This section can also be used for scripts and such. I've been thinking about making a small series in which we have short films. They can be "scary shorts" similar to
Tales from the Crypt and
Fear Itself. I don't know what it will be called or even how many episodes we'll do but, I've taken the liberty upon myself to write the first scene of a scary short film. I've got a pretty cool idea and it will develop further. Tell me if you think we should do this "show" and wether or not
you want to write a scary short film.
Here is the first scene of the episode
"Time and Punishment"TIME AND PUNISHMENT
SCENE 1
INT. DANIEL’S HOUSE- WORK ROOM.
Shot pans open to a ROOM lined with scattered paint cans and brushes. The Room is a mess of paint supplies. Shot panes across table and down to the floor. Shot moves to a CLOCK which lies smashed upon the floor. The hands on the CLOCK are still ticking. BLOOD pours down the CLOCK. VOICE OVER commences.
(V.O.)
Time is a relative manner. Perhaps your perception on time isn’t correct. You said to me that the past coincides with the present and future. Like…like your saying that the past and present are simultaneous?
The shot changes to a light room where two people are sitting.
DANIEL
Yes, but you’re not understanding what I’m saying. You need to see this from my perspective.
DR. WALTERS
Okay Andrew, how is your perspective on time any different than any other-
DANIEL
There is no future or past…or even present. There is just time. You insist on seeing only one edge of time…like picture all of time and space as a clock…yes?
DR. WALTERS
Hmm…continue
DANIEL
A timepiece has hundreds of gears and pieces moving together for a common purpose. What if every event of history, as well as events to come, as all just connected and ticking away?
DR. WALTERS
Daniel, Your saying then…as I drink a cup of coffee, Napoleon could be fighting France’s enemies at Waterloo. Don’t you see how ludicrous this whole notion sounds?
DANIEL
Ah! But Dr. Walters, you’re looking at time as a one-dimensional force. What if it is extended to three dimensions, with the past present and future all coinciding at the same time?
DR. WALTERS
Daniel, I think we should move on and talk about some other things in your life. Before you mentioned a girl, why don’t you tell me about her?
DANIEL
No…no…your not even listening to me
DR. WALTERS
Daniel this is only our fourth session. Yet, you continue to tell me your radical theories instead of telling me about your personal life. I assume that this is some time of defensive mechanism, but I find it strange that you sincerely believe these ideas of time. Tell me, why have you begun to think this way?
DANIEL
No…you’re mocking me. You don’t want to know about my thoughts; you just want to make me get over my “daddy issues”. Well I don’t need your assistance. I tried to tell you my thoughts and you’ve rejected them. I don’t need this.
DR. WALTERS
Well, I’m sorry to hear that Daniel. I thought we were making some progress. And as far as the state is concerned, you do need this. I’m trying to help you but you refuse to let me in. Tell me, what started this radical thinking of yours?
DANIEL
(Hesitant)
I’ve been drawing lately. And painting.
DR. WALTERS
That’s very good Daniel, usually it takes months until someone in your predicament can continue with their work. Go on…
DANIEL
It’s just…My paintings have been a little different. It’s helped me change my whole perspective on time and the world itself. The future is happening right now….and I’ve found a way to see it.
END OF SCENE
TIME AND PUNISHMENT
SCENE 2
INT. HOSPITAL- BED“SIX MONTHS AGO”
DANIEL sits up in his HOSPITAL BED. His head is bandaged and he is covered in bruises and sores. He awakes and looks down at his hands which are wrapped in bandages. DANIEL moves and cries out lightly in pain.
SARAH
Oh! Daniel, you’re awake! Wait no…no, no, no don’t try to move
DANIEL
My head…my hands…oh god, what happened?
SARAH
You mean you don’t remember?
DANIEL
What I?...everything is so fuzzy…I…I don’t know
SARAH
Daniel, I don’t know if you’re ready.
DANIEL
What happened…oh god was I hit by something?
SARAH looks down nervously.
DANIEL
You’re serious? Somebody hit me?...I…
DANIEL closes his eyes and his flashes back to see himself storming out of a house and walking angrily down the street. He turns into a blinding light and CAR SCHREECHES can be heard.
DANIEL
Oh God…I remember…that son-of a-bitch hit me.
SARAH
Daniel, I know you’ve been through a lot, but I wish that you didn’t take about him like that…
DANIEL
No, he deserves it. God Damnitt! He actually hit me with his car!
SARAH
Daniel, I don’t think that he meant to-
DANIEL
Is he here?
SARAH
He…Daniel
DANIEL
What?
DANIEL tries to sit up and falls back down into the bed in pain.
SARAH
Daniel be careful, your body’s fragile right now. You had to go through sugary…two of your ribs were broken…I…I was so worried.
SARAH sobs for a minute before staring back up at DANIEL.
DANIEL
Sarah…Where is he?
SARAH
(Hesitant)
Daniel…He didn’t make it. He went through the windshield…..he was unconscious and the doctor’s couldn’t revive him.
DANIEL
He’s dead.
SARAH
Yes…
SARAH cries lightly into a Kleenex.
DANIEL
(angry)
Sarah…why are you crying?
SARAH
Daniel please, you can’t still hold a grudge…
DANIEL
A grudge? I’ve never been happier! That asshole is finally dead. My only regret is that it didn’t happen sooner.
SARAH
Daniel! He was our father!
DANIEL
He beat you Sarah, he beat you-
SARAH
Daniel please, I don’t want to talk about this right-
DANIEL
Don’t want to talk about it? Sarah! That man has terrorized you and treated the both of us like shit for years. I’m glad he’s dead. My only regret is that mom never lived to see it.
SARAH
Daniel, please…I was so scared that you wouldn’t make it. I couldn’t lose you too. You’re alive! I don’t want to talk about this…I’m just glad that your okay.
DANIEL stirs uncomfortably and stares into the distance. SARAH lightly hugs him and sits back down. DANIEL’s face is read-less.
“FOUR MONTHS AGO”
INT. DANIEL’S HOUSE-WORKROOM.DANIEL is working in front of a canvas. His HANDS are still bandaged but his right hand is holding a PAINTBRUSH. Painting and drawing TOOLS surround him. SARAH is sitting on the BED behind him.
DANIEL
DAMNITT! I just…I can’t do it!
DANIEL is furious and he drops his BRUSH onto the ground. SARAH holds onto him and tries to calm him down.
SARAH
Daniel! Daniel you need to relax. Pace yourself, I’m sure that…it doesn’t look that bad!
DANIEL
Of course…you’re supposed to say that! You’re my sister….but honestly…it’s terrible.
The CANVAS is revealed, showing a poorly painted beach.
SARAH
Daniel, your doing fine and I’m sure that you’ll-
DANIEL
That I’ll what? “Find my talents” again? In case you haven’t noticed, I have two hooves for hands!
DANIEL yells and stands up in anger.
SARAH
Daniel, You’ve spent so many hours in surgery trying to make it so you can even use your hands again! Isn’t that enough? Isn’t it enough that you’re alive and healthy?
DANIEL
NO SARAH! It’s not enough! It’s not enough that I can’t even use these damn hands, it’s not enough that their bandaged and sore and that I can’t do anything about it!
DANIEL throws and rips the CANVAS.
DANIEL
I had a life! An art scholarship! I had a talent…I was going to be somebody!
SARAH
Daniel please…it’s okay
DANIEL
No! It’s not okay! I lost my future on that damn assault when that god-damn car ran me down! I can’t learn to live with this! All these Doctor’s and physical exercise just so I can move my pinkie! I’m tired of it! I want my god-damn life back!
DANIEL storms out of the room, leaving SARAH who stands up and walks over to the torn CANVAS. SHE lifts up the torn picture of the poorly painted beach. She begins to cry.
“ONE MONTH AGO”
INT. STREET- OUTSIDEDANIEL is seen standing outside of an OFFICE. He is being pushed towards the door by SARAH. He is wearing gloves.
SARAH
Go on.
DANIEL
I don’t see why I even have to do this.
SARAH
People are worried about you Daniel, I'm worried about you; we’re all just trying to look out for you.
DANIEL
I’m sure they are.
SARAH
Daniel, I know this is hard for you but you need to see this my way. I want nothing more for you to get better, to carry on with your life. This man, Dr. Walters, he’s going to help you if you just let him.
DANIEL
I don’t need help from some quack
SARAH
Daniel, just talk to him, do it for me.
DANIEL smiles weakly and walks up the steps into the building.
The scene changes to Dr. Walter’s office where DANIEL is sitting annoyed, and across from him is DR. WALTERS.
DR. WALTERS
Daniel. It’s nice to meet you. Ah! I see that your bandages are off. That’s good. Have you been painting again?
DANIEL
(Angry)
Like that’s any of your business.
DR. WALTERS
(Smiles)
Daniel, there’s no need for such Hostility. I’m honestly just trying to help you.
DANIEL
Just trying to help me? So the state’s big check has nothing to do with it?
DR. WALTERS
Daniel, I wouldn’t be doing this if the people in your lives didn’t think that you were coping well. But, you’re directing your anger in the wrong place.
DANIEL
Oh really?
DR. WALTERS
You were in a car accident. You lost your scholarship to a brilliant institution. You’ve just gained almost all of your mobility and hand functions back…not to mention the pain you’ve gone through since the accident, and the abuse you and your sister received from your father. Yes, I do think that you’re angry. Now, would you like to talk about it?
DANIEL stares angrily at Dr. WALTERS.
“THREE WEEKS AGO”
INT. BUILDING- WALTERS OFFICEDANIEL is sitting and looking much healthier; his bruises have disappeared and he is wearing gloves. DR. WALTERS is sitting across from him.
DR. WALTERS
Daniel, we’ve made a bit of progress since our last meeting, but I’d like to talk to you about the funeral. Your father’s funeral.
DANIEL
What about it?
DR. WALTERS
Your sister told me that you didn’t go to his funeral. Why is that?
DANIEL
Why did I need to? To what? Pay my respects? To honor his passing?
DR. WALTERS
You tell me.
DANIEL
I didn’t need closure. I grieved for him while he was still alive.
DR. WALTERS
He may have made many mistakes, but he was still your-
DANIEL
My father, he was an alcoholic. He was a mean drunk and he tried to beat my sister. I tried to take his blows for her. Then he what?...”got his act together” so he took us back. He did it again. He was a sadistic bastard and I’m glad he’s dead. It couldn’t have happened to a better guy.
DR. WALTERS
That is unusually cruel Daniel.
DANIEL
Is it? He hit me with his car.
DR. WALTERS
I see. Daniel, I’d like to talk about you now. Your work….have you started painting again?
DANIEL
No.
DR. WALTERS
Well, I think that you should. Your hands have healed very nicely and I would like you to try and exercise. I want you to paint me a picture before our next meeting.
DANIEL
Of what?
DR.WALTERS
Of anything. I just want you to paint again. You told me that you had loved it, that it was your “escape”. I think that you should continue painting.
DANIEL seems hesitant.
DR.WALTERS
Just paint one picture. Just one. What’s the harm in that?
END OF SCENE