl as they chase him.
                
                               They all run out of sight.  Cheryl stares for a few more 
                               seconds before she turns her attention back to the menu.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         How unfortunate that you had to 
                                         witness that.  That's why the collars 
                                         are so important.  I'm afraid there 
                                         are those who simply refuse to be, 
                                         well, good boys.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         They've made their choice.  I've 
                                         made mine.  I think I'll have the 
                                         shrimp starter, and lamb for the 
                                         main course.
                
                               The Waiter returns with a glass and pitcher of water.  He 
                               pours Cheryl a glass.  Leaves the pitcher on the table.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         Thank you.
                
                                                     WAITER
                                         Are you ready to order?
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         I'll have a marrowbone for my starter, 
                                         and the steak special. The young 
                                         lady will have shrimp, and the lamb.
                
                                                     WAITER
                                         Very good, sir.
                
                               The Waiter takes the menus from them and goes.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         I was asking about you.  Your boss 
                                         seems to think highly of you.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         I'm glad to hear it.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         He thinks you may be wasted in 
                                         distribution.  I mean, they're good 
                                         people, they do a vital job, I'm not 
                                         saying they don't.  But we're always 
                                         looking for talent in production 
                                         control.  Quality issues are an 
                                         ongoing concern.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         Is that why you asked me to dinner? 
                                         To offer me a job?
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         No, I asked you to dinner because I 
                                         find you very attractive.  And, haha, 
                                         to offer you a job, that's if you're 
                                         interested in bettering yourself.  I 
                                         don't expect an answer right away, 
                                         but the offer's on the table.  You 
                                         can think it over and call my office 
                                         when you've decided.
                
                               Mr. Goodboy leans over his water bowl and laps up some water.
                
                               Cheryl takes a sip from her glass.  As she drinks, she looks 
                               out the window.
                
                               Outside in the street, the four dog-headed policemen drag 
                               the man to a waiting police van, he's been beaten and bitten, 
                               he's hardly able to walk on his own.
                
                               As if he senses her gaze, he turns his bloodied face to look 
                               at the restaurant.  He stares accusingly at Cheryl.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         Ah, I see they caught him.  Good. We 
                                         can't have strays running around. 
                                         Next thing you know there are wild 
                                         packs roaming the streets, getting 
                                         up to all kinds of mischief.
                
                               Cheryl tears her gaze away from the man.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         I very much appreciate your generous 
                                         offer, Mr. Goodboy.  I don't need 
                                         time to decide.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         Excellent.  That's that settled. 
                                         Then let's enjoy dinner.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         If you don't mind, I'm going to visit 
                                         the little girls' room. Please start 
                                         without me if your marrowbone comes 
                                         while I'm away.
                
                                                     MR. GOODBOY
                                         Thank you, I will.  Don't be too 
                                         long.
                
                               Cheryl gets up and walks to the exit.
                
                               INT. RESTAURANT FOYER - NIGHT
                
                               The Maitre'D glares at Cheryl.  She ignores him.
                
                               She sees the toilet arrow sign and heads that way.
                
                               INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE RESTROOMS - NIGHT
                
                               Two doors, each with a sign showing a dog raising its leg to 
                               pee, one dog is bigger and heavier, obviously male.
                
                               Cheryl pushes open the female dog door.
                
                               INT. LADIES REST ROOM - NIGHT
                
                               Cheryl checks the stalls, they're all empty.  She enters the 
                               last stall.  She reaches down behind the toilet bowl and 
                               searches for something... wrestles it loose.
                
                               It's an automatic, in a plastic bag.  She opens the bag, 
                               takes the gun out, drops the bag into the bowl.  She pulls 
                               back the slide.  Thumbs off the safety.
                
                               The rest room door opens.
                
                               The Rottweiler-head woman enters.  She stops to look in the 
                               mirror.
                
                               In the stall, Cheryl doesn't move, doesn't breathe.
                
                               Rottweiler woman takes lipstick from her purse and applies 
                               it to her dog mouth, giving herself big red lips.  She fluffs 
                               up her purple hair, styling it until she's satisfied.
                
                               Cheryl presses the gun against her head.
                
                                                     CHERYL
                                         Howl and you're dead.
                
                                                     ROTTWEILER WOMAN
                                         I have money, please take it all.
                
                               Cheryl drags her into the stall and uses the gun as a club, 
                               delivering vicious blows.  We don't need to see this.  The 
                               woman whimpers in pain, then falls silent.
                
                               Cheryl steps back out, panting heavily.  She moves to the 
                               door -- but stops.  She looks at herself in the mirror. She 
                               pulls off the ears, throws them in the sink.  She reaches 
                               behind her neck and unfastens the collar.  Lets it drop to 
                               the floor.
                
                               She studies herself without the collar.  A free person.

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                • #9
                  Re: Entries - Dog Days of Summer

                  Code:
                  [B]Dogtown [/B] ( 2 of 2 )
                  
                  
                               
                                 INT. RESTAURANT DINING AREA - NIGHT
                  
                                 Mr. Goodboy looks up as Cheryl enters.
                  
                                 She stops at a table -- aims the automatic at a dog-head 
                                 diner, who gapes in surprise.  BLAM.
                  
                                 The diner's human companion SCREAMS.  Cheryl aims the woman, 
                                 she ducks under the table, terrified.
                  
                                 Cheryl moves to another table, BLAM BLAM, a dog-head diner 
                                 and his dog-head bitch go down.
                  
                                 Dog-heads flee for their lives.  BLAM BLAM Cheryl shoots 
                                 them down without mercy.
                  
                                 She advances on Mr. Goodboy, who's frozen with fear.
                  
                                                       MR. GOODBOY
                                           Wait.  I can pull strings.  You won't 
                                           even have to go to prison.
                  
                                                       CHERYL
                                           Your factory recycles humans into 
                                           dog food.  I don't think we have 
                                           anything to discuss.
                  
                                                       MR. GOODBOY
                                           Please, think of the repercussions 
                                           of your actions.  We've taken over 
                                           your government.  We own the police 
                                           and the military.  This will trigger 
                                           a slaughter such as your race has 
                                           never seen.
                  
                                                       CHERYL
                                           What you see here is happening all 
                                           over the country.  The uprising begins 
                                           tonight.
                  
                                 Cheryl takes aim at his big dog head.
                  
                                                       MR. GOODBOY
                                           I suppose this means we're not going 
                                           to do it doggie style?
                  
                                                       CHERYL
                                           Bad dog!
                  
                                 BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
                  
                                 INT. THE OVAL KENNEL OFFICE - NIGHT
                  
                                 The BULLDOG PRESIDENT looks into camera.  He wears a solid 
                                 gold collar with a gold TOP DOG name tag.
                  
                                                       BULLDOG PRESIDENT
                                           My fellow Dogmericans.  I have 
                                           declared a state of emergency. The 
                                           country is under martial law. The 
                                           rebels are being very bad boys. Their 
                                           illegal uprising will be crushed and 
                                           they will be punished.
                  
                                 DISTANT SHOTS and FRANTIC BARKING.
                  
                                 The Bulldog President looks around, alarmed.
                  
                                                       BULLDOG PRESIDENT
                                           Get me out of here, Judith.
                  
                                 TITLE CARD:  NORMAL SERVICE WILL BE RESUMED AS SOON AS 
                                 POSSIBLE
                  
                                 CUT TO BLACK
                  
                                 An electronic SQUEAL as the signal is cut off, and then:
                  
                                                       CHERYL (V.O.)
                                           Rise up and take off your collars! 
                                           We will no longer be their pets!
                  
                                 THE END

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                  • #10
                    Re: Entries - Dog Days of Summer

                    Code:
                    [B]Jacob's Point[/B]  ( 1 of 2 )
                    
                    
                                   A young city boy befriends an old woman who helps him with a 
                                   problem.
                    
                                    
                    
                                   EXT. URBAN BACKYARD - DAY
                    
                                   JACOB YOUNG (10), a smallish African American boy, kneels on 
                                   all fours, peers into a patch of overgrown weeds, then slowly 
                                   draws back his right hand, takes aim.
                    
                                   A shiny red and green GRASSHOPPER munching on a daisy flower.
                    
                                   Jacob thrusts his hand deep into the tall greenery.
                    
                                   EXT. BUNGALOW HOUSE - DAY
                    
                                   Jacob's mom, TINA (mid 30s), climbs out of a rusted sedan, 
                                   grocery bags slung over her thin arms, calls out.
                    
                                                         TINA
                                             Jacob, come help with these groceries.
                    
                                   EXT. URBAN BACKYARD - DAY
                    
                                   Jacob retracts his clenched fist from the weeds, shouts.
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             Okay, just a minute.
                    
                                                         TINA (O.S.)
                                             Un, uh.  Right now!
                    
                                   INT. KITCHEN - EVENING
                    
                                   Tina sets a pizza on a rickety folding table, takes a seat 
                                   across from Jacob and his sister, SASHA (16).
                    
                                   Sasha takes a bite of pizza, then suddenly stops chewing. 
                                   She points at Jacob's chest, terror in her eyes.
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             What?
                    
                                                         SASHA
                                             Your pocket... something's...
                    
                                   Jacob looks down, reaches inside his t-shirt pocket, then 
                                   pulls out the WRIGGLING GRASSHOPPER.
                    
                                   Sasha screams, jumps from the table, runs from the room.
                    
                                                         SASHA
                                             You're so weird!
                    
                                   Tina gasps, recoils.
                    
                                                         TINA
                                             Good Lord, Jacob!  Get that nasty 
                                             thing outta my house!
                    
                                   MOMENTS LATER
                    
                                   Jacob sits alone at the table, finishes off a slice of cold 
                                   pizza.
                    
                                   Tina pokes her head into the kitchen.
                    
                                                         TINA
                                             Close your eyes.  No peeking.
                    
                                   The lights go out.
                    
                                                         TINA (O.S.)
                                                  (singing))
                                             Happy Birthday to you... Happy 
                                             Birthday to you...
                    
                                   Tina sets a cake with ten burning candles in front of Jacob.
                    
                                   As Jacob downs a big hunk of cake, Tina places a brightly 
                                   wrapped GIFT in front of him.
                    
                                                         TINA
                                             Sorry it's a little late.
                    
                                   She pecks Jacob on the cheek.
                    
                                                         TINA
                                             Happy Birthday, sweetheart.
                    
                                   Jacob's eyes light up.
                    
                                   VRREEEEM...VRREEEEM.
                    
                                   EXT. FRONT YARD - AFTERNOON
                    
                                   Jacob beams as he races his new REMOTE CONTROL MONSTER TRUCK 
                                   along the sidewalk.
                    
                                   Tina backs the sedan out of the driveway, rolls down the 
                                   passenger window, calls out to Jacob.
                    
                                                         TINA
                                             I want you two inside while I'm at 
                                             work.
                    
                                   Jacob huffs.
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             Okay.
                    
                                   He scoops up the truck and shuffles toward the house.
                    
                                   INT. BEDROOM - MINUTES LATER
                    
                                   Jacob pokes his head through the doorway, scans the hallway.
                    
                                   EXT. BUNGALOW HOUSE - DAY
                    
                                   Sasha removes her earbuds, yells from the porch.
                    
                                                         SASHA
                                             Momma said to stay inside.
                    
                                   Jacob circles his toy truck around a tree, ignoring his 
                                   sister.
                    
                                   Sasha stomps back into the house, slams the front door closed.
                    
                                   MOMENTS LATER
                    
                                   The monster truck zips across the sidewalk, then skids to a 
                                   sudden stop.
                    
                                   Jacob tenses, jaw clenched.
                    
                                   A SHIRTLESS TEEN BOY (14), gold rope chain hanging from his 
                                   neck, blocks the toy truck's path with his bicycle.
                    
                                                         SHIRTLESS TEEN BOY
                                             Your fine sister home?
                    
                                   A PUDGY TEEN BOY rolls up behind Shirtless Teen Boy.
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             I dunno.
                    
                                   Shirtless Teen Boy picks up the truck.
                    
                                                         SHIRTLESS TEEN BOY
                                             Pretty dope.  Can I try?
                    
                                   Jacob shakes his head.
                    
                                                         SHIRTLESS TEEN BOY
                                             C'mon, boy.
                    
                                   Pudgy Teen Boy rolls up to Jacob, snatches the remote out of 
                                   his hands.
                    
                                                         SHIRTLESS TEEN BOY
                                             I be straight up witcha.
                    
                                   Shirtless Teen Boy races the truck wildly across the yard.
                    
                                   VRROOOM.
                    
                                   An SUV speeds down the street toward us.
                    
                                   With a devious glint in his eye, Shirtless Teen Boy cranks 
                                   the remote control stick sharply.
                    
                                   The toy truck cuts hard left, then careens down the driveway, 
                                   on a collision course with the SUV.
                    
                                   Jacob takes off, screams.
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             No!
                    
                                   CRACK, CRUNCH.
                    
                                   Jagged pieces of plastic and metal shoot across the pavement.
                    
                                   The SUV screeches to a stop, then speeds away.
                    
                                   Shirtless Teen Boy hops onto his bicycle, tosses the remote 
                                   control at Jacob's feet, smirks.
                    
                                                         SHIRTLESS TEEN BOY
                                             ****, man.  I ****ed up.  Sorry.
                    
                                   With tears running down his cheeks, Jacob collects his 
                                   flattened truck from the pavement.
                    
                                   In the distance, the two teen hoodlums speed away, laughing.
                    
                                   EXT. ALLEY - DAY
                    
                                   Jacob dumps his demolished truck and the remote into a trash 
                                   can, trudges back to the house.
                    
                                                         OLD WOMAN (O.S.)
                                             Shameful.
                    
                                   Jacob whips around, mouth agape.
                    
                                   A frail ELDERLY WOMAN appears next to a garden gate leading 
                                   to the neighboring yard.  Her white wiry hair cascades from 
                                   under a wide-brimmed sun bonnet, brown skin deeply wrinkled.
                    
                                                         OLD WOMAN
                                             You look like you seen a ghost, boy.
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             Uh, no... just that... they said you 
                                             never come out... that you-
                    
                                                         OLD WOMAN
                                             You believe everything people says?
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             No.
                    
                                                         OLD WOMAN
                                             Good, cuz you fill your head with 
                                             gossip, you won't have no room for 
                                             what matters.
                    
                                   Old Woman heads back through the gate.
                    
                                                         OLD WOMAN
                                             Whew, gotta get outta this hot sun.
                    
                                   EXT. BACKYARD - DAY
                    
                                   Jacob cautiously steps through the gate, peers into the old 
                                   woman's yard.
                    
                                   An OASIS of neatly tended flower beds.
                    
                                                         OLD WOMAN (O.S.)
                                             Over here.
                    
                                   Jacob joins Old Woman under the shade of a tree.
                    
                                                         OLD WOMAN
                                             You know, in my day, a proper young 
                                             man introduced hisself to a lady.
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             Uh... I'm Jacob... Jacob Young.
                    
                                                         OLD WOMAN
                                             Hello, Jacob Young.  I'm Mrs. Iris 
                                             Walters.
                    
                                   IRIS gestures to a pitcher of lemonade on a patio table.
                    
                                                         IRIS
                                             Help yourself.
                    
                                   Jacob hesitates, stares at the lemonade pitcher.
                    
                                                         IRIS
                                             I didn't poison him, Jacob. 
                                             Parkinson's came along and took him.
                    
                                   She takes a deep breath, smiles, then points to the twisted 
                                   tree branches above.
                    
                                                         IRIS
                                             We planted this ole pear on our 
                                             wedding day... be fifty-two years 
                                             this September.
                    
                                   Jacob holds a burlap sack, trails Iris as she inspects a 
                                   stand of roses.
                    
                                                         IRIS
                                             Them Sixth Street boys been bringin' 
                                             trouble around here all summer.
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             Yeah.
                    
                                                         IRIS
                                             Most folks have good hearts, even if 
                                             they do somethin' bad.  But some, 
                                             like Terra Mae Brown...
                    
                                   Iris plucks a wilted rose, tosses it into the sack.
                    
                                                         IRIS
                                             ... they just rotten to the core.
                    
                                   FLASHBACK
                    
                                   EXT. FARMHOUSE - DAY
                    
                                   TERRA MAE BROWN (18), blonde beauty, toting a steel bucket, 
                                   sneaks onto the porch, nervously scans the surroundings, 
                                   then opens the front door, steps inside.
                    
                                                         IRIS (V.O.)
                                             When Terra Mae learned Aldon Jones 
                                             was fixing to ask me to the prom, 
                                             she done go crazy, vowed to get me.
                    
                                   BEDROOM
                    
                                   Terra Mae yanks a long frilly yellow dress from the closet, 
                                   tosses it on the floor.
                    
                                                         IRIS (V.O.)
                                             Mamma worked double shifts for a 
                                             whole year to get me that prom dress.
                    
                                   Terra Mae tilts the bucket and pours slimy brown manure over 
                                   the dress.
                    
                                   BACK TO SCENE
                    
                                   Jacob chugs a glass of lemonade.
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             What'd ya do?
                    
                                   Iris points.
                    
                                   A BUMBLEBEE lands on a tube-shaped HOLLYHOCK flower, then 
                                   crawls inside.
                    
                                                         IRIS
                                             Bees are humble souls.  Go about 
                                             their bizness, botherin' no one... 
                                             less'n you give 'em a reason, of 
                                             course.
                    
                                   Iris pinches the flower closed, trapping the bee inside.
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             You're gonna get stung!
                    
                                                         IRIS
                                             Only when she finds there ain't no 
                                             way out.
                    
                                   The young boy and old woman lock eyes.
                    
                                   SUPER:  ONE WEEK LATER
                    
                                   EXT. URBAN STREET - DAY
                    
                                   Backpack slung over his shoulders, Jacob pedals his bike to 
                                   the street corner, gazes up at the sign: SIXTH STREET.
                    
                                   In the distance, Shirtless Teen Boy and Pudgy Teen Boy loiter 
                                   on the porch of an abandoned house, smoking pot.
                    
                                   EXT. ABANDONED HOUSE - DAY
                    
                                   Shirtless Teen Boy elbows Pudgy Teen Boy, points to the 
                                   street.
                    
                                                         SHIRTLESS TEEN BOY
                                             Ain't that truck boy?
                    
                                   Jacob comes to a stop in front of the two punks.
                    
                                                         PUDGY TEEN BOY
                                             Watcha doin' around here, boy?
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             Gotta question for ya.
                    
                                                         SHIRTLESS TEEN BOY
                                             What's that?
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             What stinks worse than dog ****?
                    
                                                         SHIRTLESS TEEN BOY
                                             What?  Man, I dunno?
                    
                                                         JACOB
                                             Nothin', but you two losers come 
                                             real close.
                    
                                   Shirtless Teen Boy and Pudgy Teen Boy leap from the porch.
                    
                                                         SHIRTLESS TEEN BOY
                                             Get 'em!
                    
                                   Jacob speeds away on his bike.
                    
                                   Shirtless and Pudgy hop on their bikes, race after Jacob.
                    Last edited by Mark Somers; 09-09-2017, 05:18 PM.

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                    • #11
                      Re: Entries - Dog Days of Summer

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                      [B]Jacob's Point[/B]  ( 2 of 2 )
                      
                      
                      
                                     EXT. ALLEY - DAY
                      
                                     Jacob veers off the road and into the alley, bike tires 
                                     fishtailing over the gravel surface.  He looks back.
                      
                                     Shirtless Teen Boy and Pudgy Teen Boy pedaling furiously, 
                                     gaining ground.
                      
                                     Jacob cranks faster, then SNAP. One of his pedals suddenly 
                                     breaks off.
                      
                                     Shirtless Teen Boy pulls a KNIFE from his pocket, screams.
                      
                                                           SHIRTLESS TEEN BOY
                                               I got you, bitch.
                      
                                     The two street hoods close in, trailing Jacob by a few feet.
                      
                                     Jacob stops pedaling, reaches into his backpack, pulls out a 
                                     JAR FILLED WITH NAILS, then flings it over his shoulder.
                      
                                     CRACK
                      
                                     The jar shatters on the gravel path, scattering nails and 
                                     shards of glass.
                      
                                     PIFFT... PIFFT... PIFFT...
                      
                                     Shirtless and Pudgy skid out of control as their bike tires 
                                     flatten.  They toss their bikes, sprint after Jacob.
                      
                                     Jacob jumps off his bike, pulls out a large jar filled with 
                                     hundreds of ANGRY BEES, then heaves it into the air.
                      
                                     Shirtless and Pudgy skid to a stop, look up, eyes tracking.
                      
                                     SLOW MOTION: The BEE BOMB tumbles across the cloudless sky.
                      
                                     CRACK
                      
                                     The jar smashes into the ground inches from Shirtless Teen 
                                     Boy's feet.
                      
                                     A thick SWARM of BUZZING BEES rises from the ground, swirls 
                                     around Shirtless and Pudgy.  The two thugs run away, flailing 
                                     their arms, screaming.
                      
                                     DING-DONG
                      
                                     INT. BUNGALOW LIVING ROOM - DAY
                      
                                     Tina peers through the front door peephole.
                      
                                     EXT. PORCH - DAY
                      
                                     A DELIVERY MAN holds a large box wrapped in plain brown paper.
                      
                                     INT. BUNGALOW LIVING ROOM - DAY
                      
                                     Jacob enters.
                      
                                                           JACOB
                                               What is it?
                      
                                     Tina reads the mailing label on the package.
                      
                                                           TINA
                                               It's for you.  Who's Iris Walters?
                      
                                     Jacob smiles, takes the package.
                      
                                                           JACOB
                                               Just a friend.
                      
                                     THE END
                      Last edited by Mark Somers; 09-09-2017, 05:20 PM.

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                      • #12
                        Re: Entries - Dog Days of Summer

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                        [B]A Deep Sleep[/B]  ( 1 of 2 )
                        
                                       FADE IN:
                        
                                       EXT. PLAZA, UCLA MEDICAL RESEARCH BUILDING - DAY
                        
                                       Hundreds of students and teachers hustle through the plaza 
                                       past the building on their way to classes and other locations 
                                       on campus. They are going everywhere but into the Research 
                                       building.
                        
                                       JAMES FENWICK, a young man dressed in suit and tie seems out 
                                       of place here.  He compares the name on the flyer he holds 
                                       to the name of the Medical Research building.
                        
                                       INT. LOBBY, UCLA MEDICAL RESEARCH BUILDING- DAY
                        
                                       James enters an empty lobby. He checks the directory, then 
                                       makes his way into an empty elevator.
                        
                                       HALLWAY
                        
                                       James walks along the vacant hallway to Room 308 and knocks 
                                       on the door. Nobody answers.
                        
                                       He tries again.  When the door remains closed, he turns the 
                                       doorknob. The door opens to an uninhabited
                        
                                       RECEPTION ROOM
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 Anybody home?
                        
                                       When nobody answers, he walks to the counter and presses a 
                                       button. A loud ring startles him.
                        
                                       At the same time an attractive young woman, dressed in a 
                                       white clinical jacket with DR. AMANDA BARNES on her name 
                                       tag, pops up from behind the counter.
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 Whoa.
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 I'm so sorry for scaring you. Please 
                                                 excuse me.
                        
                                       James stares at her.
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 I'm the one who should be sorry. Am 
                                                 I in the right place?
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 If you're inquiring about the sleep 
                                                 experiment you are. How did you hear 
                                                 about us?
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 A flyer at the unemployment office. 
                                                 I was thinking of volunteering. But 
                                                 I didn't expect someone like you 
                                                 would be involved in this.
                                                 I definitely want to volunteer.
                        
                                       Amanda studies James.
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 Not so fast. You need to meet the 
                                                 requirements first, Mister...
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 I'm James, James Fenwick, Amanda. 
                                                 Whatever the requirements are, I 
                                                 agree with them.
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 You certainly are eager, Mr. Fenwick.  
                                                 Here fill out this questionnaire and 
                                                 this intelligence test. You can sit 
                                                 over there. You have an hour.  I'll 
                                                 be in my office.  Ring me if you 
                                                 have a question.
                        
                                       James sits at the table and begins. Shortly he buzzes Amanda.
                        
                                                             AMANDA (O.S.)
                                                      (from her office)
                                                 Don't worry, James. If a question 
                                                 isn't clear, circle it, and skip it.
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 I'm done! Finished with this nonsense.
                        
                                       Amanda comes out of the back room.
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 So you gave up. It is difficult.
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 I'm done, as in I completed it.
                        
                                       Amanda looks at Jsmes as if to say "sure,- and takes the 
                                       application from him.
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 Have a seat. I'll be back.
                        
                                       LATER
                        
                                       Amanda returns.
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 Looks like I was wrong about you, 
                                                 James. You are a perfect candidate.  
                                                 Can you participate next Tuesday?
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 Whenever you want me. What do I need 
                                                 to do to prepare?
                        
                                       Amanda gives James a few pages of instructions.
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 James, why does an unemployed engineer 
                                                 like you want to volunteer for a 
                                                 sleep experiment?  You should 
                                                 concentrate on job interviews.
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 Don't you ever seek adventure?
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 But this is only a short sleep 
                                                 experiment, James. You're confined 
                                                 to one room for two days and nights.
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 I'm searching for direction in my 
                                                 life. Who knows where this will lead 
                                                 me?
                        
                                                                                            CUT TO:
                        
                                       INT. BLUE ROOM - DAY
                        
                                       A large, open 30 foot by 30 foot room with a 20 foot high 
                                       ceiling located in the Medical Research Building.  The room 
                                       is painted blue and lit by bluish lights.  Cameras and 
                                       loudspeakers are mounted on the walls.
                        
                                       SUBTITLE:  Tuesday. September 5, 2017 
                        
                                       In the center of the room, James, wearing only a pair of 
                                       white shorts, lies on an experimental  model 2017GX Kemper 
                                       anatomical life support table.
                        
                                       An intravenous needle supplies liquid nutrients to a vein in 
                                       his arm.  Passing through the table and connected to him is 
                                       a recently developed waste removal system.
                        
                                       Sensors attached to various parts of James's body send brain 
                                       and body function measurements to the
                        
                                       CONTROL ROOM
                        
                                       This room overlooks the Blue Room through a large window and 
                                       contains computers and computer displays that analyze the 
                                       measurements and show the results.
                        
                                       Seated at the control desk is Amanda and her colleague, DR. 
                                       PHILIP RAMERIZ, 60.
                        
                                       IN THE BLUE ROOM
                        
                                                             AMANDA (V.O.)
                                                      (from loud speakers)
                                                 Good morning, James Fenwick.
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 I missed your voice.
                        
                                       An old woman in a lab coat enters the Blue Room.
                        
                                                             AMANDA (V.O.)
                                                 James meet DR. WASHINGTON. She will 
                                                 take you from here.
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 Nice to meet you Dr. Washington. 
                                                 Where are you taking me?
                        
                                                             DR. WASHINGTON
                                                 Please relax Mr. Fenwick. 
                                                      (low soothing voice))
                                                 Breathe deeply. You are tired, very 
                                                 sleepy. Concentrate on the blue lights 
                                                 above. You will sleep until I awaken 
                                                 you. Not before.
                        
                                                             JAMES
                                                 This is very relaxing. I want to 
                                                 float here forever.
                                                 But...Amanda...let's...have 
                                                 dinner...Saturday. 
                                                 Amanda...Amanda.....
                        
                                       IN THE CONTROL BOOTH
                        
                                       DR. Ramerize looks at Amanda and smiles.
                        
                                                             DR. RAMERIZ
                                                 It's about time you dated again.
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                      (into microphone)
                                                 Bon Voyage, James.  See you in two 
                                                 days...We'll talk about dinner then.
                        
                                                             LATER
                                                 Amanda Barnes, Dr. Ramirez, and Dr. 
                                                 Washington are checking the monitors 
                                                 and readouts in the control room.
                        
                                                             DR. RAMERIZ
                                                 Everything is looking good. I'll be 
                                                 back at nine in the morning. Whatever 
                                                 happens don't awaken Mr. Fenwick.
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 What if he goes into cardiac arrest 
                                                 or something else drastic.
                        
                                                             DR. RAMERIZ
                                                 I'm sure you guys can handle it.
                        
                                       Dr. Rameriz exits the control room.
                        
                                       LATER
                        
                                       Amanda and Dr. Washington notice James open and close his 
                                       eyes a few times.
                        
                                       DR. WASHINGTON Don't worry, Amanda.  Some people occasionally 
                                       open their eyes briefly while they're under.
                        
                                       LATER
                        
                                       Suddenly James opens his eyes wide. His eyes rotate in their 
                                       sockets as far as possible in every direction.
                        
                                       His mouth opens and closes.  His heart rate begins to rise.
                        
                                       ON HEART RATE MONITOR
                        
                                       60...65...70...75...80...100...130. 
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 Wake him!
                        
                                                             DR. WASHINGTON
                                                 What about Dr. Rameriz's instructions?
                        
                                       AMANDA PUNCHES A BUTTON AND
                        
                                       IN THE BLUE ROOM
                        
                                       Soothing violin music fills the room. James closes his mouth 
                                       and eyes.
                        
                                       IN THE CONTROL ROOM
                        
                                       The heart rate monitor counts down to sixty.
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 Thank God.
                        
                                                             DR. WASHINGTON
                                                 He's a strong, healthy guy.
                        
                                       TWO DAYS LATER
                        
                                       The three doctors are in the room.
                        
                                                             DR. RAMERIZ
                                                 Well, time to wake him.
                        
                                                             DR. WASHINGTON
                                                      (into microphone))
                                                 Wake up James.
                        
                                       James remains asleep.
                        
                                                             DR. WASHINGTON
                                                 Wake up James. Time to wake up.
                        
                                       Suddenly an alarm bell sounds.
                        
                                       ON THE BODY TEMPERATURE MONITOR
                        
                                       The temperature drops from 98 to 97 to 93 to 89 to 70 to 60 
                                       to 50 to 40.
                        
                                       ON THE PULSE RATE MONITOR
                        
                                       James's pulse drops from 55 to 50 to 40 to 35.
                        
                                                             DR. WASHINGTON
                                                 What is happening?
                        
                                                                                            CUT TO:
                        
                                       EXT. PLAZA, UCLA MEDICAL RESEARCH BUILDING - DAY
                        
                                       Students and professors hustle through the plaza. It is a 
                                       lovely spring day, bursting with life.
                        
                                       SUBTITLE:  ONE YEAR LATER
                        
                                       INT. BLUE ROOM - DAY
                        
                                       James lies asleep on the Kemper 2017GX table, as he did a 
                                       year ago.
                        
                                       IN THE CONTROL ROOM
                        
                                       Monitors show James's heart rate remains at 35 beats per 
                                       second and his body temperature at 40 degrees Fahrenheit.
                        
                                       Amanda, Dr. Rameriz, and Dr. Washington enter the room.
                        
                                       They review the data.
                        
                                                             DR. RAMERIZ
                                                 No matter what it takes, we will 
                                                 never pull the plug.
                        
                                                             AMANDA
                                                 I'll never give up on him.
                        
                                       IN THE BLUE ROOM
                        
                                                             JAMES (V.O.)
                                                 I wish Amanda could hear me. I hear 
                                                 her. I see things so clearly in my 
                                                 mind. I feel good, but I want to 
                                                 touch her.
                        
                                                                                            CUT TO:

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                          Re: Entries - Dog Days of Summer

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                          [B]A Deep Sleep[/B]   ( 2 of 2 )
                          
                          
                                      
                          
                                         INT. BLUE ROOM - DAY (200 YEARS LATER}
                          
                                         James has not aged and lies on the latest model 2217GX Kemper 
                                         anatomical life support table. He is perfectly still except 
                                         for the extremely slow beating of his heart A very large 
                                         flat video screen is installed on the ceiling above James. 
                                         He stares at the screen.
                          
                                                               JAMES (V.O.)
                                                   I can see and hear. If only I could 
                                                   communicate with the doctors.
                          
                                         IN THE CONTROL ROOM
                          
                                         Two technicians, Cleo Barnes and Oscar Rameriz  look over 
                                         the monitors and charts. No changes in body functions 
                          
                                                               CLEO
                                                   I'm certain he understands what is 
                                                   happening around him.
                          
                                                               OSCAR
                                                   Simmons in brain research wants to 
                                                   test their breakthrough in telepathy 
                                                   on James Fenwick.
                          
                                                                                              CUT TO:
                          
                                         EXT. PLAZA, UCLA MEDICAL RESEARCH BUILDING - DAY (ONE 
                                         THOUSAND YEARS LATER)
                          
                                         Students and faculty move about on shoes that skim above the 
                                         surface.
                          
                                         SUBTITLE:  Year 3217 The plaza and surrounding buildings 
                                         look entirely different. Except the Research building looks 
                                         like it did in 2017.
                          
                                         INT. BLUE ROOM - DAY (YEAR 3217}
                          
                                         James Fenwick, still young, lies on a model 3217GX life 
                                         support table. He stares above at a hologram of AMANDA JESSICA 
                                         BARNES, news anchor and descendent of Amanda Barnes.
                          
                                                               AMANDA JESSICA BARNES
                                                   Tommorrow, finally new technology 
                                                   will  wake James Fenwick  from his 
                                                   1200 year deep sleep.
                          
                                                                                            FADE OUT:

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                            Re: Entries - Dog Days of Summer

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                            [B]Dog Day of Summer[/B]
                            
                            
                                           EXT. DESERT TOWN MAIN STREET -- DAY
                            
                                           Bright sun. Heat shimmers off the asphalt. Empty. Eerily 
                                           silent.
                            
                                           A '67 DODGE DART, still light blue where the gray desert 
                                           dust hasn't covered its surface, slowly rumbles up the street.
                            
                                           It pulls up in front of the LEROY'S MERCANTILE building as 
                                           the engine diesels to a rattling stop and then backfires.
                            
                                           The door creaks open as an avalanche of empty cans clank to 
                                           the ground.
                            
                                           LEE GRANT, 50s, sunglasses, face covered in scrag, windblown, 
                                           shaggy hair, wearing faded blue jeans, and a gray t-shirt, 
                                           emerges and peers up and down the street.
                            
                                           Searching. Hunting.
                            
                                           He flips the sunglasses onto the dashboard. One eye is light 
                                           blue, the other light gray. He cocks his head and sniffs. 
                                           Then jumps when a small PUP quietly snuffles his way up to 
                                           the hot water and anti-freeze leaking from his car.
                            
                                           The pup yelps as he tries to lap up the hot liquid.
                            
                                                                 LEE
                                                          (snarling)
                                                     Get the hell out of here ... dog.
                            
                                           The pup growls, but backs away and disappears into the open 
                                           door of the Mercantile, yipping wildly once inside.
                            
                                           Lee reaches into the Dart and pulls out ammunition belts, 
                                           with multiple pistols attached. He slings them over his 
                                           shoulders and then reaches for his medieval GREAT SWORD.
                            
                                           He stands ... waiting.
                            
                                           SNARLS and movement in the shadows of the doorways. Shuffling 
                                           feet. Sniffing and snuffling.
                            
                                                                 LEE
                                                     I smell your fear, cowardly curs.
                            
                                           A GREAT DANE, eyes bloodshot red, flanked by two scarred but 
                                           huge PIT BULLS emerges. He's in no hurry.
                            
                                           Hundreds of DOGS of all breeds and sizes encircle Lee, closing 
                                           in on him, snarling, their mouths dripping saliva.
                            
                                           They quietly tighten the noose.
                            
                                           A lull.
                            
                                           DEADLY SILENCE.
                            
                                           Lee spins in SLOW MOTION, noting the position of each of the 
                                           closest dogs. He sheaths the sword and pulls out two of his 
                                           pistols.
                            
                                           The Great Dane snarls and leaps ... and flops to the ground, 
                                           his head a bloody mess.
                            
                                           Lee is spinning, shooting, killing and throwing each pistol 
                                           into the car as it runs out of ammo.
                            
                                           There's too many. Pistols empty. Sword in hand. Spinning 
                                           slicing, dicing ... blood spraying.
                            
                                           Then a bite and another -- ripping flesh, Lee's screams of 
                                           pain among the snarling and growling ...
                            
                                           Inundated.
                            
                                           Lee yanks his way into the car as the dogs slam into its 
                                           sides and windows. A car shaped, writhing mass of snarling, 
                                           and frothing dogs.
                            
                                           The Dart sputters and backfires but won't start. A chunk of 
                                           flesh is ripped from Lee's left arm as dog leaps into the 
                                           window.
                            
                                           Finally the car roars to a start. Lee slams his fist into 
                                           the mouth of a dog with its body half in his car, then guns 
                                           the Dart. It thumps up and down over the dogs, leaving a 
                                           trail of blood and guts as it picks up speed and squeals its 
                                           way out of town.
                            
                                           EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY -- DAY
                            
                                           A raw, bleeding mess of exposed flesh and bone, Lee has passed 
                                           out. His head flopped over the steering wheel. Shallow breaths 
                                           are the only indication that he is alive.
                            
                                           EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY -- NIGHT
                            
                                           A BLOOD RED FULL MOON.
                            
                                           The Dart is empty.
                            
                                           EXT. DESERT TOWN MAIN STREET -- NIGHT
                            
                                           CELEBRATION.
                            
                                           The street is full of milling and laughing MEN and WOMEN. 
                                           Most hold beers in their hands, drinking ... bragging.
                            
                                                                 MAN
                                                          (spitting)
                                                     Scourge of the desert? Food for the 
                                                     maggots, more like.
                            
                                                                 WOMAN
                                                          (laughing)
                                                     Lee Grant, piss ant.
                            
                                           Drunken laughter.
                            
                                           Then ...
                            
                                                                 WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
                                                          (screaming)
                                                     He's dead! DEAD!
                            
                                           The crowd, suddenly sober, rushes up the street.
                            
                                           A MAN lying on the road, his throat ripped out, blood flowing.
                            
                                           SUDDEN PANIC.
                            
                                           In the shadows on the outskirts of town, a WOLF, its eyes 
                                           reflecting the moon's light in two distinct colors, snarls 
                                           quietly and slinks into the shadows, moving deeper into town. 
                                           Stalking its prey.

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