Re: Entries - Halloween 2013 contest
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[b]THE REUNION[/b] FADE IN: EXT. NEW YORK - EAST 85TH STREET - NIGHT Ritzy brown apartments and townhouses abound. Fallen leaves carpet the ground. The cold streets are barren, except for-- THREE BOYS donning Halloween costumes moving down the sidewalk. On the left is RANDY (10), chubby. His Spiderman outfit can barely contain his belly. In the middle: MIKE (10), average build. He wears the EXACT SAME Spiderman outfit as Randy. Last is TOBY (8), puny. He dons a Bale-esque Batman costume; its pointy ears much too large for his head. TOBY Randy, why are we so far uptown? RANDY I'm telling you, the rich folks here give out wads of cash, Faberge eggs, all sorts of neat stuff. Toby looks a bit worried by the desolate surroundings. MIKE We've knocked on six doors so far and nothing. I bet it's these stupid costumes. Dammit, Randy, I told you I was going as Spiderman. RANDY I thought you were going as Aquaman. MIKE Aquaman's gay. TOBY I thought the Green Lantern was gay. MIKE They're all gay! RANDY I think it's kinda cool. I could be Spiderman, and you can be like bizarro Spiderman. MIKE If anyone's bizarro Spiderman, it's you. You come from the alternate reality where Peter Parker ate Mary Jane. RANDY Shut up, Mike. The streets grow eerily darker as the boys approach a row of busted lamp posts. Toby's face grows fearful. He acquires a gold necklace and locket, softly massaging it. Mike notices: MIKE Dude, you're still carrying that. TOBY ... Ya, so? Mike sighs. He abruptly halts. The other two brake as well. MIKE Toby, I liked your mom. She was cool as hell, but you're never gonna get over it if you keep carrying that thing around all day. It's been two years already. Toby looks dismal. MIKE (CONT'D) Look, you have to move on. Now promise me you'll leave that thing in your room and keep it there. Toby gets a little teary-eyed. He reluctantly nods in agreement. Mike and Randy move on. Toby flips open the locket, revealing a stunning 40-year-old blonde, beaming, holding a younger, laughing Toby. The boys pass by a shady, rundown candy store. The windows are boarded up. The decrepit lettering above reads "Tyrell's Treats." An additional two stories sit above. The trio halt. TOBY What is this place? Randy peers inside, pressing his belly up against the glass. MIKE Tyrell's Treats. Sounds familiar. RANDY Mike, there's still candy in here! A bunch of M&M's boxes are just laying on the counter! Without hesitation, Randy opens the rusty security gate and steps inside the death trap. MIKE Come on, Toby. We might get a score tonight after all. TOBY No. This place looks creepy. Let's just go. Mike steps inside. Toby stands frightened. A beat. He reluctantly follows Mike, clutching his 'lil necklace. INT. TYRELL'S TREATS - NIGHT The trio carefully move about the dilapidated store, BUMPING into a few dusty boxes. The air is noticeably musty. MIKE Toby, get your iphone light out. Toby acquires his blue iphone. He taps it, points the screen ahead. The trio gather around a filthy table. Randy looks puzzled. A few ancient M&M's cartons lay on the counter. MIKE (CONT'D) Some score this is. Always thinkin' with your stomach. He SLAPS Randy upside the head. Randy winces in pain. Mike moves for the door. He TUGS on the gate -- jammed. He motions for assistance. The three boys GRIMACE as they pull with all their might. Suddenly, CRACK. The handle breaks free. The trio TUMBLE to the floor. They dust themselves off. MIKE (CONT'D) There's gotta be a back door. Mike forces Randy to lead the way. Toby holds up his iphone. The boys brake at a dusty portrait on the wall. It's of a bearded man (50's) wearing a candy store apron. He's posing with some kids -- joyless expressions etched on their faces. MIKE (CONT'D) I remember now. This was Old Man Tyrell's shop. Psycho used this place to lure kids. Strangled a bunch of 'em back in the 70's. TOBY Stop it, Mike. You're scaring me. MIKE Jesus, relax, he's dead. He got the chair back in eighty-two. INT. TYRELL'S TREATS - 1ST FLOOR HALLWAY The trio TUG on a few grimy wooden doors, but all are locked. A staircase leads upstairs. A steel wireframe gate stands between them. MIKE We'll get out the fire escape. Just as Mike opens the gate, an icy BREEZE moves through the hallway. The three look at one another, a bit worried. INT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY More wireframe mesh lines the walls. The trio tiptoe along. They spot flickering lights escaping from underneath a door. RANDY Is someone still living here? MIKE Maybe Meth addicts. But I doubt it. Mike JIGGLES the knob, swings open the mysterious door. INT. LAB The boys step inside, astonished by the sight ahead of them. Pulsating white lights reflect off their faces. It's a dim, makeshift science lab. Monitoring stations, oscilloscopes and old IBM computer screens abound. A large, gold Victorian mirror stands in the center of the room. Thousands of multi-colored wires are hooked up to its frame; half lead to readouts, half to bulky generators. TOBY What is this place? Unbeknownst to the boys, the door behind them silently swings closed, revealing a DARK FIGURE standing in the corner. DARK FIGURE I'm glad you could make it, boys. The startled boys spin around, hugging one another in fright. Out from the shadows steps JOE TYRELL (40), scruff. He hasn't bathed in ages. He's a spitting image of his pops. He wears an old mechanics outfit. MIKE Gee, I'm sorry, Mister. We didn't know anyone was livin' here. We'll just be on our way now-- JOE Why not stay for the big reunion. Dad's finally comin' home tonight. RANDY Dad? From where? JOE From hell of course. The boys turn to one another -- EEK. They promptly DASH for the door. Toby escapes, but Joe SNAGS Mike and Randy by the arms. The two boys try to wrestle away to no avail. INT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY Toby hunkers down in a corner, WEEPING from fright, clutching his beloved `lil necklace. INT. LAB Randy and Mike are bound with duct tape, wriggling on the floor. Joe hammers away on a filthy keyboard like a pro. MIKE Let us go you psycho! JOE Sorry, boys. I require human biological material of equal mass to complete the inter-dimensional exchange. Together, you boys should be about one-eigty. That'll do... All right. Here we go. He taps F10. A blur of obscure code scrolls down the screen. The generators rev up, BUZZING loudly. Oscilloscopes spike. Voltage readouts max out as-- Electricity begins to ARC across the surface of the mirror. Suddenly, WOOSH. The silver surface turns solid black, causing a RUSH of air. Loose papers swirl. The noise is DEAFENING. Joe checks his instruments. JOE (CONT'D) Pressure differential at the event horizon is a little bit more than I expected! But the semi-permeable membrane should keep it in check! Joe snags a macabre, leather-bound black tome and stands in front of the mirror/portal. He begins to CHANT in Latin: JOE (CONT'D) Amor vincit omnia! Semper fidelis! Caveat emptor! Aere perennius! TWO HELLISH HANDS begin to push though the portal's event horizon like it was made of black latex. Mike and Randy are FREAKED OUT. JOE (CONT'D) All right, boys. In ya go. Joe DRAGS them closer. Mike and Randy scream in terror: MIKE, RANDY Toby! Help! Please! INT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY Toby remains hunkered, paralyzed by fear. MIKE, RANDY (O.S.) Toby! Toby WEEPS, squeezing his precious necklace for dear life. TOBY Mama. Please. I need you. He holds the locket close to his heart. A warm beat. He summons up the courage... LEAPS forward. INT. LAB Toby BURSTS in. Joe's just about to toss Mike through the portal. TOBY Noo! Toby charges Joe. He tries to tackle him, but is violently THROWN to the floor. Toby pops back up. He approaches a computer terminal and begins mashing the keyboard. JOE Get away from there! Joe DROPS Mike. Randy quickly wraps a bundle of power cords around Joe's leg. As Joe moves for Toby, he trips, CRASHING to the floor. Joe's bloodshot eyes widen in terror. He looks behind him-- His foot has CROSSED THE EVENT HORIZON. He quickly tries to pull it out but is instead DRAGGED through the hellish portal with a BLOODCURDLING SCREAM. The cables attached to Joe's leg rapidly unspool and are TORN from their sockets. SPARKS RAIN DOWN. Instruments go berserk. Smoke billows from the chugging generators. Toby finds a box cutter and quickly cuts Mike and Randy free. MIKE We have to get outta here! This thing's gonna blow! INT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY The three boys race towards a boarded up window. Mike finds a 2x4 and hands it to Randy. He begins prying the board loose. Suddenly, a resounding THUD emerges from the lab -- SOMETHING HAS FALLEN OUT. The boys stare in fear down the strobing hallway as an old man, dressed in NYC prison unis steps into view -- It's OLD MAN TYRELL. He's dripping in pink goo, like he just came out of the womb. He stares at the boys. A terrifying beat. He STUMBLES towards them. The boys are boxed in. Tyrell closes in, now only a few steps away. Mike spots a severed power cable protruding from the wall. He pulls it out and jams it into Old Man Tyrell's gut, ELECTROCUTING him. He PLUMMETS to the ground, twitching. Randy finally pries off the plywood board. The boys climb onto the fire escape. EXT. TYRELL'S TREATS - ALLEY - NIGHT The trio hustle down the ladder. They finally reach ground. Toby frantically feels around his costume. TOBY Oh no! My necklace! I have to go back for it!-- MIKE Toby!... Let it go, dude. Toby looks up to the pulsating 2nd floor window. A somber beat. TOBY Bye mama. The three boys tear down the leaf-covered sidewalk. INT. LAB It's CHAOS. Generators are ablaze. Readouts flicker wildly. Dozens of hellish hands stretch the portal's black membrane. Toby's necklace lays in the foreground. The locket is open, revealing the warm image inside. Suddenly, the locket begins to GLOW WHITE HOT. The ivory aura spreads like a virus, ENGULFING the floor, walls, roof and equipment. Fade to white. INT. CAR - DAY Toby's DAD drives. He's 40ish, clean cut, all-American. A despondent Toby sits in the passenger seat. DAD I can't believe you. Breaking into condemned buildings. Almost being killed by some Meth addict. I knew those friends of yours were trouble. You're never to see those boys again. Understand? Toby remains dismal. Out the window, a massive crowd has gathered, blocking out E 85th Street. The sedan pulls over. EXT. TYRELL'S TREATS - DAY Toby snakes to the front of the mob -- bewildered expressions etched on their faces. He stands astonished by the scene. "Tyrell's Treats" is no more. The entire building has been overhauled. The facade is glistening white. The windows sparkle. The sign now reads "Toby's Corner." It's a daycare. INT. TOBY'S CORNER - DAY A BELL signals Toby's entrance. He moves about in awe. Cribs, rocking horses and huge teddy bears abound. From the ceiling hang plush planets wearing warm smiles. Toby's dad enters, dumbfounded. A few other patrons join him. Toby moves over to the wall. The dusty portrait of Old Man Tyrell has been replaced with a photo-enlarged pic of the tender scene in Toby's locket. He plucks the portrait off the wall and hugs it tight, teary-eyed. TOBY I'll always love you, mama. FADE OUT
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