[Dean's World] Kevin D.: Here's A Little Thing I Wrote...

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Posted by Kevin D.:
Here's A Little Thing I Wrote...
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   Iâve long since deluded myself into believing that I have a penchant
   for wordsmithery. Yes, I know that âwordsmitheryâ isnât a word. Still,
   though I work in IT I dream of one day pulling the wool over someoneâs
   eyes and getting them to pay me to write. Iâve done poetry, prose and
   everything in between. But being a fan of movies and letting myself
   get sucked into the fantasy they create Iâve long wanted to make films
   myself. Iâve got a few screenplays under my belt but theyâre entirely
   too grandiose to be done as an independent production. However, Iâve
   recently completed one in record time (a week!) and Iâm in talks with
   some people about getting it produced. Now, donât get too excited. The
   people Iâm looking to work with arenât Hollywood insiders. Heck, the
   guy with the film equipment works for Westland RESA in Wayne County.
   Another guy, who happens to be the previous guyâs boss, works in IT.
   Film is just something they do on the side.

   But what I want to do is something theyâve never done before. I just
   gotta convince the guy with the cameras that what Iâve written doesnât
   suck. So far everyone Iâve shown the script to loves it. So, if Dean
   and John can talk about their book here I think I can talk about my
   most recent screenplay. Or, at least, post excerpts for your
   enjoyment. Feel free to comment and ask questions. Be aware that the
   language does get harsh. And to anyone familiar with screenplays
   you'll notice the formatting is off. Can't be helped (as far as I can
   tell). PowerBlogs doesn't seem to support that kind of formatting.

   Hereâs to hoping it doesnât suck!

   ([1]And so it begins...)

   FADE IN: INT. CURTIS' ROOM - NIGHT It's dark. CURTIS, late 20s, is in
   bed and seemingly sleeping. There are THREE SMALL CAMERAS in here and
   they're all pointed at him. An illuminated RED LIGHT on each indicate
   they're on and recording. We're here for a few moments then slowly

   CLOSE ON CURTIS His eyes are closed and is lightly snoring.

   CLOSE ON CURTIS' EYES After a few beats his eyes suddenly open wide
   and he holds his breath. He's terrified.

   WIDE ON ROOM Curtis is looking around the room wildly. He senses
   something is here but he just can't put a finger on it. He's quietly
   whimpering.

   TIGHT ON BED Curtis lays back and closes his eyes tightly.

   CLOSE ON CURTIS' FACE

   CURTIS (scared shitless)
   Itshappeningitshappeningitshappeningitshappeningitshappening...

   Curtis stops suddenly, sits up, and looks around. Something isn't
   right. Something is different.

   CURTIS Nononono... what's going on?

   An unseen force pushes Curtis back down. He struggles but can't move.

   CURTIS (screaming) I can't move! It's holding me! Get in here! Get in
   here! Get in here!

   On Curtis' cries for help we

   FADE TO BLACK.

   FADE IN: TITLE SEQUENCE: (PLAY "100%" BY ANGELSPIT)

   INT. GOTHIC DANCE CLUB SUPERIMPOSE: ONE WEEK EARLIER

   The music is too loud. "Stand Up" by Stromkern is playing. The dance
   floor is too crowded. The strobe lights are too bright. And everyone
   is having a blast. Men and women wearing all manner of clothing (and
   some things that don't look like clothing) are twisting and grinding
   to songs entirely too dark for mainstream taste. A latex clad nun
   gyrates against a woman in something out of the Renaissance. Another
   young man twirls glow sticks in hypnotic waves.

   ON A PAIR OF BOOTS Someone is making their way through the crowd with
   purpose.

   HIGH OVERHEAD THE DANCE FLOOR Inside the undulating mass we make out
   one figure making a straight line to the opposite side of the floor.

   BEHIND FIGURE We now see that the person, the way they swagger, is
   most definitely female and she's dressed for the location. People
   glance at her as she passes and the wise ones move out of her way. She
   makes it to a DOOR and enters.

   ABOVE CROWD LOOKING AT THE DOOR The light from the door briefly cuts
   through the darkness of the dance floor but that is short lived as the
   door quickly closes. No one appears to notice as they go about their
   business.

   INT. CLUB STORAGE ROOM The woman walks down a short hallway...

   ANGLE ON WOMAN And enters the room itself. She's wearing a black
   leather bustier under a black leather trench coat, with a black shirt
   and pink tie. She looks to be in her late 20s or early 30s. Her name
   is CASSANDRA and she wants to get her business over quickly.

   Sitting at a small table is a tall black man playing a game of
   solitaire. His name is VINCENT and he motions for Cassandra to sit
   without looking up from his game.

   CASSANDRA (annoyed) That's not really a game for two.

   VINCENT I wasn't inviting you in. With those boots I thought you might
   like to sit for a moment.

   CASSANDRA Your kindness touches me.

   She takes a seat. Vincent continues to play in silence.

   CASSANDRA Are we gonna get to business or what?

   VINCENT You came all this way, I'm sure a few moments longer won't
   make any difference.

   CASSANDRA I don't have time for this. Just give me what I came for and
   we can continue ignoring what we each do.

   Vincent looks up. His eyes are dark and vicious. Like a caged beast
   just waiting for someone to leave the latch off.

   VINCENT I have to ask, what do you want with them anyway? They're not
   exactly your style.

   CASSANDRA They're not for me.

   VINCENT Who then?

   CASSANDRA That's not any of your business - look, are you going to ask
   me questions all day or can we get with it already? Do I need to talk
   to the guy holding your leash?

   Anger flashes across Vincent's face but it's gone as quickly as it
   came. He smiles and pushes back from the table.

   VINCENT We're both concerned what will be done with them. Relics of
   this magnitude are hard to come by and in the wrong hands... could
   prove dangerous.

   CASSANDRA To you, you mean.

   VINCENT (threatening) Anything that's dangerous to us quickly becomes
   dangerous for you.

   CASSANDRA (rueful) Your kindness is getting to be a habit, I think I
   might cry. (beat) I'm definitely gonna jot this down in my journal
   today. Surround it with hearts and glitter. (angry) We had a fucking
   deal. You should have gotten this paranoia crap out of the way before
   you signed on the dotted line. (sardonic) I thought you of all people
   knew how this shit worked.

   Vincent stands and Cassandra is quickly on her feet. The tension in
   the room is growing and threatens to explode.

   VINCENT I'm afraid we're going to have to alter the deal. We've
   decided the item in question is far more valuable than what you paid
   for it.

   CASSANDRA This is bullshit! I didn't buy a goddamned car from you. You
   don't get to have seller's remorse.

   VINCENT I'm sorry but until we discern what you intend to do we cannot
   allow them out of our possession.

   Cassandra flips the table out of her way and walks right up to Vincent
   and glares. She's not looking at Vincent but, rather, something inside
   him.

   CASSANDRA You'll hand it over now or I'll rip you and your bitch
   apart.

   Vincent's face and demeanor changes. Something else is in control of
   him now and they're wearing his body like a suit. His voice is
   unnaturally deep and tight. Demonic is the right word.

   VINCENT Vincent invited me. You have no power here little one.

   CASSANDRA Maybe I can't evict you... but I sure as hell can make you
   hurt.

   Cassandra takes several paces back and reaches into her coat. Victor
   lunges with a roar.

   INTERCUT: INT. GOTHIC DANCE CLUB

   The music is ear-bleedingly loud and pumping. Lights course back and
   forth over the dancing crowd.

   Cassandra finds herself tossed into a storage rack and laying on the
   ground. Vincent is towering over her.

   VINCENT You should know better than to play in my backyard.

   Cassandra has slipped her hand into her coat unnoticed.

   CASSANDRA It may be your backyard...

   She produces a small vial filled with fine salt. The lid is already
   removed.

   CASSANDRA ... but I brought my own toys.

   She tosses the salt in a line between Vincent and herself. He jumps
   back and roars.

   VINCENT You stupid little girl!

   He grabs a chair and throws it at her.

   The flashing lights on the dance floor are nearly seizure inducing.
   The dancing looks like the images of a flip book flipped way too slow.
   Movements are disjointed and awkward. Still, there's something almost
   erotic about it. Think of the dance orgy in the second "Matrix" film
   but not nearly as annoying.

   The chair that was aimed at Cassandra now lays in splinters where she
   once stood. She's drawn another line of salt on the ground and Vincent
   leers at her, trapped on the wrong side of it. Cassandra is breathing
   heavily and sporting a few scratches and fresh bruises.

   VINCENT What do you hope to accomplish here? All I have to do is give
   control back to Vincent and your barriers are useless.

   CASSANDRA Vincent fights like a bitch. (beat) But you are right about
   the salt.

   Cassandra digs into the inside pocket of her coat and produces an
   ORNATE CROSS.

   VINCENT You fighting vampires now?

   Cassandra smiles and violently throws the cross at Vincent. It knocks
   him to his back as if he were hit by an anvil. While he's still dazed
   Cassandra picks the cross up from the ground and drops it on Vincent's
   chest. He gasps and flails but the cross is like an immovable dead
   weight on him.

   CASSANDRA Not even Vincent can move this. (beat) At least while you're
   still riding him.

   Cassandra takes the remaining chair over to Vincent and sits. She
   brushes the hair from her face and admires her work. Vincent continues
   to flail and writhe but cannot move his torso.

   VINCENT (seething) You've gone too far here. You'll pay for this.

   CASSANDRA Maybe, but you're gonna pay first. Either you give me what I
   came for or I make your life a whole lot more uncomfortable before I
   leave.

   VINCENT You're already dead. The dead are my realm.

   CASSANDRA If that's how you want to play it...

   Cassandra comes to her feet and produces a POUCH from her coat. She
   walks circles around Vincent and pinches its contents across his
   wrists and ankles while chanting. This binds those limbs to the
   ground.

   CASSANDRA (chanting) Eta Kooram Nah Smech Eta Kooram Nah Smech Eta
   Kooram Nah Smech...

   VINCENT You witch! Release me!

   Cassandra collects the cross from Vincent's chest and places it inside
   her coat.

   CASSANDRA Keep your part of the deal and I'll see what I can do.
   Vincent snarls and bares his teeth.

   VINCENT (teeth clenched) Inside pocket.

   Cassandra eyes him for a moment then goes into his pocket and pulls
   out a SMALL POUCH. She admires her prize for a moment and puts it
   away.

   CASSANDRA That wasn't so hard.

   VINCENT Release me!

   CASSANDRA (dismissive) Release yourself.

   VINCENT We had a deal!

   CASSANDRA (furious) And you rewrote it! That isn't how this works you
   son-of-a-bitch. (beat) I have what you owed me. That concludes our
   contract. I am not obligated to do anything further for you without
   negotiation of a new contract.

   VINCENT You'll pay for this.

   Cassandra crouches close to Vincent's face.

   CASSANDRA You come after me without cause and its open season on your
   kind. You attempted to alter our deal after I fulfilled my
   obligations. That's a no-no you prick. (beat) You brought this on
   yourself. No one will back this play and you know it. (beat) You tried
   to be smart. You tried to punk me. And you're going to pay for it.

   VINCENT What are you talking about?

   CASSANDRA I wouldn't let you up even if I could. The only way Vincent
   is moving is if you leave his body. At which point it's up to him to
   let you back in. (beat) One can only hope he's smart enough to learn
   from this experience. (beat) But we both know he isn't.

   Cassandra reaches into Vincent's pants pocket and pulls out his
   wallet.

   VINCENT What are you doing?

   CASSANDRA What does it look like?

   She pulls out a wad of cash and tosses the wallet on Vincent's chest.
   She then stands up and walks out.

   CASSANDRA (waving) See ya.

   EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT WIDE ON LOT

   Cassandra exits a large IRON DOOR that open onto the small lot. We
   hear the BOOMING MUSIC from below until the door closes. Cassandra
   looks distressed. Then she convulses and gags, falls to her knees and
   vomits onto the pavement.

   BACK TO SCENE She coughs and spits and looks to see if anyone is
   watching. After getting satisfied she's not being spied upon she comes
   to her feet and disappears into the shadows.

   CASSANDRA (V.O.) These had better be fucking worth it.

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