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    HOLIDOME

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                   FADE IN:
    
                   INT. SUBURBAN SHOPPING MALL - NIGHT
    
                   SUPER:  7:30 PM, DECEMBER 24
    
                   Sappy holiday music through the PA system...
    
                   "Jingle, jingle, ding, ding..."
    
                                         HOLIDAY CHOIR
                                  (over PA system)
                             'Tis the season for buying gifts for 
                             everyone...
    
                   BIRDSEYE VIEW
    
                   Through tangles of ornaments and giant nutcracker figures 
                   hanging from the ceiling...
    
                   People scurrying like ants between kiosks and storefronts.
    
                   GROUND LEVEL
    
                   Chaos.  Masses of frantic shoppers, babies crying, bumping, 
                   shouting.
    
                   BRITTNEY, 14, a teenage suburban princess, storms through 
                   the crowd, yelling at her MOTHER, 45, who's loaded with the 
                   day's kill.
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                             Great, now we'll never find one.
    
                   Told you not to wait so long.
    
                   INT. SUBURBAN SHOPPING MALL WOMEN'S RESTROOM - NIGHT
    
                   Vomiting and gagging from inside a closed stall.
    
                   VERA NEELY, 37, presses up against the stall door.
    
                                         VERA NEELY
                             Are you okay honey?
    
                   The stall door opens.  CALLIE NEELY, 13, bald, sickly pale, 
                   steps out, wiping her mouth with a tissue.
    
                                         CALLIE NEELY
                             Yeah, fine.
    
                                         VERA NEELY
                             Maybe we should go home now. The 
                             lines are pretty long.
    
                                         CALLIE NEELY
                             No mom, I want to see Santa Claus.
    
                   Brittney steps from the adjacent stall, staring at Callie, 
                   gasping when she finally recognizes her.
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                             Oh my God!  Callie, is that you?
    
                   Callie smiles.
    
                                         CALLIE NEELY
                             Hey, Brittney.  How's it going?
    
                   Vera heads for the door.
    
                                         VERA NEELY
                             I'll be outside.
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                             Uh, your hair?
    
                   Callie, swipes a hand across her bald head.
    
                                         CALLIE NEELY
                             Chemo, radiation.  Decided to shave 
                             the rest.  Last minute shopping?
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                             Yeah, I'm so pissed, my Mom waited...
                                  (beat)
                             Anyway, you?
    
                                         CALLIE NEELY
                             Kinda corny, but I wanted to see 
                             Santa Claus... you know.
    
                   Callie, eyes welling with tears, looks to the floor.
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                             Christ, have you seen the line?
    
                   INT. SUBURBAN SHOPPING MALL SANTA'S VILLAGE - NIGHT
    
                   A nervous SANTA ELF, 19, speaks into a microphone.
    
                                         SANTA ELF
                                  (filtered through 
                                  speaker)
                             I'm sorry, but Santa has to leave.
                             He has a very busy night.  He'll 
                             only be able to see those in front 
                             of the rope line.
    
                   Groans, yelling, children wailing.
    
                   Brittney, in line with Callie, yells...
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                             You gotta be kidding, no way.
    
                   Brittney grabs Callie's hand, storming toward Santa.
    
                   The Elf steps in their way.
    
                                         SANTA ELF
                             Excuse me, you can't...
    
                   Brittney shoves the Elf out of the way.
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                             Go make some toys sister.
    
                   EXT. SUBURBAN SHOPPING MALL PARKING LOT - NIGHT
    
                   A SECURITY GUARD escorts Brittney and Callie out of the mall.
    
                   Brittney turns, snaps at the Security Guard.
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                             Way to go mall cop.  Don't you have 
                             some shoplifters to catch?
    
                                         CALLIE NEELY
                             I better call my mom.
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                             Wait!
    
                   Brittney points across the parking lot.
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                             Look!
    
                   EXT. CAR SUBURBAN SHOPPING MALL PARKING LOT - NIGHT
    
                   SANTA tosses his hat into the car, plops behind the wheel.
    
                   INT. CAR SUBURBAN SHOPPING MALL PARKING LOT - NIGHT
    
                   Country western music from the radio.  Santa drives away, 
                   lights a cigarette and takes a swig from a brown paper bag.
    
                   Someone pounds on the car, BANG, BANG, BANG.
    
                   A MUFFLED VOICE from outside.
    
                                         MUFFLED VOICE
                             Hey, stop, stop!
    
                   Santa peers into the sideview mirror.
    
                   Brittney runs alongside the car, Callie in tow.
    
                   Santa stops the car.
    
                   Brittney, breathless, pokes her head through the open window.
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                             My friend... she needs to see you...
    
                   Santa leans his head out of the window, sees Callie, hands 
                   on her knees, panting.
    
                                         SANTA
                             Look, I put in twelve hours today.
                             Been smacked, kicked, spit on.  I'm 
                             goin' home.
    
                   Santa rolls up the window, pulls forward.
    
                   SANTA'S POV - BRITTNEY THROUGH WINDSHIELD
    
                   Brittney sprints in front of the car, slamming both hands on 
                   the hood.
    
                   Santa stops the car, jumps out, reaches for his cell phone.
    
                                         SANTA
                             Are you crazy?  I'm callin' security.
    
                   Brittney runs to Callie, yanks off her knit cap, bald head 
                   gleaming under the parking lot lamps.
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                                  (crying)
                             Look, she needs to see you.  Okay?
    
                   EXT. SANTA'S CAR - NIGHT
    
                   With the trunk open, Santa sits on the back bumper, Callie 
                   on his lap.
    
                                         SANTA
                             So, what can I bring you for 
                             Christmas?
    
                   Brittney throws a snowball, nailing a plastic reindeer 
                   strapped to a lamppost.
    
                   Callie gazes up at the falling snow.
    
                                         CALLIE NEELY
                             How about another Christmas.
    
                   Santa smiles.
    
                                         SANTA
                             You got it.
    
                   Santa turns to Brittney.
    
                                         SANTA
                             How about you?
    
                   Brittney hurls another snowball, her back to Santa.
    
                                         BRITTNEY
                             Ditto.
    
                   From a speaker...
    
                                         HOLIDAY CHOIR
                                  (filtered through PA 
                                  system)
                             "Silent night, holy night, All is 
                             calm, all is bright.."
    
                                                                      FADE OUT:
    Last edited by Mark Somers; 12-29-2009, 08:36 PM.

  • #2
    Re: Santa Chase Scene Entries

    RAINDEER
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                   OVER BLACK
    
                   Lightning flashes. A clasp of thunder ROARS across the ocean 
                   waves. In the distance, a small but bright red light floats 
                   across the horizon.
    
                   It comes from RUDOLPH, a red nosed reindeer. Tonight he flies 
                   solo, but for the fat, bearded man mounted on his back. That 
                   man is SANTA.
    
                   Rudolph weaves through the clouds, hot on the heels of 
                   PEDANTICUS CHRISTMASHATERCUS. Tall and lean, he wears a jet 
                   black body suit with the letters "PC" embroided across his 
                   chest plate. He carries something in his hand.
    
                   PC slices through the rain. Raises his hand to shield his 
                   eyes. It's now clear what he is holding; Santa's sack.
    
                   He veers violently toward the ocean. Rudolph follows.
    
                   PC straightens his path so that he flies a mere metre above 
                   the ocean.
    
                   Rudolph reaches the same point and tries to straighten.
    
                   However, Santa's weight proves too much. Rudolph's back legs 
                   crash into the ocean.
    
                   Rudolph kicks hard. Too hard. As he regains his balance, 
                   Santa starts to slide off.
    
                   He reaches out and just manages to grip Rudolph's ass. Red 
                   and white pant legs flail about in the ocean. It's what a 
                   pebble skimming across a lake would look like if the pebble 
                   were enormously fat and clumsy.
    
                   PC looks back and lets out a thunderous laugh.
    
                   Eventually, a soaked Santa re-mounts his reindeer.
    
                                         RUDOLPH
                             You okay boss?
    
                   Santa tries to speak, but succeeds only in spitting out a 
                   fish.
    
                                         SANTA
                             Keep on him Rudolph. We can't let PC 
                             ruin Christmas.
    
                   Santa assumes an aerodynamic position atop Rudolph. The two 
                   fly across the ocean in pursuit of their nemesis.
    
                   PC rockets over the waves. His eyes dart about. Looks left.
    
                   Then right. A-HA! Spots what he was looking for; a small red 
                   buoy.
    
                   PC pulls a whistle from an armor compartment and blows it.
    
                   As Rudolph follows PC's trail, a KILLER WHALE leaps out of 
                   the Ocean. It's mouth opens wide, ready to devour it's prey.
    
                   Rudolph see the whale. Frantically tries to arc away.
    
                   SNAP! The whale's razor sharp teeth clamp down hard. On each 
                   other.
    
                   Rudolph spirals out of control. A massive blob of red and 
                   white fiercely rotates in the direction of a towering cliff.
    
                   CRUNCH! Rudolph spins head first into the cliff.
    
                   Nay, through the cliff!
    
                   Rudolph and Santa emerge on the other side. Santa breathes a 
                   sigh of relief. Rudolph, his red nose filed down to a mere 
                   red dot, looks down in shock.
    
                                         RUDOLPH
                             The ****** will pay for that.
    
                                         SANTA
                             He's not the only one with friends.
    
                   As Rudolph resumes the hunt, Santa pulls a device from his 
                   jacket and hits a button.
    
                   PC slows to a saunter. Looks back and laughs. Flies past the 
                   ocean, over a beach and into a carrot.
    
                   A big, mother****ing carrot. Despite it's size, the carrot 
                   looks small in the paws of THE EASTER BUNNY.
    
                   Rudolph and Santa arrive at the scene. Santa dismounts. Leans 
                   over PC's corpse and grabs his sack.
    
                                         SANTA
                             Thanks Hef.
    
                                         HEF THE EASTER BUNNY
                             Happy to do it Santa. You know you're 
                             not the only one PC was gunning for.
    
                                         SANTA
                             Sad isn't it? Thanks again for helping 
                             us out.
                                  (pointing to the carrot)
                             That big stick is amazing.
    
                                         HEF THE EASTER BUNNY
                                  (pointing to Santa's 
                                  sack)
                             Just make sure that's the only sack 
                             you grab tonight, eh?
    
                   Santa laughs and mounts Rudolph. Waves to Hef as Rudolph 
                   flies away.
    
                   Hef is joined by three small, cute bunnies. CRYSTAL, KRISTINA 
                   and KARISSA.
    
                                         HEF THE EASTER BUNNY
                             I don't care what the fat bastard 
                             says. Those two are more than just 
                             friends.
    
                   The three female bunnies giggle like schoolgirls.
    
                                         HEF THE EASTER BUNNY
                             Come on girls. Let's see what else 
                             this big stick can do.
    
                   FADE OUT.
    Last edited by Mark Somers; 12-25-2009, 06:34 PM.

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    • #3
      Re: Santa Chase Scene Entries

      ALL WE WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

      Code:
                     FADE IN:
      
                     INT - BEDROOM - NIGHT   
      
                     The bottom bunk is a huddled mass of blankets.  Lights flicker 
                     under the covers.   
      
                     INT - UNDER COVERS - NIGHT   
      
                     Two boys, rosy cheeked and bundled up. TIMMY, 8,  and BOBBY, 
                     10, hunched over a portable TV.   
      
                                           TV ANNOUNCER
                               We have word that Santa has been  
                               sighted over Seattle. Make sure--
      
                     The TV blinks off.   
      
                                           BOBBY
                               Let's go.   
      
                     INT - VEHICLE - NIGHT   
      
                                           TIMMY
                               Dad's gonna be mad.   
      
                                           BOBBY
                               I don't care. We have to do this.  
                               If it works out, Dad will thank us.   
      
                     Bobby inserts the key-card into the dash. LED's illuminate,  
                     electronics whir to life... the vehicle backs up.   
      
                                           TIMMY
                               We are gonna get in so much  trouble.   
      
                     EXT - SNOWY ROAD - NIGHT   
      
                     Two beams spotlight the road, then waver and cut across the  
                     field. We look up to see a HOVER-CAR fly past.   
      
                     INT - HOVER-CAR - NIGHT   
      
                     Timmy clutches the portable TV, watching for any updates.   
      
                                           BOBBY
                               Last year... He just ignored us.  
                               You wanted this, more than I do.   
      
                                           TIMMY
                               Yeah... But what if-
      
                     Bobby banks the hover-car to the right and points past Timmy.   
      
                                           BOBBY
                               There he is.   
      
                     The TV blinks off.   
      
                     EXT - NIGHT SKY - UMM...NIGHT   
      
                     The hover-car banks and barrel rolls.  It levels out and 
                     heads  straight for SANTA'S SLEIGH.  
      
                     The Hover-car pulls up beside the sleigh, matches its speed.  
                     The window lowers. Timmy busts out a BULL-HORN.  
      
                                           TIMMY
                                    (through bull-horn))
                               Santa, we need to talk to you!   
      
                     Saint Nick turns to the boys, winks.
      
                     EXT - SOME ROOFTOP - NIGHT
      
                     The boys exit the vehicle. They run towards Santa.
      
                     Bobby stops short... Timmy continues, jumps up, hugs St. 
                     Nick.
      
                     He cries into Santa's velvet jacket.
      
                                           SANTA
                               Timmy, Bobby... What's wrong?
      
                                           BOBBY
                               We don't want any gifts, this year.
      
                                           TIMMY
                                    (through his sniffles)
                               Yeah, you can have last year's 
                               presents, too.
      
                     A tear streams down Bobby's face, as he walks closer.
      
                                           BOBBY
                               We just--
                                    (choking up)
                               We just want our Mom back.
      
                     Bobby joins the hug and buries his mug.
      
                                           SANTA
                               I'm sorry for your loss, boys. I
                               really am, but I can't bring her-
      
                                           BOBBY
                               But your Santa... You're Magical...
      
                     Santa touches his nose and winks, yet again.
      
                                           SANTA
                               Aye, I am Magical... But even my 
                               powers have limits.
      
                     Both boys weep. Santa embraces them, squeezing hard.
      
                     He holds each back at arm's length, looks them in the eyes.
      
                                           SANTA
      
                                
                               I have something for you, both.
      
                     He treads back to the sleigh and pulls out two small gifts.
      
                                           SANTA
                               You can open them early. But I want 
                               you to go straight home, first. Your 
                               Dad must be worried sick.
      
                     Santa tosses each boy a package. The boys wipe tears away.
      
                     They come back in for one last hug.
      
                                           BOBBY
                               Thanks Santa.
      
                                           TIMMY
                               Thanks Santa.
      
                                           SANTA
                               Merry Christmas, Bobby and Timmy.
                               Merry Chri stmas.
      
                     FADE TO BLACK
      
                     FADE IN:
      
                     INT - BEDROOM - NIGHT
      
                     The bottom bunk is a huddled mass of blankets.
      
                     Lights flicker under the covers.
      
                     INT - UNDER COVERS - NIGHT
      
                     Bobby and Timmy sit, still rosy cheeked and bundled up. This 
                     time with tears streaming down their faces.
      
                     They each hold a HOLOGRAM BASE. A video of their Mom, playing, 
                     wrestling and tickling the boys is displayed.
      
                                                                        FADE OUT:

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      • #4
        Re: Santa Chase Scene Entries

        ASCENSION
        Last edited by cmmora; 05-02-2010, 01:19 PM. Reason: Entry removed by Mod at Writer's request.

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