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  • #16
    Re: Halloween entries

    Here, gentle reader, we must explain that an overworked DDer with no time to edit could not trim his script to the necessary 8 pages before the deadline. It's up to you whether you read the conclusion of NIGHT OF THE PUMPKINS.

    Code:
    NIGHT OF THE PUMPKINS continued
    
    
    INT. CROOKED OLD CHURCH - EVENING
    
    Billy sits quietly watching as the stained glass loses its
    gleam. Josh paces, pensively, also keenly watching as the
    daylight drains away...
    
    Billy swivels towards Josh...
    
                          BILLY
              What exactly did you see back there
              in town Josh?
    
                          JOSH
              Later, I'm going out for more gear.
    
    One hour later. The church is dark and quiet. The windows
    glow an eerie blue now. A pumpkin FLICKERS on an old table
    by the churches doors.
    
                          JOSH (CONT'D)
              We're going to be up against it if
              they ever make it out here.
    
                          BILLY
                  (fixin' Josh)
              What the heck happened back there
              Josh?
    
    Heavy beat.   Josh sits down.
    
                          JOSH
                  (somber, really taking-
                   his-time)
              It all began at the Mini-mall and
              spewed out. I never saw all that...
              but "Old Joe's Fruit and Veg" shop
              just, well, they suddenly appeared
              outside and attacked the customers,
              people got trampled on... then these
              crazy pumpkin-type-people went on
              the rampage, turning over stalls,
              smashing shop windows, It was mostly
              all a blur, I ran, got out, like in
              a dream, then I saw Sammy Traymour
              on the corner, last time I remember
              seeing Sammy was in 4th Grade math,
              now he's got a pumpkin for a head...
              instead of just a protractor.
    
                          BILLY
              It sounds crazy.
    
                          JOSH
                  (weary)
              It was. It really was crazy man.
    
    The THROATY SOUND of a truck CHANGING GEARS every few
    seconds...
    
                          JOSH (CONT'D)
              Oh what now man?
    
    Billy stands up.
    
                          JOSH (CONT'D)
              Grab that flashlight.
    
                          BILLY
              What you takin'?
    
                          JOSH
              This will do I guess!
    
    
    EXT. CROOKED OLD CHURCH - OUT FRONT - MOMENTS LATER
    
    A WHITE VAN scorches through the gravel and skids to a halt...
    an old security lamp WINKS ON and for a moment the van glows
    like an angel.
    
    Josh timidly pushes open the large oak doors and barrels out
    until he's standing square on to the truck. He carefully
    aims the rifle.
    
                          JOSH
                  (timidly, harsh whisper)
              Who's out there?
    
                          TROY
              Don't shoot man!
    
    
    INT. OLD CHURCH - FRONT OF PEWS - MOMENTS LATER
    
    Troy pacing, hiding under his ORANGE PEAK CAP, occasionally
    he flashes a worried look at the others.
    
                          TROY
              How is that possible? I mean...
              pumpkins... for heads?
    
                          JOSH
              Somebody must know? I thought pumpkins
              were meant to protect us, warn-off
              demons and s**t?
    
                          TROY
                  (to himself)
              I don't know. I just-
    
                          BILLY
              I don't know exactly how I know this
              but I just do. They're taking some
              kind of revenge.... it's something
              we've all done?
    
                          TROY
                  (nervous-as-hell)
              Such as?
    
                          BILLY
              I don't know. I thought you were
              supposed to know about pumpkins?
    
    Billy sniffs.
    
                          BILLY (CONT'D)
              What could be behind all this Troy?
    
    Troy flashes them both an awkward glance.
    
                          JOSH
              What is it Troy?   You know something?
    
    Troy moves swiftly away.
    
                          TROY
              It's ridiculous but-
    
                           BILLY
               What is it Troy?
    
                           TROY
               I never thought it could come to
               this?
    
                           JOSH
               Tell us... what-do-you-know?
    
                           TROY
               It was so expensive... the growers
               just wanted too much, continually
               pushing up prices...
    
                            BILLY
               Come on Troy! We're fast running
               out of time!
    
                           TROY
               Okay. This isn't easy. It began a
               year ago. I was taking pumpkins out
               of town dumps...
                   (pauses, watchin' for
                    a reaction...)
               the day after Halloween... and
               pureeing them.
    
    Silence.
    
                           JOSH
               Jeez...
    
                           TROY
               It was easy, nobody cared man!
    
                           JOSH
               Where and when exactly were you doing
               this Troy?
    
                           TROY
               I had workers in other states at our
               sister businesses doing multiple
               shifts for two days, early mornings,
               mostly.
    
                           BILLY
               S**t, they are taking revenge.
                   (mumbling to himself)
               They have all that evil... all the
               evil that visits every doorstep on
               Halloween night absorbed into 'em.
               That's how they repel evil.
    
                           TROY
                   (overhearing; to Billy)
               How's that?
    
                           JOSH
               Listen! Pumpkins have been protecting
               us for like hundreds of years, we've
               just forgotten that's all!
    
    Billy's eyes widen.
    
                           JOSH (CONT'D)
               We slowly turned 'em into a joke, a
               Jack O' Lantern joke, it's not just
               a doorstep decoration, all this time
               they were keeping us safe!
    
                           BILLY
               That's it. Troy, your puree...
               it's like... possessed.
    
    Heavy beat.
    
                           TROY
                   (indignant,)
               That's... absurd!!
    
    Silence.
    
                           JOSH
               You did it dude... you turned people
               into evil pumpkin-men and women by
               feeding them your damn vitamin drink!
    
                           BILLY
               ... and all for a buck.
    
                           TROY
               Not everybody...okay, so lots of
               people drink my puree. But-
    
                           BILLY
                   (to himself)
               Evil puree in a tin, who'd have
               guessed it would lead to Pumpkin...
               Zombies?
    
    Josh moves away.
    
                           JOSH
                   (thinking out loud)
               Too much of a mouthful... we must
               find a really cool name for them?
    
                          TROY
              I never knew. I really didn't.
              Never, I -
    
    Josh pacing in deep reflection, his eyes faintly crazed and
    aglow as he watches the pumpkin flicker in the corner.
    
                          JOSH
                  (trying combo's)
              Zombie ...Pumpkin... Zombie... Zom...
              Pump... Pump-Monster...
    
    Josh kicks the floor.
    
                          JOSH (CONT'D)
              No...too corny... Pump-Zombies... no
              ... no good... Zomps...yes... "the
              ZOMPS!!!"
    
    Billy hears.
    
                          BILLY
              What's that Josh?
    
                          JOSH
              "Zomps" ha ha ... "the Zomps!"
    
                          BILLY
              Is it really necessary to name them?
    
    Troy sits down on a pew.   Calmer.   Josh spins around.
    
                          JOSH
              Listen... every new fiend, zombie...
              ghost, ghoul ... needs a name!
    
                          TROY
              It sounds pretty cool.
    
    Billy wanders off.
    
                            JOSH
              ZOMPS!!!!
    
                          BILLY
              Okay, we get it Josh.
    
                          TROY
                  (nervous-as-hell)
              No... look... over by the church
              doors... we've unwittingly let them
              in!
    
    Panicked fumbling for WEAPONS and TOOLS, confusion abounds...
    Josh prematurely unloads his rifle at the ZOMP framing the
    church door... it appears to be what was once Mr McGregor,
    the Scottish butcher, and he's still got that damn MEAT
    CLEAVER dangling by his side, the bullets do nothing, passing
    through with a squelch, a glancing head shot, nothing, the
    ZOMP closing, steady in his tracks, Billy is frozen,
    terrified.
    
    WHEN...
    
    WHAAAAAAACK!!!
    
    The ZOMP collapses... onto its knees... and then tumbles on
    its face. Troy standing over it... grinning as he calmly
    withdraws an iron spike from the body... yellow ooze begins
    to bubble-up out of the ZOMP... but it's still twitching...
    when Josh steps in and CLEAVES the ZOMP'S head in half with
    an entrenching tool.
    
                          JOSH
              Okay... so at least we now know how
              to kill them.
    
                          BILLY
              You just slaughtered Mr McGregor!
    
                          JOSH
              So what? Listen ... that can't be
              it... there must be more of them?
    
    Groans and other WEIRD NOISES echo around the fringes of the
    church.
    
                          BILLY
                  (to Josh)
              You're actually enjoying this.
    
                          JOSH
              Billy, it's not like that, I, I
              just... damn, THEY'RE HERE!!!
    
    MONTAGE/SLO-MO/WEIRD VISUALS
    
    Josh slides in two extra rounds... the church slowly fills
    up with a grey smoke during this poorly blocked out scene...
    a BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM from somewhere... Josh shouts from
    somewhere within the smoke "we got ZOMPS in the wire!!!"...
    
    as we momentarily glimpse Billy fighting a ZOMP over a pew
    ... the ZOMP has him by his long lank hair and is pulling
    him around in circles ... Josh arrives and swings low and
    upward with his gleaming trench spade... cleaving the ZOMPs
    head in two. Now on Billy as he runs around the church
    SCREAMING in mock terror... a ZOMP, it's what was once Deputy
    Wallace ... on his tail ... the ZOMP nearly on him but it
    slips in some pumpkin ooze...
    
    Billy sees his chance and grabs a PICKAXE out of the pile
    and on the turn drives it straight into the ZOMPS face ...
    the SPLAAAAAAT gives way to a pause... as Billy stares down
    he suddenly feels empowered ... however ... less of that ...
    Troy now up on the altar ... (the smoke machine is out of
    control by now, it's flooding out the scene...) as he grabs
    the large GOLD BRASS BIRD and raising it above his head brings
    it down with a spine-chilling SPLAAAAAAT! Pumpkin seeds and
    ooze spray the camera. A hand appears and wipes it over.
    
                                                        CUT TO:
    
    SUPER:
    
                   The Day After, Halloween...
    
    
    INT. CROOKED OLD CHURCH - DAWN
    
    HEAVY MIST drifts under the church door (a hand hastily
    withdraws the intruding nozzle of a smoke machine... ) as we
    pan around.
    
    Pews turned over... limply lying inside one pew Billy is
    spread flat out... is he dead?
    
    Troy is curled up by the altar still clutching onto the brass
    bird...
    
    Where is Josh?   Suddenly, a ZOMP sits upright...
    
    Josh appears from under the SQUELCHING pumpkin head ... he
    immediately begins wiping his Hawaiian shirt down in disgust,
    picking off chunks of pumpkin and yellow ooze...
    
    Troy opens his eyes, Billy begins to stir...
    
    
    EXT. TOWN DUMP - MIDDAY
    
    THREE SMUG HEROES sit quietly in Josh's FLAME ORANGE WAGON
    listening serenely to "Born in the USA".
    
    Slowly, almost reverentially, they alight... hopping down a
    steep slippery bank deposited with the waste-product of
    shattered pumpkins.
    
                          JOSH
              That was it dudes... the first ever
              Pumpkin-uprising.
                  (tipping his head
                   down)
              Or is that Apocalypse,
                  (nervously,)
              Which sounds better guys?
    
    Billy sighs.
    
                          JOSH (CONT'D)
                  (Eric Cartman voice,)
              Will we ever see another one in our
              lifetime? Amen.
    
    The other two shoot him a short weird glance and grudgingly
    acquiesce!
    
    A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY...
    
    The GROAN of a GARBAGE TRUCK unloading pumpkins, the familiar
    tumbling, rolling, ooze-flowing spectacle is already
    underway...
    
    BACK ON THE GANG
    
    Billy opens out his WHITE SHEET to reveal a PUMPKIN... now
    blackened about the eyes...
    
    He exhales deeply and lets it roll down into the dump where
    it joins an ANONYMOUS HEAP.
    
                          BILLY
              'til next year.
    
                          JOSH/TROY
              Yeah.
    
                          BILLY
              Maybe it did protect us, after all?
    
    They turn in silent union and retreat.
    
    We remain... a wind strikes up and a few leaves scatter as
    we search for the pumpkin... quickly panning amidst the split
    garbage sacks, scooting over disposable vampire capes...
    discarded cheap plastic Halloween masks, until we suddenly
    notice a...
    
                                  SMASH TO BLACK OVER LOUD MUSIC.
    
    [end]
    Last edited by dpaterso; 11-01-2012, 01:37 PM.

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    • #17
      Re: Halloween entries

      Code:
      HALLOWEEN IN ENCINO
      
      
      FADE IN:
      
      EXT. MOBILE HOME - ENCINO, NEW MEXICO - DAY
      
      The tiny community of Encino, New Mexico is very nearly a ghost town.
      Half the buildings in town are boarded up or are falling apart. The
      trees are dead, but the tumbleweeds are hale and hearty. Maybe 100
      people live here, down from its heyday when about 300 people lived
      here.
      
      Behind a defunct gas station, behind a pair of slowly oxidizing junk
      trucks, beneath a gnarled cottonwood tree, stands an old mobile home.
      In the yard of the home is a small pink plastic tricycle.
      
      
      INT. MOBILE HOME - DAY
      
      BARB ADAMS, a tragic-looking woman in her 30's, brushes the hair out
      of her eyes as she tosses the remains of a TV dinner in the trash.
      Her daughter COURTNEY, a precious blonde 4-year-old, BABBLES to
      herself as she plays with an old baby doll in the living room.
      
      The phone RINGS; Barb picks it up.
      
                                 BARB
                      Hello?
      
                                 VOICE ON PHONE
                      Yeah, Barb, it's Mert. Claudio
                      got hisself thrown in jail in Las
                      Cruces and I'm going to need you
                      to come into the station tonight.
      
      Just then, there is a KNOCK at the door.
      
                                 BARB
                      Just a minute!
                           (into phone)
                      I can't come in! I don't have anyone
                      to watch Courtney!
      
      
                                 VOICE ON PHONE
                      Not my problem. Come in tonight or
                      you don't work here anymore.
      
      CLICK.
      
      Barb stares at the phone in disbelief.
      
      There is another KNOCK at the door.
      
                                   BARB
                      All right!    Hold your horses!
      
      She takes a moment to push back the tears that are trying to come out.
      
      Then she answers the door.
      
                                   BARB
                      Yeah?
      
      Standing on the other side of the door is WADE. Wade is a skuzzy-
      looking man in a dirty plaid shirt. He is a huge man, six and a half
      feet tall, and his rats-nest hair and dirty, stringy beard are the
      color of sand.
      
      The skin on his face is windburned, and his knuckles are scabby. His
      jeans are filthy with unidentifiable stains. Scarier still are his
      eyes. They are empty, expressionless gray eyes. They don't even
      point in the same direction.
      
                                 WADE
                      Hi. I'm a little down on my
                      luck and I was wondering if you
                      could help me out.
      
      His voice is odd, too.   Quiet, flat, emotionless.
      
                                 BARB
                      I'm sorry, I don't have any
                      money at all.
      
      Courtney comes to the door and hides behind her mother's legs.  She
      looks up at the big man with her wide, precious eyes.
      
                                 COURTNEY
                      Mommy, who's that?
      
      Wade swivels his head and looks down at her.      His expression doesn't
      change at all, but his pinkie twitches.
      
                                 BARB
                      Not now, honey.
      
                                 WADE
                      I'd appreciate anything you
                      can give me, anything at all.
      
                                 BARB
                      I told you, I don't have any
                      money.
      
                                 WADE
                      How about a glass of water? I
                      sure could use a glass of water.
      
                                 COURTNEY
                      Mommy, is that man thirsty?
                      Princess Polly says that man is
                      thirsty and we should invite him
                      to tea.
      
                                 BARB
                      Honey, go to your room and play.
                      Right now.
      
      Courtney grabs Princess Polly and goes skipping off to her room.
      
                                 BARB
                      Okay, I'll get you some water.
                      Wait here, okay?
      
      She turns to go to the kitchen sink, and Wade follows her in.   He
      makes himself at home on the couch.
      
      Barb is annoyed by this. She draws him a glass - that is, a plastic
      cup -- of water and hands it to him. He sips it casually, and she
      stands in front of him with her arms crossed.
      
                                 WADE
                      Am I keeping you from something?
      
                                 BARB
                      As a matter of fact you are.
      
      Courtney comes zooming out of her room, holding her doll, blowing a
      RASPBERRY and imitating an airplane with her arms.
      
                                     COURTNEY
                        Hi, Mommy!    Hi, Mr. Man!
      
      She zooms away.
      
                                   WADE
                        Precious little girl you got there.
      
                                   BARB
                        You've had your water.       Now it's
                        time for you to leave.
      
      Courtney airplanes back into the room.
      
                                   COURTNEY
                        Mommy, is the man going to take
                        care of me while you go in to work?
      
                                   BARB
                        No honey, he was just leaving.
      
                                   COURTNEY
                        Please can he stay? Princess Polly
                        says he's nice. Don't you princess.
      
      She holds her baby doll up to Wade's face and makes a big SMOOCH.
      
                                   WADE
                        It's no trouble, really.  I like kids.
      
      She stands there, looking at her daughter and the big shaggy drifter
      with the scabby knuckles.
      
      Then she shrugs her shoulders, grabs her keys and is out the door.
      
                                   BARB
                        Bedtime is at eight thirty.  I'll
                        be back by eleven thirty.
      
      
      INT. CONOCO STATION AT THE EDGE OF TOWN - NIGHT
      
      Barb sits behind the counter. The clock on the wall reads 10:10.
      Outside, a cold wind HOWLS through the branches of the dead trees.
      
      It is quiet.   Barb looks at the clock, and then at a soap opera
      magazine.
      
      A lone car drives by outside, and does not stop.
      
      She looks at the clock again.  10:11.
      
      Another car pulls in and stops.    It is a black and white New Mexico
      State Police cruiser.
      
      The bell over the door RINGS as OFFICER BOONE walks in.
      
                                  OFFICER BOONE
                       Evenin', Barb. Where's Claudio?
      
                                  BARB
                       In jail in Cruces.  Drunken fool.
      
                                  OFFICER BOONE
                       Isn't your mom in the hospital?
                       Who's watching Courtney?
      
                                  BARB
                       Oh, I found a sitter.
      
                                  OFFICER BOONE
                       Hope it's someone you know. We
                       just got a call about a home invasion
                       and triple homicide in Tijeras.
                       Suspect is a drifter, seems to have
                       up and disappeared.
      
      Indistinct COP CHATTER barks over Officer Boone 's walkie talkie.    He
      pushes the button on his shoulder-mounted comm unit.
      
                                  OFFICER BOONE
                            (into mike)
                       Copy that. ETA thirty minutes.
                            (to Barb)
                       I've got to run. Take care.
      
      Boone leaves, and hops in his car. He flips on his light bar, and the
      car PEELS OUT as it leaves the station.
      
      Barb's face is a mask of anxiety. She looks up at the clock. 10:13.
      She sighs heavily, and tries to read her soap opera magazine once
      again.
      
      
      EXT. MOBILE HOME - NIGHT
      
      The wind HOWLS through the branches of the cottonwood tree. The
      plastic tricycle lies on its side. There are no lights on in the
      house, but the door is open, and RATTLING in the wind.
      
      Barb walks swiftly towards the house; when she sees the door open, she
      breaks into a run.
      
      
      INT. MOBILE HOME - NIGHT
      
      Barb turns on the light. The place is a disaster; the furniture is
      broken and overturned, there are gaping holes in the wall with
      insulation coming out, the light fixture hangs halfway down, dangling
      by wires.
      
      The frigde is open the contents are on the floor. Every dish and
      glass is on the floor, and the door of the microwave is shattered, as
      is the television screen.
      
      Worse still, there are bloodstains everywhere.  The carpet.   The
      furniture. The curtains.
      
      Barb takes one step, and the carpet squishes beneath her sneaker.
      
      She is speechless with horror. She reaches down and pulls up a blood-
      soaked rag; it is a little girl's shirt.
      
                                 BARB
                      Oh my God. . . Courtney!!
      
      She sees something else, and picks it up. It is a large scabby hand
      in a plaid shirt sleeve. The other end has been chewed to drippy
      threads. Barb looks like she's about to puke.
      
      Just then, Courtney wanders out, wearing her pristine white one-piece
      jammies with footies on them.
      
      In her arms is her doll, Princess Polly.    Princess Polly has a large
      red smear across her mouth.
      
                                   COURTNEY
                      Hi Mommy.    Mommy? Are you OK?
      
      Barb catches Courtney up in her arms, CRYING with relief.
      
                                 BARB
                      Hi sweetie. Mommy's just glad
                      to see you.
      
      Courtney snuggles into her mom's arms, still looking sleepy.
      
                                 BARB
                      Courtney, honey? What happened
                      to the man? What happened to the
                      house?
      
                                 COURTNEY
                      I don't know, Mommy.
      
                                 BARB
                      What is this on Princess Polly's
                      mouth, honey?
      
                                 COURTNEY
                      Princess Polly told me she was
                      hungry and she wanted a snack.
      
                                 BARB
                      And what about you, honey?   Is my
                      little Courtney hungry?
      
                                   COURTNEY
                      No, Mommy.    I'm full.
      
      She falls asleep on her mother's shoulder.
      
      FADE OUT.
      
      [end]

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      • #18
        Re: Halloween entries

        Code:
        SIREN
        
        
        EXT. STORMY SEAS - NIGHT
        
        A hurricane-level storm in the middle of the ocean.
        
        Wind so powerful it TEARS THE TOPS OFF thirty foot waves in
        EXPLOSIONS OF WHITE FROTH.
        
        In the midst of the chaos an enormous
        
        CRUISE SHIP
        
        navigates through the storm.
        
        
        INT. SHIP'S CORRIDOR - NIGHT
        
        An elegant hallway with PORTHOLES set every ten feet.  Thick
        blue carpet, gold frames around the portholes.
        
        Red plastic PUMPKINS and black ribbon SKELETONS are
        stretched along the wall.
        
        The hallway suddenly TILTS SIDEWAYS VIOLENTLY, then rocks
        back.
        
        Halfway down the hall stand JOHN and BOB, both wearing CRISP
        WHITE SAILOR'S UNIFORMS, legs braced against the pitching
        hallway
        
                            BOB
                  This is stupid.
        
                            JOHN
                  Your opinion's been noted.
        
                            BOB
                  Really stupid.
        
                            JOHN
                  Believe what you want boyo, but you
                  work on one of these long as I have
                  and you'll understand.
        
                            BOB
                  I do understand. It's time to haze
                  the new guy.
                       (CRACK of lightning, THUNDER
                       rumbles through the hallway)
                  Back in college they had me dip my
                  dick in chocolate then a tank full
                  of ants. I get it.
        
        John's eyes narrow.
        
                            JOHN
                  No. You don't.
                       (beat)
                  It's your first Halloween on board
                  a ship at sea.
        
        Bob walks over to a PORTHOLE, peers out at the CHURNING
        OCEAN.
        
                            BOB
                  Yeah I guess. Storm's going to ruin
                  the party isn't it?
        
        John pulls a SMALL PLASTIC BOX from his pocket.
        
                            JOHN
                  Yes. Are you ready?
        
                            BOB
                  What if the Mate calls for us?
        
        John pulls out his RADIO - points to two rows of SIX TINY
        BULBS set into it.
        
                            JOHN
                  Morse code.
        
                            BOB
                  I don't speak code. And this is a
                  long way to go for a joke.
        
                            JOHN
                  This isn't a goddamn joke boyo. And
                  what kind of sailor doesn't know
                  Morse code? Now are you ready?
        
                            BOB
                  Sure. Whatever.
        
        John opens the box revealing a SOFT MOUND OF COTTON. He
        takes out a finger full, ROLLS IT INTO A BALL, and carefully
        INSERTS IT INTO HIS EAR.
        
        Bob snorts, then does the same.
        
                            JOHN
                  Stick it in deep now.
                       (voice fades, become bassy)
                  Deeper now. Until you can't--
        
        John mouths words but we can't hear the rest.
        
        A FLASH OF LIGHTNING and the hallway TILTS VIOLENTLY.
        
        BOB FALLS against the wall, FACE THUDDING into a PORTHOLE as
        the ship turns almost sideways.
        
        A terrifying frozen moment, Bob's face FLUSH AGAINST THE
        GLASS, before the ship straightens again.
        
                            BOB
                  Motherf**ker!
        
        He fumbles in his ears, pulls out the cotton.
        
        The STORM IS LOUDER now, the WIND SCREAMING, while in the
        depths of the ship METAL GROANS.
        
                            BOB (cont'd)
                  Did you f**king see that?!
        
                            JOHN
                  Put those back in damn you! Put
                  them back in!
        
                            BOB
                       (dazed)
                  Jesus Christ, she almost threw us.
        
        John points at his ears, face furious.
        
                            BOB (cont'd)
                  Well take them out!
        
        John shakes his head.
        
                            BOB (cont'd)
                  We almost flipped you a**hole, I
                  don't have time for some Goddamn
                  Halloween game!
        
        A door in front of them suddenly BURSTS OPEN, and SIX
        DRUNKEN REVELERS stumble in.
        
                            BOB (cont'd)
                  People you all need to be in your
                  rooms right now!
        
        One of the girls falls and Bob helps her up.
        
                            GIRL
                  I'm going to be sick.
                            BOB
                  Where are your rooms?
        
                            GUY
                  There, they're right there.
        
        Bob herds the group into one of the rooms, SLAMS THE DOOR
        SHUT. Turns and sees John FROZEN, eyes on his RADIO.
        
        The BULBS are FLASHING a PATTERN OF LIGHTS.
        
        John looks up, face white, terrified.
        
                               JOHN
                  Level 12B.
        
                            BOB
                  What about it? That's below us
                  isn't it?
        
        John takes out his COTTON BOX but Bob's SWATS IT out of his
        hand.
        
                               BOB (cont'd)
                  No.
        
                            JOHN
                  Fine. Then you stay here.
                               BOB
                  I'm not--
        
        John's LUNGES FORWARD and SHOVES Bob violently against the
        wall.
        
                            JOHN
                  You f**king stay here! Understand
                  boyo? YOU. STAY. HERE!
        
                            BOB
                  Jesus Christ ok. I'll f**king stay.
        
        John studies him for a moment longer, then shakes his head
        and exits through a door.
        
        The SHIP PITCHES and the LIGHTS FLICKER in the hallway. Bob
        looks up.
        
                            BOB (cont'd)
                  That's not good.
        
        He moves to the door John left through, eases it open to
        reveal
        
        A STAIRWELL
        
        He steps in and descends, holding tight to the railing as
        the SHIP ROCKS violently.
        
        Two flights down he stops at a door with
        
        LEVEL 12B
        
        written on it.
        
        He opens it, steps into
        
        A DARK HALLWAY
        
        It's pitch black.
        
        A BURST OF LIGHTNING reveals a LONG CURVING HALLWAY
        stretching in both directions.
        
        He turns on a FLASHLIGHT, then takes out a RADIO and lifts
        it to his mouth.
        
                              BOB (cont'd)
                    Central, this is Support. I'm on
                    Level 12B. There's no electricity.
                         (beat)
                    Central?
        
        Bob studies his radio, notices the MORSE CODE BUTTONS ARE
        FLASHING.
        
                              BOB (cont'd)
                    What the f**k...
        
        Another LIGHTNING FLASH fills the hall with juddering light
        when suddenly--
        
        We hear MUSIC.
        
        It's faint...
        
        ...fading in and out...
        
        A soft melody barely audible over the storm.
        
        Bob's inches forward and the MUSIC GROWS LOUDER, the MELODY
        CLEARER, until he stops in front of
        
        ROOM 39.
        
        He lays his HEAD FLUSH against the WOOD and CLOSES HIS EYES
        as THE MUSIC SOARS.
        
        It's a WOMAN'S VOICE, singing her heart out, the once simple
        melody now a COMPLEX SURGING ARIA.
        
        It's the most beautiful music he's ever heard.
        
        He looks down and sees WATER LAPPING out from under the door
        in SMALL WAVES.
        
        His hand dips into his pocket, pulls out his KEYCARD.
        
        He opens the door.
        
        
        INT. ROOM 39 - NIGHT
        
        The ROAR OF THE STORM is unchecked in here.
        
        A lavish stateroom with its BALCONY DOORS WIDE OPEN and the
        
        STORM BEYOND
        
        visible over the railing.
        
        THIRTY FOOT WAVES with FROTHING WHITE CRESTS slam into the
        ship, and the WIND IS A DEAFENING HOWL.
        
        But Bob's attention is on one thing.
        
        On the balcony stands
        
        A WOMAN
        
        NAKED, leaning casually against the railing.
        
        Watching the storm.
        
        She's BEAUTIFUL, VOLUPTUOUS, hair midnight black and
        FLOATING GENTLY around her head, as though she's underwater.
        
        She TURNS and looks back at him and we know SHE'S THE
        SINGER.
        
        Her throat throbs as she smiles at him, as she sings her
        perfect song.
        
        She TURNS FULLY AROUND now, naked body facing him, SONG
        CALLING to him.
        
        She lifts one hand languorously and Bob JERKS FORWARD as
        though attached to wires.
        
        Step by step, closer and closer, until he stands on the edge
        of the balcony.
        
        The world beyond is SEETHING CHAOS, but the girl stands
        PERFECTLY BALANCED, RED LIPS parted.
        
        AND ALWAYS THE SONG.
        
        He steps onto
        
        THE BALCONY and--
        
        --RAINWATER SLASHES HIM--
        
        --but he continues, eyes on the GIRL--
        
        --only a FEW STEPS LEFT, and he LIFTS ONE HAND, fingers
        stretching TOWARDS HER just as he's--
        
        --TACKLED VICIOUSLY FROM BEHIND.
        
        VOICES YELLING as he goes down, as he's DRAGGED BACKWARDS.
        
        Looks up and sees John and another sailor HOLDING HIM TIGHT.
        
        There's MORE SAILORS now, with LONG JAGGED BOAT HOOKS that
        they WAVE WILDLY at the girl.
        
        The Sailors separate and CAPTAIN JAMES steps through,
        BRISTLING WHITE BEARD, eyes narrow with determination.
        
        The Girl SCREAMS, her voice IMPOSSIBLY LOUD and Bob screams
        as he COVERS HIS EARS.
        
        THE CAPTAIN lifts a PISTOL and the girl disappears and in
        her place a
        
        BEAST APPEARS
        
        The lower half the BODY OF A FISH, at least four meters
        long, while a WOMAN'S NAKED UPPER HALF, seemingly MELTED
        into the enormous fish body, REARS HIGH ABOVE.
        
                            CAPTAIN JAMES
                  BEGONE SIREN!
        
        He FIRES HIS GUN and in A BLINDING FLASH of LIGHTNING the
        BEAST IS GONE, the METAL RAILING BEHIND HER MANGLED.
        
        On the floor Bob sobs uncontrollably as John rocks him in
        his arms.
        
                            JOHN
                  Shh now boyo, it's over. You've
                  been christened you see. And you'll
                  always know now. You'll always
                  know.
        
        [end]
        Last edited by dpaterso; 11-01-2012, 11:57 PM.

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