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Old 11-01-2012, 06:47 AM   #1
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Thanks to all who could participate in this year's fun Halloween short script contest!

The titles are:

Strange Girl
Horror House
Sky Blue Tuxedo
SOUVENIR
DuHamel's Last Case
Iris Lumpkin
Hallowalien
Delivery
Maskerade
The Phantom Divorce Attorney
Halloweenie
The Haunted Outhouse
NIGHT OF THE PUMPKINS
HALLOWEEN IN ENCINO
Siren

Yep, 15 entries. Be very afraid! (And we hope you will be.)

Participants are encouraged to check their own entries for any laundering and reformatting errors. I'm only human! These can be quickly edited, just PM me.

The hard part is choosing your 1st, 2nd and 3rd favorites. Halloween's the theme, but a good horror tale maybe doesn't need blatant Halloween trappings. Read 'em all and pick the ones that appealed to you most. You might find it helps to scribble some notes while reading the entries, or even score them with your personal "star" ratings for character, dialogue, setting, whatever you look for in a script.

PM your 1st, 2nd and 3rd picks to me by close of next Wed 7th, please. And please don't vote for your own entry.

Note that cuss words are bleeped out with **** on this board. That's the board owner's choice and we accept this. However for sake of clarity I've tried to make it clear which cuss word has been used, e.g. a** so readers don't have to guess.

Oooh one more thing, someone mentioned the text is a little small... I didn't notice this 'cause I used Ctrl-plus (in Windows) to zoom in a couple of steps, making the text bigger and more readable. Added: also try Thread Tools > Show Printable Version

Update: results posted, see here!
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STRANGE GIRL FADE IN: EXT. SMALL HOUSE IN THE RURAL MIDWEST - DAY Autumn cloaks a decaying once-white house on a yellowed, dying lot. A soccer goal with a rotting next, an empty dog kennel, and a sandbox full of matted dirt show signs of ambitions unfulfilled. CUT TO: INT. SMALL HOUSE IN THE RURAL MIDWEST - DAY Mountains of future plans line the walls in the form of mounds of unmade crafts, unread books, and toys to be fixed. IN THE HALLWAY JANE (10), a plainly pretty girl with long hair and glasses that frame dark circles under her eyes, wears a nondescript, shapeless T-shirt. She grabs her bookbag and heads for the back door. MOTHER (O.S.) Did you brush your teeth? Jane GROANS, drops her bookbag on the kitchen floor, and drags her feet towards the bathroom. IN THE BATHROOM Jane looks at her reflection. She grimaces to expose her teeth, and then brushes. IN THE KITCHEN Jane, backpack slung on her shoulder, reaches for the door. MOTHER (O.S.) (CONT'D) Did you brush your hair? JANE Man! MOTHER (O.S.) Don't you sass me! Brush! Jane plops the backpack on the floor and HUFFS away. IN THE BATHROOM Jane looks in the mirror to notice her tangled mess of hair. In her mind, voices of SCHOOL CHILDREN taunt: SCHOOLCHILDREN (V.O.) (filtered) Witchy hair! Witchy hair! Creepy Jane has old witchy hair! Reluctantly, she brushes her hair. CUT TO: EXT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL - DAY CHILDREN and TEACHERS bustle into a small brick building. CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY - DAY Halloween decorations line the hallway. Wearing her backpack, Jane slowly walks towards her classroom. MEAN BOY (10) stands with CRUEL BOY (10). They wait for Jane to pass them before they rush to her. Mean Boy stands in front of Jane while Cruel Boy stands behind her. While Mean Boy speaks, Cruel Boy slips an "I'M A UGLY WITCH" sign on Jane's backpack. MEAN BOY Hey, Jane. I heard your mom's a witch. Does that mean you eat bat wings and cobwebs for breakfast? Jane angrily stares at Mean Boy. JANE If I am a witch, you'd better be careful! It's Halloween when my powers are strongest. I just might turn you into a toad. She starts to walk away before turning back and adding: JANE (CONT'D) A bigger toad than you already are. She walks into her classroom. Mean Boy and Cruel Boy "high five" one another and LAUGH. IN THE CLASSROOM Students write at their desks. Jane, seated in the center of the room - her backpack on the back of her chair, licks her pencil and concentrates on an essay. The TEACHER (45), bored with her job and her looks, reads the trashy romance novel hidden the center of her text book. PRINCIPAL (62), desperately holding onto the few hairs left on his head, enters, WHISPERS into teacher's ear, and exits. Teacher CLEARS her throat and stands. TEACHER Excuse me, class; I need to step away for a moment. Please, continue your essays. I'll be back soon. Teacher exits. Jane continues to write. She hears boys taunting: BOYS (O.S.) Witchy! Oh, witchy poo! Are you going to spend Halloween plucking your hairy moles? She looks over her shoulder and hears GIGGLES. From their seats, Mean Boy and Cruel Boy TEASE and CHUCKLE. Jane turns her head quickly in their direction; her eyes burn into the boys. The Boys LAUGH loudly. JANE You want to know if I'm a witch? Jane turns towards the desk of the PRETTY GIRL (10), next to her. She opens her eyes a glares wildly at a pen on the girl's desk. The pen begins to quiver. The boys stop laughing and stare, their mouths agape. The pen starts to dance in circles. Students watch in amazement. Jane turns her glance from the pen to Cruel Boy and Mean Boy. The Boys' eyes grow wide as they start to shake. Teacher returns to the room and sees something is amiss. TEACHER What's going on here? Students turn quickly and pretend to work on their essays. Teacher narrows her eyes before giving up and taking her seat. Jane lifts her eyes up from her essay and smiles devilishly. IN THE HALLWAY Students file in and out of classrooms. Pretty Girl waits around the corner. Jane starts to walk past her. Pretty Girl reaches out and stops Jane. She holds out her hand. Jane stares at the empty palm turned towards her. She nods and places a $5 bill in the hand. PRETTY GIRL Pleasure doing business with you. Jane walks down the hallway. Students cower and WHISPER as she passes. Jane smiles with satisfaction and confidence. FADE TO: INT. SMALL HOUSE IN THE RURAL MIDWEST - DAY In the kitchen, Jane walks through the door and tosses her backpack on a chair. MOTHER (O.S.) Hang up your backpack! Jane SIGHS and obeys. MOTHER (O.S.) (CONT'D) Put the chicken in the oven! Mama's hungry! Jane opens the freezer, takes out a box of Banquet CHICKEN, pours the contents onto a cookie sheet, slaps it in the oven, and turns on the heat. MOTHER (O.S.) (CONT'D) Don't forget the tots! Jane again opens the freezer, grabs a bag of tater tots and empties them onto another cookie sheet. MOTHER (O.S.) (CONT'D) Hurry up in there! I need you to come and sand my corns before the trick or treaters come! Jane's mouth twists in anger. She stares at the tots on the pan. Nothing. She gathers all of the energy in her body and stares at the tots, her pupils dilate. On the cookie sheet, the tots quiver, and then dance. Suddenly, the entire pan overturns, throwing it and the tots to the floor. MOTHER (O.S.) (CONT'D) What happened?! What are you doing in there, you clumsy oaf?! Jane's head snaps in the direction of Mother's voice. MOTHER (O.S.) (CONT'D) Better get that cleaned up! Don't you make me get up and go in there! Jane cocks her head and stares towards the direction of Mother's voice. Her pupils dilate as she focusses all of her energy. A rumbling NOISE (O.S.) MOTHER (O.S.) (CONT'D) What the? Oh, my God! Jane! Jane! Come quick! The (O.S.) noise becomes a DIN. Mother SCREAMS (O.S.) Her scream crescendos before it fades and stops. Silence. Calmly, Jane cleans the tots from the floor and throws them in the garbage as: Jane takes a bag of fries from the freezer and spread them on a new cookie sheet before popping them in the oven. She takes her backpack off of the hook on the back of the door and tosses it on the ground. It falls open, revealing a BOOK with evil symbols on it. She takes the book, kisses it, stuffs it back inside, and zips the pack. LATER IN THE LIVING ROOM Jane sits in front of the TV in a La-Z-Boy. In front of her is parked a TV tray with a plate of fries and chicken. She happily munches as purple LIGHT from the TV dances on her face. Jane GIGGLES along with the TV canned LAUGHTER as she takes a hearty bite of chicken. Next to her, in a matching La-Z-Boy, MAMA (45), sadly overweight, unkempt, and dressed in a tacky soiled Mumu, sits with her mouth freakishly wide open, her tongue slightly askew out of her mouth, and her eyes bulging. Jane LAUGHS at her TV show as she crunches on her chicken. FADE TO BLACK. [end]
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HORROR HOUSE FADE IN EXT. FREEWAY SHOULDER - NIGHT A Sheriff's cruiser, jacked in the air with a flat tire. A DEPUTY's hat next to his dazed body. A tire tool nearby. He clutches a smoking pistol. 18-wheelers roar past. Across the median grass, an orange-jumpsuited figure staggers towards a darkened parking lot, crowded with cars. This is HAINES, 35, limping, bleeding. A line of people wait to enter the dark building. Haines veers toward the building's rear. EXT. HORROR HOUSE - BACK DOOR - NIGHT The back door opens and two shapely women step out of the glare of an overhead light, backs to camera. STREETWALKERS in miniskirts and torn fishnets. Bare shoulders. They light cigarettes. HAINES POV moves towards the two women. His hand reaches for a shoulder and spins the nearest one around. She's hideous. A zombie with brains oozing from the horrific gash in her forehead. Haines recoils, grabs the doorknob and flings himself through the doorway and into the darkness. STREETWALKER Dude - you're late. Benji's gonna be pissed. The sign on the closing door reads "HORROR HOUSE - Employees Only." EXT. HORROR HOUSE - ENTRANCE - NIGHT Two couples leave the ticket booth. DUSTIN, 20, tall, geeky, hands a ticket to SAVANNAH 19, girl-next-door cute. DUSTIN 30 bucks? Really? SAVANNAH Told you it'd be scary. DUSTIN I bet we're bigger than most of the zombies. JOSH, 17, stocky, short, pays for BAILEY's ticket She's 16 with braces. JOSH What do you think is first? Surgery Gone Wrong, or the hockey mask guy with the chainsaw? DUSTIN It's a State Law. They have to have the hockey mask guy. BAILEY Last year they had a girl in a bathtub full of blood. It was overflowing. That was cool. SAVANNAH Yeah, her throat was cut -- DUSTIN And somehow she had eighty five gallons of blood in her body. INT. HORROR HOUSE - NIGHT They enter a flat black room with a pulsing strobe light. The doorway out is bordered with yellow paint that glows under a blacklight. The strobe stops. Blackness. The strobe fires again and a headless figure stands near the door, startling the group. BORIS, 15, in black robes, cradles his head in a fake arm. He is not a good actor. BORIS Welcome. I am Boris. Your guide. I am cursed to roam these halls until my death is avenged. Stay close - try not to lose your way. Or your head. Bwhahhahaha. He steps through the doorway and the four shuffle behind. As they do, a panel moves and the group is separated. Boris, Dustin and Savannah enter a dimly lit room. A parlor. Two chairs face a vintage console TV, the screen snowy with static. A DISMEMBERED ARM twitches on the floor. BORIS (CONT'D) We seem to be missing someone. INSIDE THE CLOSET, pairs of tiny red eyes blink in the dark. Josh and Bailey are close together. The walls of the closet are mummified skeletons with spiders crawling all over them. Spiders dangle from the ceiling. BAILEY This is cool. The door swings open to the parlor. Boris motions them in. BORIS Join us. They step out. Quickly. Boris closes the door and steps away. There's a THUMP from within the closet. The door flies open and a WILD-EYED MAN in a wig and ragged clothes leaps out. A hangman's noose around his neck, the rope appears to have broken. He darts to and fro then bolts from the room. BORIS (CONT'D) Uncle Benson - always hanging around. The four share an eye roll. Another door SLAMS open and a ONE-ARMED MAN in a dark suit runs into the room laughing maniacally. He holds an oversized TV remote. His shoulder bleeds for the arm on the floor. A WOMAN races in after him, slinging a large cleaver. She swipes at him as the two dodge between the chairs. The man tosses the remote to Dustin and bolts from the room. The woman looks to Dustin and hoists the cleaver. BORIS (CONT'D) Mother - They're guests... He takes the remote and hands it to the woman, she runs after the man. BORIS (CONT'D) They've been like that ever since the Palin girl made "Dancing with the Stars." EXT. THE SHOULDER OF INTERSTATE 20 - NIGHT The deputy struggles to his feet. Woozy. A blood trail leads towards the haunted house. He keys his shoulder mic, steadies himself against the cruiser DEPUTY Haines is loose. Central. Unit Six. Repeat. Haines is loose. Exit four seventeen. Horror House. Send backup. His hand goes to his head. He turns. There's a gash on his skull. The entire side of his face is covered in blood. He looks to the Glock in his other hand, then heads for Horror House. A bloody handprint remains on trunklid. DEPUTY (CONT'D) Central. I think he's wounded. INT. HORROR HOUSE - NIGHT COUNTING MONEY at a salvaged desk is a balding man, BENJI, 35. He wears a mic and headset. Against one wall, a table is piled with props. Arms, spiders, cleavers, knives and a large chainsaw. A dusty closed-circuit TV monitor shows six different rooms of the house. On screen, Boris's group leaves the parlor. Haines stumbles through the door. A stain of blood spreads across his jumpsuit. Benji, counting cash, doesn't look up. BENJI If you make me lose count, I swear I will kick your ass... Haines looks from the cash to the chainsaw. Another felony appears in his eyes. Benji finally looks up. BENJI (CONT'D) We're not doing the convict this year. Haines grabs the chainsaw and squares off to Benji. BENJI (CONT'D) (Still distracted) I mean, it's an OK look, but you need more realistic blood to really pull it off. Haines yanks the starter cord. The engine doesn't catch. He tries again. And again. And again. And again... Benji stands and puts the money in a metal box. BENJI (CONT'D) Hell-lo. It's broke. That's why it's in here. Look, are you -- Haines dumps the chainsaw on the table and grabs a giant knife. He leaps for Benji, slashing him across the torso. BENJI (CONT'D) What the hell? The knife is rubber. Haines looks to the knife in disbelief. Benji reaches into the money box and produces a small revolver. Haines' eyes go wide. He leaps back through the door. BENJI (CONT'D) Bastard! Benji fires. The bullets miss Haines but slam into the breaker panel on the wall. Sparks. The lights go out. BENJI (CONT'D) Oh, terrific. IN THE KITCHEN pots burble on the stove, dry ice smoke rolling from beneath the lids. An agonized face and hands scratch at the window inside the oven door. Machine-made fog is knee deep. THREE FIGURES slump at the table. One is a GUY WITH A KNIFE IN HIS BACK. A GUY'S HEAD rests on the platter on the table BORIS It seems we are late. Mother always likes to have guests for dinner. She says -- The lights go out. BORIS (CONT'D) She says... Hey, that's not supposed to -- Battery powered emergency lights flicker on. THE HEAD ON THE TABLE Great. The power went out. The guy with the knife in his back sits up. GUY STABBED IN BACK Oh man, I thought they fixed this. DUSTIN Happen often? THE HEAD ON THE TABLE First time this year. Last year it happened a lot. They were supposed to fix it. One of the Streetwalker Zombies walks through. STREETWALKER If you can please make your way to an Emergency Exit. We've had an electrical problem. We need to clear the house. EXT. HORROR HOUSE ENTRANCE - NIGHT The crowd in line screams in delight as the lights go out and the bloodied deputy appears at the ticket booth. DEPUTY I need you to get these people out of here. BOOTH WORKER Who the hell are you? DEPUTY Sheriff's Department. We've had an escape. These people need to clear out! Now! BOOTH WORKER Wow. Benji is really on his game this year. DEPUTY Benji? Who the hell is Ben -- The emergency lights flicker on. The crowd cheers. The door opens. Benji leads as the cast members file out. Zombies, people missing limbs, covered with blood or spiderwebs mixed with guests in street clothes. DEPUTY (CONT'D) You in charge? BENJI Yeah, what's up? DEPUTY We've had an escape. I need you to clear the house. BENJI Workin' on it. We've lost power. The PA system is out. INT. HORROR HOUSE - NIGHT INSIDE Boris leads them through an empty dining room. BORIS There's an exit this way. SAVANNAH Wow, this looks really cheesy with the lights on. BORIS Yeah, the dark helps us -- Haines storms into the room. He roughly shoves Boris out of the way and grabs Bailey. DUSTIN Hey, watch it. JOSH A**hole - the show's over. Haines is frantic. He pulls Bailey to him - his arm closing around her throat. EXT. HORROR HOUSE - NIGHT AT THE ENTRANCE Benji explains. BENJI This happened a lot last year. The staff will clear the house. We practice it. The Streetwalker appears. STREETWALKER We're missing Tommy and his group. Benji turns to the group of Zombies and Guests. BENJI Any one see Tommy? Any one in Boris's group? INT. HAUNTED HOUSE - NIGHT Boris stands up, his prosthetics slumping. BORIS Hey, you don't work here. Bailey's eyes go wide. She looks to Haines. He is deadly serious. She stomps down on his instep and snaps her head back. His nose CRACKS. She then spins inside his grasp, elbowing him in the ribs and shoving him towards Dustin. Dustin takes a martial arts stance and delivers three quick blows to Haines face and body. Haines stumbles towards Josh, his arms flailing. Josh grabs a wrist and pivots into a hip throw. Haines goes flying, crashing through -- EXT. HORROR HOUSE - NIGHT THE FRONT DOOR explodes out as bleeding and battered, Haines flops unconscious at the feet of the Deputy. There's a dramatic pause and the crowd erupts in applause. Benji takes it in. He gestures to the deputy's head. BENJI That looks pretty good. Did you do that yourself? EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT Red and blue strobes light the sky as the four kids walk through the parking lot. SAVANNAH Well, that was lame. At least it's still early. Wanna hit Dr. Plasma's Hospital of Horror? JOSH Or Demonville, downtown, maybe? It's open till one... DUSTIN Sure. We have to put gas in the van though. Otherwise Dad'll be ticked. They pull away in a white van. The side panel reads: "Rising Sun School of Jujitsu and Mixed Martial Arts." FADE OUT [end]
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SKY BLUE TUXEDO FADE IN: INT. HOUSE - DEN - NIGHT WADE, a man in his late 40'S, sits at a barstool, leaning against a counter in his den/rec room. In addition to the bar, there is a pool table, and some man-cave-themed décor; a vintage guitar, a neon sign shaped like a girl, Harley wall clock, etc. He is intent on his new iPhone, which is in a custom monogrammed silver case. A KNOCK at the door calls his attention away. LEWIS, another man in his late 40's, comes in. LEWIS Hey, Wade. How ya been? WADE Just checking out my new iPhone. Have a look. LEWIS Gadgets have never been my thing. Lewis comes to the other side of the bar. WADE It does everything. I don't even have a land line anymore. LEWIS Really, no land line? You think that's going to make a difference? Both men suddenly look ashen. WADE Probably not. Should we get started? Lewis reaches down under the bar and pulls up a new bottle of Scotch. He sets it on the bar, brings up a couple of glasses, and opens up the bottle. He pours each of them a double. LEWIS Might as well. WADE Happy Halloween, my friend. They CLINK their glasses and down their shots. Both men look grim. This isn't fun. Wade grabs the bottle and pours each of them another round. WADE Ready for another? Lewis nods, and each of them knocks back another shot. They sit in silence, neither looking at the other. LEWIS Why do we do it, Wade? I mean, I know why we do it. But don't you just want it to be over? WADE I've wanted it to be over ever since it happened. Why? LEWIS What would happen if we gave him what he wanted? Wade looks over at his friend. He's considering it. He pours himself another drink, and knocks it back. You can tell it burns going down, that it takes willpower for him to drink it. WADE What the hell, let's do it. We've tried everything else. Both men stare at the phone sitting on the bar. RIPPLE DISSOLVE EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS - FRAT HOUSE - DAY SUPER: HALLOWEEN, 1982 The sun is going down. Wade and Lewis, 19 years old and with big hair, come out of a house LAUGHING. They are trailed by an 18 year old, a real nerd: EUGENE. Eugene is a tall, skinny, gangly kid with a weak chin, thick glasses, and acne. All three are dressed in formal wear, for some kind of party. But where Lewis and Wade are dressed in more typical dark formalwear, Eugene is wearing an outdated sky-blue velvet tux. EUGENE Hey, guys, wait up! I want to go with you! LEWIS What do you say, should we let pizza-face ride along? WADE Oh, all right. But when we pick our dates up, you ride in the back. Got it, Spazzo? EUGENE Yeah, okay. They pile into a mid 70's Plymouth Fury wagon with fake wood on the side, and drive off. EXT. HIGHWAY THROUGH THE WOODS - NIGHT The Plymouth wagon speeds along the road at an unsafe clip, wandering in and out of its lane. INT. STATION WAGON - NIGHT Wade is behind the wheel. He and Lewis pass a bottle of liquor between them. Lewis is also smoking a cigarette. Both seem convinced they are cool badasses. Eugene sits in the back, looking sick and scared. EUGENE Come on guys, slow down. I'm going to be carsick. Lewis and Wade laugh. Then Wade turns around. WADE If you hurl in my car I'm gonna punch your damn lights out! EUGENE Just slow down, okay? Wade looks over at Lewis and both of them get an evil smile. Wade stomps his foot to the floor. The speedometer needle climbs upward. Eigthy, eighty five, ninety . . . ninety five . . . EXT. ROAD - NIGHT The wagon barrels along the road. An animal darts from the undergrowth. INT. WAGON - NIGHT Wade sees the animal, and sharply cuts his steering wheel to the right and stomps the brakes. EXT. ROAD - NIGHT The car, all four wheels locked and SKIDDING, plows off the road. The front wheel digs into the dirt, and the car beings to roll over, shedding parts and glass. It keeps rolling. EXT. WOODS - NIGHT The car rolls down an embankment and into the trees. It finally comes to rest on its roof. An eerie SILENCE descends. First Lewis, and then Wade, crawl out of the wreckage. Both are dazed and somewhat bloodied. WADE Holy sh*t! You okay? LEWIS I don't know. I think so. Wade, still not completely steady on his feet, looks over next to the car. He sees a gangly hand in a sky-blue velvet sleeve. He tries to pull it, but then he realizes that Eugene is not in the car; he is under it. EXT. ROAD - NIGHT Wade and Lewis climb up the embankment to the road. There is no one anywhere, but there is a faint glow in the distance. WADE What is that? LEWIS That's that old gas station. Come on, let's go. WADE What about Eugene? LEWIS Eugene's gone, man. They walk unsteadily up the road towards the lights. EXT. WOODS - CAR WRECK - NIGHT Eugene's hand moves; it strains, tries to grab something. EXT. ROAD - NIGHT Wade and Lewis are quite a ways down the road. They hear a faint voice, very far away. EUGENE Guys? Wait up guys. . . They stop and turn around. They can see a long way, but there is no one there. INT. REC ROOM - NIGHT Present-day Wade and Lewis are halfway into the bottle now, still staring silently at the phone. Suddenly, it RINGS. (Not actual ringing. The ringtone goes off. Whatever.) LEWIS Is it him? Wade nods, and pushes the button for the speaker. There is no voice, just a FAINT, DRY WHEEZING. WADE Eugene? That you, buddy? More FAINT WHEEZING. LEWIS Sit tight, buddy. We're coming for you. EXT. ABANDONED GAS STATION - NIGHT The gas station is a dilapidated wreck and there is no one around. The only light is from a phone booth. The handset dangles from the cord, swinging in the breeze. A new truck pulls up, and stops. Wade and Lewis get out. WADE Eugene? LEWIS Where are you, buddy? They hear a RATTLING sound, like a trashcan being knocked over. It seems to have come from around the corner of the station. Both men go to investigate. EXT. FOREST - DAY A TEENAGER rides a mountain bike on a forest trail. He stops when he comes upon a wrecked car, an old station wagon on its roof. Weeds are growing all around it, even up through it. He stops, and goes to the car to investigate. He gets on his hands and knees and looks in the shattered window. TEENAGER Whoah! EXT. FOREST - CAR WRECK - DAY A SHERRIFF, a DEPUTY, and the bike teenager stand around the car wreck spectating, while a TOW-TRUCK OPERATOR attaches a winch hook to the car. The hook and cable stretch across the top of the wreck, and are attached to the tow truck, parked ten yards below the wreck on a dirt road through the woods. Cable attached, the tow truck driver goes back to turn on the winch at the deputy's signal. The winch HUMS, the cable tightens, and the weeds and tendrils holding the car down SNAP and POP. Finally, with a WHUMP, the car is on its wheels. The Sheriff goes up to the wreck, and shines his light inside. Inside, he sees three corpses, or rather, skeletons; they have obviously been dead for years. The one in the back is wearing a sky-blue tuxedo, its 100% polyester fabric immune to decay and still strangely bright. The Sheriff then notices something shiny in the hand of one of the carcasses up front. He reaches inside and grabs it. It is a new iPhone in a monogrammed silver case. FADE OUT. [end]
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SOUVENIR FADE IN: EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT LOIS, a frumpy woman in her late 30s, walks along next to MIKE, a burly guy in his 40s. He is considerably taller than she, and he has his arm protectively over her shoulder. MIKE Thanks for the evening, Lois. They stop and she gives him a friendly kiss. Nothing too steamy. MIKE My apartment is right here. You want to come up for a cup of coffee or tea or something? INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT The apartment is fairly neat. Plain furniture, no art on the wall. Pictures of Mike with a college-age son on a bookshelf, Mike as a young man graduating from the police academy, with a brother in a canoe, posing with a donut in front of a squad car, etc. MIKE It ain't much, but it suits me. LOIS It's nicer than my place. INT. KITCHEN - night Mike follows Lois into the kitchen, removes her jacket for her, and sits her at the kitchen table. It's neat, but not ornate at all. He puts his gun and badge on the counter and turns the heat on under the kettle. MIKE Coffee? Tea? LOIS Tea, please. An old gray one-eyed CAT wanders into the kitchen and MEWS. LOIS Well, hello. You know Mike, I didn't picture you as a cat person. MIKE I'm not. Not really. Whiskers there is a souvenir. Mike makes two cups of tea in plain white coffee mugs, putting them on the table and then taking a seat himself. The cat parks itself on the floor and curls up in a ball. LOIS Souvenir? MIKE From the Kevin Colden case. LOIS Kevin Colden? He was that crazy med student who cut up all those women, right? INT. POLICE STATION - DAY Detective Mike and two UNIFORMED OFFICERS lead KEVIN COLDEN into the station in handcuffs. Colden is six and a half feet tall, three hundred pounds, bald, and has the strangest expression on his face, like a lost little boy. MIKE (V. O.) That's him. I've dealt with some real characters in my years on the force, but never anyone like him. INT. POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY Colden sits, handcuffed to his chair, BLUBBERING like a baby. Mike is on the other side, just shaking his head. Colden's LAWYER edges away from him, looking utterly horrified. MIKE (V. O.) When he started spilling his guts about what he had done, it made me want to . . . I don't know. Puke? Kill him? Kill myself? Just the worst stuff I ever heard. INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT LOIS Oh my God. MIKE There was no trial. Just straight to the foam rubber suite at Hotel Whackjob. LOIS But what about the cat? EXT. RUN-DOWN HOUSE IN A CRAPPY NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY The house is surrounded by crime-scene tape. Police cars and vans are parked on the lawn. CRIME-SCENE TECHS carry box after box of evidence out of the house. MIKE (V. O.) I'm getting to that. So we go over to his house and we find bits and pieces of sixty- eight different people. LOIS (V. O.) He killed that many people? MIKE (V. O.) He didn't kill all of them. Apparently he'd been sneaking cadavers and pieces of cadavers from the med school into his house for months. INT. COLDEN'S HOUSE - DAY The place is a disgusting, trash-filled nightmare. Garbage is piled up to the bottom of the windows. Flies BUZZ in the air. A half-dozen CSI techs pick pieces of trash off the top of the pile, examine them, and decide whether to file them in blue evidence tubs or black plastic trash bags. Detective Mike walks through, trying not to get in their way as they work. All are wearing surgical masks. MIKE (V. O.) Took us three weeks to get that dump cleaned out, and the deeper we dug, the worse it smelled. INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT MIKE We kept asking him, `Why'd you do it?' And he kept saying the same thing. `My cat told me to.' LOIS The cat told him to. MIKE That's what he said. INT. COLDEN'S HOUSE - DAY The house is empty now. Nothing but bare walls and carpet, all covered with disturbing brown stains. Detective Mike stands in the middle of the floor, looking around. MIKE (V. 0.) We were in and out of that house for three weeks, and never saw a cat. Figured he was hallucinating. Then, just before the bulldozers are going to level the place, I'm standing in the middle of the living room and I start hearing this meowing sound. I turn around and there he is. A very lean, dirty, scabby, sick-looking cat comes out of the hallway and rubs up against Mike's leg, MEOWING pitifully. It's got one eye and one crusted-over eye socket. INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT MIKE I felt sorry for it and took it home. I mean, God knows what he did to the poor thing. I figured I couldn't help any of his other victims, but at least I can help the cat. LOIS That was sweet. Mike shrugs. Lois finishes her tea and stands up. LOIS Well, Mike, thanks for the tea and the show. But I've got to get to work early. MIKE Can I call you a cab? LOIS No thanks. I'll take the subway. Don't worry, I've got my pepper spray. I can take care of myself. Lois puts on her jacket and goes to leave. Before she does, she turns around and kisses him again. For real this time. LOIS Call me tomorrow, okay? MIKE Okay. He shows her out the door, and waves to her as she leaves. Then he comes back inside, and plops down on the couch. The cat wanders into the living room, and Mike reaches down to scratch its head. MIKE So, that was Lois. What did you think of her? CAT I didn't like her at all. FADE OUT. [end]
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DuHAMEL'S LAST CASE FADE IN: INT. HOTEL LOBBY - SKI RESORT - SWITZERLAND - NIGHT SUPER: OCTOBER 31, 1926 The hands on the hotel lobby clock stand at 2 minutes to midnight. Sitting in chairs are a group of hotel guests: DIETER HOFFMAN, a large contemptuous German with a monacle, BIEDERMEYER, a Jewish physician with a bushy beard; MR. AND MRS. HENDERSON, English newlyweds; and STOCAZ, a swarthy, sneering man with a scar on his face. Behind them are TWO STALWART SWISS POLICE OFFICERS. HOFFMAN What is the meaning of this? Why are we not being allowed to leave? POLICEMAN # 1 It won't be much longer, sir. Sebastian DuHamel has asked us to keep you hear until he arrives. MR. HENDERSON Sebastian DuHamel? MRS. HENDERSON The world-famous detective? STOCAZ Preposterous. He is not coming. POLICEMAN # 2 Oh, he'll be here all right. Depend on it. A door BANGS open, and a WIND briefly howls. The door SLAMS closed. And then SEBASTIAN DuHAMEL sweeps in, accompanied by TWO MORE POLICE OFFICERS. DuHamel is a dapper little man, nattily attired in a dove-gray suit and a long black coat. The only off note, from a sartorial perspective, is the flamboyant scarlet cravat around his neck. As soon as he comes in, the color drains from Stocaz's face. DuHAMEL Good evening. I know you are not pleased to see me, Mr. Stocaz, but I will settle my business with you later. HOFFMAN DuHamel! What is the meaning of this! DuHAMEL I think you know why I am here, Herr Hoffman! After all, is it not your own brother who died, leaving you as the sole heir of your mother's fortune? HOFFMAN What are you accusing me of? DuHAMEL Did you not find it strange to find your brother - a man with one leg - at the bottom of a ski jump with a broken neck and no skis? HOFFMAN I did not break my brother's neck! DuHAMEL No, but you did intend to poison him with morphine you purchased from . . . Dr. Biedermeyer! BIEDERMEYER What!? DuHAMEL You knew that Heinrich Hoffman was allergic to morphine and that the tiniest dose would kill him! But you also knew that if he died in that way, the crime would be traced back to you! So you substituted a harmless quinine preparation! Hoffman stares daggers at Biedermeyer. DuHAMEL What Dieter Hoffman didn't know was that you had made a separate arrangement with Heinrich, so that Dieter would drink the morphine! Then, while he was unconscious, you and Heinrich would carry Dieter down and put him in the hotel meat locker until he froze to death, and after, you two would silently drop his frozen corpse into the lake at night and wait for it to be discovered the next morning! Dieter Hoffman looks at his aperitif and goes pale. MR. HENDERSON But who killed Heinrich Hoffman? DuHAMEL I'm afraid you will not be so pleased to find out, Mr. Henderson. The real killer was - MRS. HENDERSON Stop it, stop it! All right, I'll admit it. I killed Heinrich Hoffman! Heinrich and I loved each other! We planned to run away to Tasmania together, but when he chickened out, I kicked him in his one good leg and pushed him down the ski jump! MR. HENDERSON Bunny, how could you!? MRS. HENDERSON Drop the façade, Lawrence. I know you only married me for my money. I also know that I secretly disgust you because I'm a woman. DuHAMEL This has gone on long enough. Officers, arrest Mrs. Henderson, Herr Hoffman, Dr. Neidermeyer, and Mr. Stocaz. POLICEMAN # 3 Mr. Stocaz? POLICEMAN # 4 What has he done? DuHAMEL You will find the evidence of Mr. Stocaz's crimes in the boot of his automobile. He drives a dark green Lancia sedan, and it is parked behind the hotel even as we speak. Mr. Stocaz, do you object to these policemen having a look in the boot of your car? STOCAZ No I don't. Go ahead and look all you like! Tell me, DuHamel, what do you think they will find? DuHAMEL I prefer in this case to let the evidence speak for itself. Now if you will excuse me, I must go. DuHamel sweeps grandiosely out of the room. POLICEMAN # 2 All right, you heard him. Off you all go to the station. Policemen lead Mrs. Henderson, Hoffman, and Dr. Biedermeyer out of the lobby. Mr. Henderson accompanies his wife. POLICEMAN # 1 Not so fast, you. Come with me. STOCAZ Gladly. INT. HOTEL - NIGHT Stocaz and the policeman head through the kitchen towards the back door. POLICEMAN #1 So, how about that DuHamel, eh? Never been on a case he couldn't solve. Never been late. Never been wrong. And he never, ever gives up. Not him, no sir! I tell you, you weren't too smart to try to match wits with the likes of him! STOCAZ I think you will find that even the eminent Sebastian DuHamel is capable of slipping up from time to time. EXT. HOTEL - NIGHT A bright moon overhead and the snow all around makes the dead of night as bright as twilight. The policeman and Stocaz walk across to a large dark Lancia sedan. The trunk of this car is a literal trunk, a large lidded box on a platform, strapped down to the car with leather belts. POLICEMAN Well, open it up. Let's have a look. Stocaz smiles arrogantly at him. He unbuckles the straps, unlocks the latch, and lifts the hasp. In the trunk is the body of Sebastian DuHamel. His arms and legs are bound tightly behind him, and his mouth tightly gagged. His cold, lifeless eyes stare at nothing. His white cravat is stained with blood; his throat sliced ear to ear. Stocaz looks at the policeman. The policeman looks at Stocaz. FADE OUT. [end]
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IRIS LUMPKIN OVER BLACK TITLE CARD: IRIS LUMPKIN SUPER: A long time ago... but not far away The SCRAPE of a shovel blade slicing through soil. GRUNTING, HEAVY BREATHING. FADE IN: EXT. FIELD - NIGHT A GRIMY HAND snatches a ragged, one-eyed TEDDY BEAR sprawled next to a freshly dug grave. EXT. BARN - NIGHT A shovel rests against the wall near the barn door. Flickering lantern light glows through a cobweb-covered window. A HOWLING WIND rattles the barn door against its moorings, then... BOOM! A GUNSHOT BLAST explodes from inside. CUT TO BLACK: The sound of SCHOOL CHILDREN chanting a nursery rhyme in sing-song fashion. SCHOOL CHILDREN (V.O.) Iris Lumpkin never hurt a soul... 'til her mean ole daddy... Put her in a hole... EXT. SCHOOL PLAYGROUND - DAY SUPER: Present Day A group of CHILDREN in Halloween costumes surround a YOUNG "COWGIRL" jumping rope to the cadence of the nursery rhyme. Fourth grade teacher, DORIS WICKENS (70), dressed as Florence Nightingale, joins the Cowgirl jumping rope. CHILDREN Iris Lumpkin wants to come and play... How many candies will keep her away? INT. SCHOOL PRINCIPLE'S OFFICE MARY RUTGEN (35), ex-nun, turned teacher from hell, peers out an open window facing the playground, scowls. MARY RUTGEN Do you hear that? SCHOOL CHILDREN (O.S.) One... two... three... four... five... MRS. PAYNE (55), the prudish school Principle, locks the office door, opens a filing cabinet, pulls out a pint of apple schnapps. Principle Payne hands Mary Rutgen a glass of spiked cider, peers out the window. MRS. PAYNE I'm afraid we're stuck with her until... Mary Rutgen smiles, raises her glass. MARY RUTGEN May the good Lord find a way. MRS. PAYNE Amen! They toast and down their drinks. EXT. SCHOOL PLAYGROUND - DAY Doris Wickens cups her hands around her mouth, shouts. DORIS WICKENS Okay, everyone, back to the classroom. It's time for our Halloween party. CHEERS. The children sprint toward the school. In a remote corner of the playground, BEATRICE BALES (10) stands on a swing with her back to us, her long unkempt auburn hair wafting in the breeze. DORIS WICKENS (O.S.) (CONT'D) Beatrice? Beatrice continues to swing, studying a grasshopper crawling along her outstretched arm. Doris circles, sees Beatrice's freckled face with a DEEP PURPLE BRUISE around her swollen eye. DORIS WICKENS (CONT'D) Come on, sweetie. We don't want to miss the party. Beatrice gently feeds the grasshopper a blade of grass. BEATRICE Can I keep her, Miss Wickens? She's lost and very cold. Doris Wickens smiles, extends her hand. DORIS WICKENS Let's find her a nice home inside. INT. CLASSROOM - DAY Paper jack-o-lanterns, black cats hang from the ceiling. The room buzzes with miniature princesses, zombies and superheroes gorging on cupcakes and cider. Beatrice's stares through a glass jar holding the grasshopper, her face distorted by the curved glass. GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.) So, Beatrice, what are you supposed to be? A mini CINDERELLA (10) with a rhinestone tiara and a pink sequined gown taunts Beatrice. A pint-sized ROCK GODDESS (9) with fake eyelashes and bare mid-riff chimes in. ROCK GODDESS I know. You're a hobo, right? The snarky prisses snicker and walk away. DORIS WICKENS (O.S.) Okay, everyone. Get your secret boo bags and take a seat at the Center Circle. No peeking! The children dash to a carpet in the middle of the room, each clutching a sealed brown paper sack. GIGGLES as Beatrice shuffles toward her seated classmates, head bowed, empty-handed. Doris Wickens produces a brown paper bag tied with an orange ribbon, whispers to Beatrice. DORIS WICKENS (CONT'D) Here you go. Beatrice takes the bag and joins her classmates on the carpet. DORIS WICKENS (CONT'D) Remember, your Halloween story must be about whatever's in your bag. We'll read our stories tomorrow after-- ROCK GODDESS (O.S.) Excuse me Miss Wickens. DORIS WICKENS Yes, Brittany, what is it? Brittany (Rock Goddess) points to the back of the room. A PIRATE BOY (10) pulls the grasshopper from the jar, dangles it over an aquarium filled with hungry goldfish. BEATRICE (O.S.) No! Stop! Beatrice springs from the carpet, dashes toward the aquarium. The GRASSHOPPER tumbles from the boy's fingers. A look of horror spreads across Beatrice's face as The insect hits the water, twitches, then... SLURP - disappears down the gullet of a large goldfish. Beatrice freezes, then runs from the classroom, still clutching the brown paper bag. EXT. SIDEWALK - DAY Tears streaking down her cheeks, Beatrice strolls past a rusted cemetery gate wrapped in dead vines. EXT. BEATRICE'S HOUSE - DAY Beatrice tiptoes up to the back door, peers inside. She presses her ear against the window, then slowly turns the handle. The door suddenly flings open. Beatrice gasps, jumps back. Beatrice's STEPFATHER (38), a drunken, unshaven slob, blocks the doorway. STEPFATHER What the hell you doing home? BEATRICE Where's mommy? STEPFATHER How the hell should I know. BEATRICE We were supposed to go trick or treating. STEPFATHER That right? He grabs Beatrice's arm, yanks her inside. INT. KITCHEN - DAY Dirty dishes and food encrusted pots piled high in the sink. The Stepfather tosses a beer can onto a mound of empties scattered on the filthy linoleum floor. STEPFATHER Place's a goddamn mess. Clean it up. INT. KITCHEN - LATER Soaking and exhausted, Beatrice wrings out a filthy mop into the sink. INT. BEATRICE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT A dingy room brightened by cutout photos of butterflies taped to the walls. In a nightgown, Beatrice sits crosslegged on a sagging bed, the brown bag resting in her lap. She unties the orange bow. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. STEPFATHER (O.S.) (CONT'D) I'm hungry. Open the goddamn door. Beatrice stashes the bag between the mattress. BEATRICE Mommy says I'm not your maid. CRACK. The door flies off its hinges. The enraged Stepfather storms into the room. STEPFATHER Well, your whoring mom ain't here. SMACK. He backhands Beatrice across the face, sends her flying against the wall. STEPFATHER (CONT'D) What'd I tell you 'bout sassing back? INT. BEATRICE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Beatrice's hand slips from under the bedcovers, searches between the mattress. UNDER BEDCOVERS Beatrice aims a flashlight at the crumpled paper bag, reaches inside. INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT The Stepfather surrounded in empty beer cans, passed out on the couch, snoring. The front door slowly CREAKS closed. EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT Beatrice kneels at the base of a grave, a ONE-EYED TEDDY BEAR cradled in her arms. A LIGHTING FLASH illuminates eroded letters carved into a sunken gravestone: "Iris Lumpkin. 1903 - 1911." A deafening CRACK of THUNDER. CUT TO: EXT. BACKYARD POND - NIGHT Candy wrappers floating on the water's surface. PIRATE BOY and a FRIEND (10) in zombie makeup dangle their feet over the edge of a dock, gorging on Halloween candy. FRIEND Did you see the look on her face? (mocking high pitched voice) Noooo, not my pet cricket! PIRATE BOY Grasshopper. FRIEND Whatever. The Friend checks a text on his cell phone. FRIEND (CONT'D) My mom. I gotta go. He jumps up, snatches a candy bar from Pirate Boy's bag. FRIEND (CONT'D) Later. MOMENTS LATER Pirate Boy stands at the end of the dock, peeing in the water. CREAKY FOOTSTEPS. PIRATE BOY Dude, stay away from my candy. He zips up, turns. PIRATE BOY (CONT'D) What... what are you doing here? EXT. BACKYARD POND - NIGHT EMERGENCY LIGHTS flash off the pond surface. Neighbors crowd behind yellow barricade tape, straining to get a view. A POLICE DETECTIVE (50) brushes past PARAMEDICS gathered at the water's edge. He squats and picks up a piece of wriggling RED CANDY. PARAMEDIC (O.S.) Swedish fish. The Paramedic points a flashlight at the ground. PARAMEDIC (CONT'D) Had at least a couple dozen stuffed down his throat. Probably aspirated then drowned. The Detective unzips a body bag, exposing PIRATE BOY'S pale lifeless face. INT. APARTMENT HALLWAY - DAY The Detective waits for a stooped, arthritic BUILDING MANAGER (80) to unlock the door to Apartment 217. BUILDING MANAGER I got a little worried when Iris didn't join me for tea last night. DETECTIVE Doris. BUILDING MANAGER Huh? He points to his hearing aid. BUILDING MANAGER (CONT'D) Speak up. DETECTIVE (louder) You mean, Doris. BUILDING MANAGER No sir. They step into the apartment. BUILDING MANAGER (CONT'D) Been cashing Miss Iris's checks for nearly-- INT. APARTMENT - DAY A barren room. The Manager scratches his head. BUILDING MANAGER (O.S.) I'll be damned. The Detective walks to an open window, peers out. INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT SUPER: 364 DAYS LATER A BOY (7) lying in bed, sedated, his face battered, arm in a cast. A NURSE checks the boy's IV, shakes her head. NURSE What kind of monster does this to his kid? An elderly HOSPITAL DOCENT pushes a cart to the foot of the bed, her face hidden in shadow. She ties a "Get Well" balloon to the rail. HOSPITAL DOCENT Let's pray it never happens again. A friendly, familiar voice... DORIS WICKENS leans over the railing, reaches into her apron and nestles the ONE-EYED TEDDY BEAR under the boy's arm. DORIS WICKENS Happy Halloween, sweetie. FADE OUT: [end]
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HALLOWALIEN FADE IN: EXT. SPACE - FIELD OF STARS One breaks from them and heads towards Earth. A green orb ship that descends on a dark America, zeros in on the bright mass of lights that is Los Angeles and turns inland to -- EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT An ok neighborhood. Modest older houses. A small town feel. The ship lands behind the razor wire fence of -- A TOWING YARD A rottweiler BARKS and runs through rows of wrecked cars until he finds the ship. A small seamless egg shape standing on end, not much taller than the dog. A large oval opening appears. The dog GROWLS. Something inside MIMICS THE GROWL back. The dog WHINES and again is answered by a similar WHINE. The dog SNAPS at the whine and in a SNAP!--a dark green/red tongue lashes out, snatches the dog up, and yanks him into the ship. Moments later, an ALIEN MONSTER (235) stands in the doorway and casts a long shadow out over the busted up cars. It steps out. It's green, disgusting, and somehow bigger than the ship, though the same shape. It waddles on two little legs and has two lengthy thin arms that dangle at its sides. EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT KIDS in Halloween costumes are out trick or treating. One of them walks past, dressed in a costume identical to the Alien Monster. This is JOHNNY (11). He walks up to -- BILLY'S HOUSE A small house that's seen better days, and even then, the days weren't all that great. Two small, sad pumpkins sit on the porch, barely lit. Johnny KNOCKS. BILLY (11) opens the door. A skinny kid dressed in his normal everyday clothes. BILLY'S MOM (O.S.) Don't let them take too much, Billy! BILLY Don't worry, it's just Johnny! JOHNNY Still no costume, huh? BILLY Nope. Mom's broke as ever. JOHNNY Shoulda let me make you one. Mine didn't turn out so bad. Johnny models his outfit, then takes the top off like he were a Matryoshka doll, but with a normal kid inside. BILLY Yeah, you actually did good. JOHNNY Hot in here, though. So I guess you're not coming, huh? BILLY I wish. Can you bring us back some candy though? We're almost out. JOHNNY Sure thing, Billy. Be back in a few. BILLY Thanks, Johnny. Johnny puts the top back on and waddles off. Billy watches him go, depressed. EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT Johnny walks down the street. Three mean kids head towards him: DEVIL KID, GHOST KID, and SPIDER-MAN KID. All about 11. DEVIL KID Hey look! It's Johnny. GHOST KID Your mom make you that costume, or did she just puke all over you? DEVIL KID Yeah, Johnny, since when does an alien look like a ball of puke? JOHNNY Shut up, guys. When Johnny passes them, Devil Kid pushes him and sends him sprawling across a yard. They LAUGH. GHOST KID Look how he rolled across that yard, like a fat little roly poly! SPIDER-MAN KID A roly Johnny! JOHNNY Ha ha, make fun of the fat kid, so funny. GHOST KID We can do more than that! Ghost Kid starts for him, but Devil Kid holds him back. DEVIL KID Come on, we got bigger fish to fry. GHOST KID See ya later, puke ball. They walk away down the sidewalk. Johnny gets back up. EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - ELSEWHERE - NIGHT The Alien Monster eagerly stares at all the freaky creatures walking around. It's like a kid in a candy store, salivating over all the options. It twiddles its finger like appendages as it watches FOUR HALLOWEENERS (6-15) head up to -- ZOMBIE MAN'S HOUSE and knock on the door. ZOMBIE MAN (30) opens it, wearing a well done scary ass zombie outfit. The Alien looks on with starving eyes and starts drooling all over. FOUR HALLLOWEENERS Trick or treat! ZOMBIE MAN Oooh! Nice outfits, man. Zombie Man offers a bowl of candy, which the kids take from. He closes the door and they walk away, stuffing their faces with the candy as they pass the Alien Monster. KID HALLOWEENER Mmm, delicious. The alien hurries to the door and KNOCKS excitedly. Moments later, Zombie Man opens it. ALIEN MONSTER Treat! ZOMBIE MAN Whoa! That's one unique outfit. (extends bowl) Here you go, lil alien dude. The alien reaches in, pulls out a package of Reese's Pieces, and shoves them into its mouth. Disgusting! It SPITS them out and looks back up at Zombie Man. ALIEN MONSTER Treeeeeat! ZOMBIE MAN Not a fan of Reese's Pieces, huh? (looks into bowl) Got plenty of other stuff here. The alien shakes its head and points at Zombie Man. ZOMBIE MAN (CONT'D) Huh? The alien's mouth opens up to a size larger than itself and CHOMP!--swallows Zombie Man whole. Well, not entirely. A zombie leg dangles out at the shin bones, real blood mixing with fake blood. It breaks off and THUDS to the floor. EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT The three mean kids head up to -- BILLY'S HOUSE DEVIL KID (chuckles) This's Billy's house. SPIDER-MAN KID Awe, can't we skip this one? He's not gonna have nothin'. GHOST KID This one's all about the trick. He LAUGHS MISCHIEVOUSLY as they reach the front door. Devil Kid KNOCKS. Billy opens it, holding a bowl of candy. THE THREE MEAN KIDS Trick or treat! Billy tries to shut the door, but Ghost Kid's foot stops it. BILLY Get lost, jerks. DEVIL KID Nice outfit, Billy. What're you, again? A sad sack of sh*t puke? SPIDER-MAN KID Sh*t puke Billy! BILLY What'dya want from me? DEVIL KID All your candy, or we're gonna piss all over your house. GHOST KID Not that anyone'd notice. BILLY Come on, leave me alone. Devil Kid snatches the bowl of candy from Billy, empties it into his bag, and throws the bowl across the yard. DEVIL KID Thanks. BILLY A**hole! He STOMPS on Ghost Kid's foot and SLAMS the door shut. Ghost Kid hops up and down in pain. GHOST KID That little bitch. Gimmie the eggs. SPIDER-MAN KID Eggs for what? It's not Easter. Ghost Kid punches Spider-Man Kid in the stomach, doubling him over. He LAUGHS, feels better about himself, and leads them away from the house. GHOST KID Jeez, your such an idiot Spidey. (to Devil Kid) After this, let's head over to the zombie house. They got the best stuff. DEVIL KID Yeah, but first... Devil Kid pulls out some eggs and hands them out. They chuck them at Billy's house, then LAUGH and run off down the street when Billy's Mom hurries to the door. EXT. ZOMBIE MAN'S HOUSE - NIGHT The three mean kids walk away from it to -- THE SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN KID I can't believe no one was there. GHOST KID Lights were on, too. Bet they were there, the jerks. DEVIL KID Yeah, but look at this sweet zombie leg I snagged. Feels so real. He holds up Zombie Man's severed leg. Ghost Kid smiles and nods ahead to the Alien Monster walking down the street. GHOST KID Hey look, it's puke ball. Hey puke ball! Over here! They hurry towards the alien, thinking it's Johnny. Devil Kid holds up the zombie leg and shakes it like a dog bone. DEVIL KID Here, boy! Come get it, boy! The Alien Monster nods at them like an excited puppy. ALIEN MONSTER Treeeat. GHOST KID Quick, gimme an egg. DEVIL KID Yeah, this'll be great. As an egg is exchanged. The Alien Monster drools profusely as it looks over their costumes. This is no fake drool and Spider-Man Kid starts freakin' out. SPIDER-MAN KID Uh, I don't think that's Johnny. GHOST KID What is it, then? A real alien? Shut up, Spidey, you're such an idiot. The Alien closes in on Ghost Kid. ALIEN MONSTER Mmmm, delicious. GHOST KID See? It's definitely him, always hungry. Here you go Johnny, eat this! Ghost Kid throws the egg. The Alien opens its mouth and gobbles it up, revealing rows of endless sharp teeth to match its endless stomach. GHOST KID (CONT'D) Holy sh*t. ALIEN MONSTER Holy sh*t. They back up. The alien shoots its tongue out, snatches Ghost Kid up, and yanks him back into its mouth. DEVIL KID Jeezus! Devil and Spidey turn and run as fast as they can SCREAMING down the street. The Alien waddles after, opens its mouth again, and out flies its tongue for a second helping... EXT. BILLY'S HOUSE - NIGHT The Alien Monster stands on the sidewalk, then goes up to the door. Half cleaned splattered eggs drip down it. The Alien Monster KNOCKS and Billy opens it, still costumeless. ALIEN MONSTER Treeee.... BILLY Hey, Johnny. You're just in time, bowl's empty. ALIEN MONSTER ...eee.... All life drains from the alien the moment it sees Billy, the disgusting hairless ape he is. This is the grossest, ugliest, scariest thing it's ever seen in the entire f**king universe. BILLY Well? Where you hiding it all? ALIEN MONSTER Uh... Billy steps out and pokes around at what he thinks is a costume. The alien squirms at his touch. It quickly pushes Billy's hand away, then wipes its hand off as if it were a little girl who'd just gotten boy cooties. ALIEN MONSTER (CONT'D) Trick, trick, trick, trick trick! BILLY Stop messin', Johnny. And why're you so sticky? Here, let me help you outta this thing. Billy sticks his hands into the alien's side and yanks, lifting it up several times, but the suit doesn't budge. ALIEN MONSTER Jeezus! The alien pushes him off, turns, and runs/waddles away. It trips on the sidewalk, gets back up, and dashes down the street SCREAMING like the two mean kids. BILLY What the hell, Johnny? Billy shrugs, flicks the goo off his hands, and goes inside. EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT Johnny waddles down the street. The Alien Monster flies around the corner and runs into him. Johnny's candy bag drops. JOHNNY Hey! They stare at each other, frozen. Recognition sinks into the both of them at what they're seeing. Two peas in a pod. JOHNNY (CONT'D) Hey, that's? How'd you? What? The Alien SPEAKS frantically in some creepy inhuman language while gesturing back at Billy's house, warning him, then hurries away. Johnny watches it go, stunned. JOHNNY (CONT'D) What the? He picks up his bag of candy and stumbles onward to -- BILLY'S HOUSE As he walks up to the front door, in the distant sky behind him the alien orb ship rises up and shoots off into space and we -- FADE OUT. THE END [end]
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DELIVERY EXT. HALLOWEEN DECORATED HOUSE - SUBURBIA - NIGHT A row of TRICK OR TREATERS excitedly leave the porch of an average American home -- A sh*tty RED HONDA CIVIC sputters into the driveway just as the children pass. An ILLUMINATED SIGN on the car identifies it as a vehicle for pizza delivery. DAN, late 20's and slightly pot marked, steps out of the vehicle with a cardboard pizza box that steams in the frigid air. THE PORCH A morbid and elaborately decorated porch boasts TWO DUMMIES holding KNIVES -- RED CORN SYRUP splattered everywhere to emulate blood... Dan wears a fake grin as he approaches the door -- rings the DOORBELL. One of the dummies SCREAMS TO LIFE and grabs Dan by the arm, causing Dan to YELP and DROP THE PIZZA. The man disguised as the dummy CHUCKLES. The front door opens revealing a WOMAN with a bowl of candy. WOMAN WITH CANDY I didn't hear trick or treat. She looks at Dan, who is visibly embarrassed. DUMMY MAN He certainly got tricked. DAN (disguising anger with hospitality) Guess so. WOMAN WITH CANDY Oh it's the pizza guy! (turns back into house) Pizza's here guys! Her eyes turn back to Dan and then to the floor where the pizza box lies, her grin fades. Dan suppresses a smile. INT. HONDA CIVIC - ON THE ROAD - NIGHT Dan takes a generous swig from a FLASK full of booze, recoiling at the after taste. DAN Damn. He looks up finding the familiar silhouette of a cop car in his rear view mirror and silently panics. A beat. The cop car switches lanes and passes him. Relief. EXT. JIMBO'S JUMBO PIZZAS - NIGHT As Dan exits his car, his severely underweight manager NICK (30's), walks out of the pizzeria to greet him. DAN Never been tipped in candy before. NICK Just got a call. You dropped the damn pizza for Hammond Avenue? DAN Guy jumped out of nowhere at me with a knife. A knife Nick! NICK It's Halloween Dan. What do you expect? DAN I didn't expect to be working tonight, that's for damn sure. NICK Spare me. No time to dick around, one of the cooks forgot about an order from twenty minutes ago and we got to get it out to Fairview pronto. DAN Nope, I'm off in five. NICK Nope, you're here till eleven. DAN The hell I am. NICK If you want to keep your job you are. DAN Dude this is bullsh*t. I wasn't even scheduled tonight Nick. I have plans. NICK We're still short a driver. Sorry kid. Fairview. Ten minutes. Go. INT. HONDA CIVIC - ON THE ROAD - NIGHT Resigned, Dan takes yet another drink from his flask-o-booze as he drives. DAN (mumbling) Stupid bastard. I should just quit. Eat this damn pizza myself. EXT. OLDER DECREPIT HOUSE - FAIRVIEW - NIGHT The Honda pulls up to the house which seems to be completely void of life. Dan checks the address. It's correct. He heads to the front door, which is slightly ajar. DAN Hello? Pizza. Pizza's here. Anyone home? He cautiously peaks his head in the doorway... If there was ever a general consensus on what an abandoned dilapidated house is, then this is it. It's apparent no one has lived here for over a decade. Maybe more. DAN (CONT'D) Damn prank call. Dan starts back for the car. A WOMAN'S SCREAM from inside the house permeates the eerie peace of the night. Dan rushes in. INT. OLDER DECREPIT HOUSE - CONTINUOUS Dan darts in, looking around the living room finding no sign of anyone until a GLINT OF LIGHT hits his eye -- Light coming from the end of a long hallway. DAN Heard a scream. Is everyone okay? Anyone? IN THE HALL Dan cautiously approaches the source of the light -- a door at the end of the hall -- He opens the door... IN THE LIT ROOM ...a WOMAN is severely bleeding all over the floor, quietly panting and moaning. Deep gashes penetrate her body. TWO BEARDED MEN dressed in leather stand over her with HUNTING KNIVES covered in DARK COAGULATED BLOOD. Dan drops the pizza box in horror and catches the gaze of the two men. DAN (CONT'D) Oh f**k this. Dan bolts for the exit. The two men follow right behind. EXT. OLDER DECREPIT HOUSE - SAME Dan sprints to the car, jumps in and without even closing the door PEELS OUT down the road at 70 miles and hour! INT. HONDA CIVIC - ON THE ROAD - SAME Dan recklessly careens between cars as he tries to close his car door. DAN Oh my god. Oh my god. Finally he gets the door closed -- looks back up at the road in front of him. A LITTLE GIRL dressed up as a princess stands in the middle of the road, a deer in headlights. DAN SLAMS ON THE BRAKES. Too late! A SICKENING THUD! -- The princess lies on the hood of Dan's car crying in agony. A CROWD gathers around the car. DISSOLVE TO: INT. POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT Dan sits at a table clearly shaken up, eyes red from crying. Before Dan sits a DETECTIVE. DETECTIVE And that was after you heard the scream? DAN I went in the house after I heard the scream. (off look) Why aren't you guys over there trying to arrest those guys? (somber) That poor woman. DETECTIVE We do have police over there, they've been searching and they haven't found one damn thing that supports anything you've told us, except that a call was made from that house to your work and you hit an innocent little girl... while drinking and driving. DAN But the little girl is alive! That woman is probably dead now! DETECTIVE It looks like you're the only person that's been in that house besides the occasional homeless guy. DAN What about the blood?! There's blood over there! All over the damn place! DETECTIVE Kid, there is no blood. The only thing that we've found over there is a box of sh*tty pizza. No one has had residency at that place since some bikers gang raped a woman and killed her... (off Dan's look) ...but that was forty something years ago, back in the sixties. The detective turns to a UNIFORMED COP standing in the corner of the room and nods. As the detective rises from the table the cop moves over to Dan. COP At this time you are being charged with driving under the influence of alcohol and supplying false information to a police-- DAN (interrupting) I saw it. I know what I f**king saw! COP You may be charged with other offenses as the investigation concludes. DAN No. No. No. That's bullsh*t. The cop places handcuffs back on Dan and escorts him out of the interrogation room. DAN (CONT'D) I know what happened. I know what I saw! DISSOLVE TO: INT. OLDER DECREPIT HOUSE - ROOM AT THE END OF THE HALLWAY - NIGHT A FEMALE INVESTIGATOR snaps on a pair of RUBBER GLOVES and bends down with a SMALL FLASHLIGHT in her teeth. The light illuminates the pizza box which the investigator opens. TWO SLICES of pizza are missing. She closes the box and places it in a large evidence bag. FADE OUT. [end]
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MASKERADE FADE IN: EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF APARTMENT BLOCK - NIGHT Four delinquents wearing plastic Halloween masks (pushed back on their heads) stare up at the building. WOLFMAN swigs from a beer bottle, he's the leader of this pack, who are much too old for trick-or-treating. SNOW WHITE is his bitch. DRACULA is his sniveling follower. FAIRY PRINCESS (wearing tiny gossamer wings) is big and dangerous and likes to hurt people. DRACULA You sure this guy lives alone? WOLFMAN Yeah I'm sure. DRACULA I dunno... FAIRY PRINCESS Let's fcuking do it. The 4 step forward together, full of piss and menace. INT. HALLWAY, STEPHEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT MMMMMM. An electrically powered wheelchair rolls past. It stops at the front door. The wheelchair's weakling occupant sits slumped with his head to one side, like Stephen Hawking. His name is also STEPHEN but he's not into science. He's into women. And a woman's GIGGLING comes from the other side of the door. Stephen's eyes, huge behind his thick-lensed glasses, burn with desire. INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE STEPHEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Fairy Princess is doing the giggling. FAIRY PRINCESS I'm gonna piss myself, I don't find a toilet. DRACULA People are gonna hear us, shut up! FAIRY PRINCESS Who's going to call the cops on Halloween, d!ckhead? WOLFMAN Everybody cool it. Shhh. Wolfman peers through the spy-hole, into the apartment. FISH EYE LENS POV - looking into Stephen's apartment hallway, which is empty, no sign of Stephen. WOLFMAN Get ready. Soon as we're in, you grab money, watches, jewels, anything that looks like it might be worth something. SNOW WHITE Freddy never pays us enough. WOLFMAN We bring him quality, he'll pay. Good sh!t only, you got that? Nods. Wolfman pokes the doorbell button. DING DONG! INT. HALLWAY, STEPHEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT DING DONG! echoes down the hallway. CLOSE UP of Stephen's electric wheelchair control arm, with buttons and switches. Stephen's shaking hand thumbs a switch. INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE STEPHEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT CLICK goes the lock, and the door swings inward, opened by an invisible hand. Wolfman steps back and looks at the others, unsure. SNOW WHITE Spooky. FAIRY PRINCESS Fcuk are you waiting for? Fairy Princess marches into Stephen's apartment hallway. Wolfman, Snow White and Dracula lower their masks over their faces and follow her inside. INT. HALLWAY, STEPHEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Fairy Princess checks the doors to left and right. FAIRY PRINCESS Oh thank God. She goes off camera, into a toilet. Seconds later, the sound of high-pressure PEEING. Dracula stares, mesmerized. Snow White slaps his head, he has to fix his mask. Wolfman advances cautiously down the apartment hallway. SNOW WHITE (shouts) Trick or treat! WOLFMAN Jesus... SNOW WHITE What? It's Halloween. The toilet flushes, Fairy Princess exits, fixing her skirts. SNOW WHITE Next time, close the door. The Count nearly had his d!ck out. FAIRY PRINCESS I'll cut it off. I need food. WOLFMAN We're not here to eat! MMMMMM. The electric motor sound makes them stare at the far end of the hallway. Stephen in his wheelchair stares back at them, head tilted to one side. The four intruders look at each other. Is it really gonna be this easy? Dracula slowly pushes the front door shut, with a menacing sense of trapping Stephen in his own apartment. CLICK. INT. LIVING ROOM, STEPHEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Stephen's POV, the wheelchair control stick has been jammed so the wheelchair spins around and around on the spot like a nauseating fairground ride. Snow White laughs and claps at Stephen's sick expression. Fairy Princess stuffs her face with corn chips from a giant bag, spilling some from her mouth as she laughs too. The wheelchair stops. Stephen gasps with relief. Snow White and Fairy Princess boo and throw corn chips at him. Wolfman carries electronic goods, iPad, iPlayer, laptop, cables, and dumps them on the couch with a big plasma TV. WOLFMAN Glad to see we're all on the job! Dracula holds up bourbon and vodka bottles. DRACULA Looky what I found! Wolfman snatches the bourbon bottle. WOLFMAN Mine! Snow White grabs the vodka bottle, she and Fairy Princess take turns swigging it neat, like the ladies they are. DRACULA You gotta wonder about this guy. How can he live alone? I mean look at him. Someone's gotta feed him. Empty his piss bag. Wolfman crouches down beside Stephen. WOLFMAN When are they due back? Stephen makes croaking sounds as his mouth struggles to form words. WOLFMAN What are you, some kind of frog? FAIRY PRINCESS Croak for us, frog! SNOW WHITE Maybe he needs a computer to talk. DRACULA Hey yeah, I saw this guy on TV. (robotic voice) Give. Me. More. Drugs. Man. Wolfman slaps Stephen hard, rocking him and his wheelchair. WOLFMAN When are they due, frog? Stephen doesn't answer. Wolfman raises his hand again-- FAIRY PRINCESS Lemme talk to him. Fairy Princess leans in close to Stephen, giving him a view of Boob Valley. Stephen's eyes widen, he shakes uncontrollably. FAIRY PRINCESS You live with your family? Stephen shakes his head, a twitchy movement. FAIRY PRINCESS That's a no. But someone looks after you, yeah? DRACULA Like a mechanic. Checks your oil. Wipes your windscreen. FAIRY PRINCESS Someone looks after you? Stephen nods his head, a superhuman effort. FAIRY PRINCESS Are they coming by tonight? Stephen shakes his head, his eyes on her boobs. Dracula laughs and points-- DRACULA The little sh!t's got a hard-on like a baseball bat! BAM! Fairy Princess punches Stephen, rocking him. FAIRY PRINCESS You disgust me. WOLFMAN Whoa, you go, girl! Snow White steps up and shoves her t!ts in Stephen's face. SNOW WHITE Is this what you want, huh? Stephen is squashed and suffocating but yeah, oh yeah, this is what he wants. Snow White draws back and punches Stephen hard, his glasses go flying. SNOW WHITE Freak! Snow White and Fairy Princess glance at other, coming to an instant understanding. They tear into Stephen with their fists, giving him a beating he won't forget, if he survives. From Stephen's POV it's a bizarre shaky montage of smiling plastic masks and crazy eyes, frantic movement, fists coming in at him from all angles, rocking his vision. DRACULA Jesus! You're gonna kill him! WOLFMAN Let 'em have their fun. Snow White and Fairy Princess beat Stephen a while longer. Then they step back, breathing hard and tired. Stephen lies slumped in his wheelchair, eyes closed, face puffed and bruised, bleeding from nose and lips. Wolfman pulls Snow White close. They kiss, mask to mask. WOLFMAN Good job, babe. FAIRY PRINCESS Let's get outta this dump. Fairy Princess exits to the hallway, Wolfman and Snow White follow, cuddling each other and laughing. WOLFMAN (to Dracula) Bring the sh!t. Dracula stares at the electronic items and the big TV on the couch. He stuffs the smaller items into his pockets and inside his jacket, and lugs the TV into the hallway. DRACULA Why is it always me? Stephen's still slumped in his wheelchair, unmoving, bloody. INT. HALLWAY, STEPHEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Fairy Princess pulls on the front door handle, door won't move, it's locked. FAIRY PRINCESS Anyone see a key? SNOW WHITE I don't even see a keyhole. Wolfman looks back, sees Dracula exit the living room with the TV. The living room door swings shut behind Dracula! WOLFMAN Hey, hey, who shut the door! Dracula tries to open the living room door. Can't, it's locked too. He puts down the TV and shoulder-slams the door. Ow! He kicks it instead. And again. Nothing. Fairy Princess looks round as the bathroom door slams shut. Snow White looks round as the other doors along the hallway slam shut. Unseen electric motors. CLICK CLICK CLICK. WOLFMAN 'Sgoing on, man?! They try various doors, all locked, they're trapped here. WOLFMAN It's that frog in the wheelchair. He's gotta be doing this! Snow White stares up at a security camera on the ceiling. Her reflection in the lens. A red LED winks on and off. SNOW WHITE He's watching us. Wolfman pushes her aside and snarls at the camera. WOLFMAN Let us out of here, freak! No answer. Wolfman pounds and kicks the front door. INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE STEPHEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT A muffled THUMP THUMP THUMP. CLOSE UP of Stephen's wheelchair control arm, a pop-up LCD screen shows the security camera POV of the gang. INT. HALLWAY, STEPHEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Everyone looks up as a robotic voice booms from a speaker. ROBOTIC VOICE (V.O.) Show. Me. Your. Breasts. And. I. Will. Consider. Letting. You. Go. Snow White and Fairy Princess exchange looks. FAIRY PRINCESS Fuuuuuuuuuu They expose their boobs for the security camera. SNOW WHITE Happy now, freak? INT. LIVING ROOM, STEPHEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Stephen's bloody face twists into a happy smile. INT. HALLWAY, STEPHEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT ROBOTIC VOICE (V.O.) Now. You. Will. Punch. Each. Other. Snow White and Fairy Princess look at each other. SNOW WHITE Screw you, I'm not gonna-- BAM! Fairy Princess lands a haymaker. ROBOTIC VOICE (V.O.) Now. You. --meaning Wolfman, reflected in the security camera lens. ROBOTIC VOICE (V.O.) Will. Go. Down. On. Him. --meaning Dracula, reflected in the security camera lens. FAIRY PRINCESS Fuuuuuuuuuu INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE STEPHEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT A muffled THUMP THUMP THUMP. And Wolfman's faint voice: WOLFMAN Let us out! Let us out! Please! FADE OUT [end]
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