I posted this in the scriptpages forum before. At that time the short was 6 pages, and had dippity doo crap peppered throughout, like flashbacks and dream sequences. So I took everyone's advice and got rid of all that fat. Maybe the short is too short now, I don't know.
Anyway, this is much in the same vein as Gore's halloween short, but since I'm an actual twin. It means more coming from me.
INT. NOBLE MANOR - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
A disheveled man, JOHN NOBLE, (30's) sits in a high backed
leather chair drinking a glass of brandy.
John stands from the chair, approaches a bar at the far end
of the room, fixes himself another glass of Brandy.
FLASH, a bolt of lightning illuminates the room.
John's face is reflected in a mirror above the wet bar, he
recoils, drops the glass of Brandy, it shatters on the hard
John takes a towel and begins to clean up after himself. The
phone rings. John answers.
John's about to hang up.
Thought it was easy to forget about me,
but I never forgot about you.
Who is this?
I've been with you since the beginning.
You have the wrong number.
John hangs up, visibly upset at the call,
John continues to clean up the shards of glass, but stops
when he sees the spreading amber liquid meet with a wet foot
print, a track of them lead out of the room.
INT. JOHN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
A door slams inward, John rushes towards a dresser at the far
end of the room next to his bed. He opens a drawer, rummages
through it. A shadowed figure stands behind at the entrance,
quietly watching John.
You won't find what you're looking for in
John reels back, startled. The shadowed figure holds a gun in
It's right here.
The figure lays the gun down on a dais next to the door.
Who are you? What do you want from me?
Is that any way to greet your closest
I don't have any friends.
Of course you don't.
The figure steps into the lamp light of the room, revealing
John's twin brother JAMES NOBLE, he wears a hospital gown.
you cast aside the only one you had.
James? I don't know how you got out, but
you need your medicine. I can help you,
just let me call your doctor.
How could you forget about me like that?
It wasn't my fault, you killed dad.
You got rid of me, like I didn't matter.
You're the murderer, not me.
I'm not the only one wearing a hospital
James smiles in mock satisfaction.
John looks down at his clothes, his suit has been replaced
with a hospital frock.
Those are the clothes of a murderer.
John lunges at James, grabs him by the throat. James laughs
I'm not a murderer!
John stops, realizes there's no one there, laughter echo's
throughout the room.
Could have fooled me.
John looks back, sees his reflection in a mirror, believes it
to be his brother. He grabs the gun off the dais, empties a
round at the reflection.
The bullet hits the mirror, shards of glass rain down to the
carpeted floor. John reluctantly approaches the shards of
glass on the floor, looks down at a kaleidoscopic image of
Realization seems to set in on John's reeling face.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
John enters into the kitchen.
He follows the wet footprints, approaches a linen closet,
reaches for the knob and opens the door.
The dead body of John's twin brother, James falls forward. He
wears an expensive suit, His throat has been slashed. John
looks at the body in disbelief.