Rain beats down on this small shanty town...
EXT. WILLIE'S HOUSE - MORNING
A weatherboarded shed with blistering walls. Two plant pots,
the contents withered and sad, sit either side of the red
front door as though gesturing to cheer it up, they don't...
We moved here from Boston, my dad
said it was going to be like
The door CLICKS...
Meet Willie Frightkin...
We immediately get that he's a nervous kid, 22, or
thereabouts, pale and thin.
After glancing up at the weather he flips his hoodie up and
sets off for town.
At least there's the internet cafe
Willie extends his hand and catches a few rain drops. He
turns his fingers over and rubbing between thumb and
forefinger, we see the rain runs black...
That's where I first met Ursula.
Willie turns onto the main drag, stepping over a huge puddle
framing a rippling and ugly face, Willie looks up and sees
the CRAZY PREACHER...
EXT. MAIN STREET - TOWN - 5 MINUTES LATER
Willie watches the sky ahead, it hangs over the town like a
dark shroud. Red rays strike though the black and purple
cloud line today. Willie shivers, and crosses the road where
he passes under an old sign:
"WELCOME TO MORDANT"
Ahead of him is "The I-Cafe". The only bright sign on this
street, glowing like a beacon in neon.
Stick with me. I'll show you around.
INT. INTERNET CAFE - MOMENT LATER
Various kids, many with their hoods pulled up, engrossed in
contacting the outside world, lines of computers, kids welded
to screens, message boards, friends in distant and glamorous
towns, dreams, endless CLICKING...
Willie frames the doorway, wet-through, he looks the place
over. Tables, scattered chairs, old pop bottles, exploded
packets of crisps, directly in his line of sight a calendar
hangs limply on the wall... "February", the days aggressively
crossed-out to the 13th by thick black marker.
Never a good day, for anything...
Willie is yanked out of his thoughts as a kid turns and pulls
his hood back: GRANT CAESAR, 24, blue eyes, a huge smiling
mouth surrounded by acne, sporting a beard which he grooms
continually between thumb and forefinger.
This is my only friend. Grant Caesar.
That's not his surname, he just uses
it to distinguish himself, or so he
Willie nonchalantly walks away from Grant embarrassed by the
sudden sole attention from the entire room. But the CLICKING
of the keyboards soon continues and he's forgotten.
Willie looks back at the room to mark whose listening to
Grant's mouth. The eyes are all on screens, vacant, blank.
A touch scary, zombie-people.
Let's get some air.
EXT. MAIN STREET - LATER
Willie kicking a can, trying to keep it in the gutter, it
shines like a fallen star, it's the only bright object in a
grey street, sky, town...
Grant is walking with purpose. Seemingly agitated.
Got some breaking news, dude, I don't
know how to start.
Grant speaks like this, you'd think
he was CNN. I want to ask him if
his sister is pregnant, again, instead
Just lay it on me.
The crazy preacher is on the opposite sidewalk.
God will place his hand upon them
and they will become dust!
Willie exchanges a nervous look with grant.
... well, I've found another, last
Monday, there's at least seven of
them now, the town's being overrun.
How can you tell it's another?
By how they look, dress, smile.
Maybe it's because I'm an outsider
that I can't spot them Grant.
Grant stops and stares at Willie.
Listen Will... you've got to finish
EXT. CHURCHYARD - LATE AFTERNOON.
The sky is even darker, no reds now. Willie sits on a
gravestone. Grant is watching him, grooming his beard.
Six nights in a row. After midnight.
and then, disappears...who knows
where? It's something about death,
it attracts them.
Willie looks away. Appears to be talking to himself.
We did that weird couple thing, you
know, new couples do all sorts of
weird things and anyway we did the
one where we tried to find our pulses.
I couldn't find hers.
INT. THE 'ZOMBIE BAR' AKA FRANKIES - TOWN - LATER
The only bar in town that keeps a fire burning in the day.
This accounts for some of the customers, but not all. Willie
sits opposite Ursula. They've been arguing.
So based upon what Grant says, you
want to finish with me?
I never said that.
You said something that sounded a
lot like that. When I pushed you
also mentioned that other thing.
Silence. Willie stares out the window, he can just see the
preacher at the edge of town, standing in the rain, shouting
at passing cars...
Look, you've been acting quite strange
recently Ursula, remote. Not like
your old self.
I'm not one of them. Willie, look
at me, I'm warm, my cheeks are red.
She turns Willie's chin towards her in her hand.
I'm not 'dead' Willie, that's absurd,
Grant is just jealous, he wants you
to himself, don't you see?
Silence. The tone changes. Ursula smiles. Willie softly
enfolds her hand and kisses it.
Are we still meeting for Valentine's
at the Tipsy Cat?
Willie kissing, glances up and smiles.
Sure are. I've got a surprise Ursula,
Ursula glances down.
INT. URSULA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT.
Ursula lying face down on her bed flicking cards... as we
move in closer we see they are tarot cards. She smiles to
herself as the last card falls... we glide away towards her
bedside table, on it sits a miniature coffin.
EXT. GRAVEYARD - 11.51PM - NIGHT
Grant sipping from his styrofoam coffee cup... little curls
of steam rise off it. He sits on a blue sleeping bag.
Out of the dark, footsteps, padding softly, Grant's eyes
widen, then his face relaxes... Willie appears out of the
mist carrying a small bag of doughnuts. He hands the bag to
Grant without speaking.
EXT. CHURCHYARD - 12.15AM
Willie lying close to Grant, sniper-style, shadowed by a
large white family tomb. A street lamps glow falls across
the graves, now the rain has stopped the mist is swirling.
It's gone quarter past, she's not
Sssshhh. Pass me another doughnut.
EXT. CHURCHYARD - 12.34AM
Grant nodding-off. Willie alert.
Grant... she's here!
Grant's eyes snap open. They both watch a figure dressed
like Ursula standing by a grave. Willie is frozen.
EXT. GRAVE SIDE - LATER
Willie and Grant staring down on the grave.
INT. MOTHER TOOKOO'S SHACK - EDGE OF TOWN - FRIDAY 14TH
FEBRUARY - DAWN
A room full of stuffed animals and empty bottles, coloured
glass of all shades. Willie's face is determined.
Once you've undergone this ceremony
you will never be able to return to
us. We've been here for two hours
now and you still wish to join them?
It's what I most want...
You will be dead to the living but
will walk in the light.
Please Mother Tookoo... it wont
make any difference in this town.
And your heart demands it.
My heart demands it.