Thread:ElectricFire 169/@comment-4501923-20160217023613/@comment-25867149-20160224182822

Nearly over it now. Anyway, here's the bits I've started on, do with them what you like.

Scene 1 Cabin in the Woods. Opening shot panning into the cabin window. Johnny: Hey, you. Isn’t this great? Mary: It’s nice, yeah. How did you find out about this place? Johnny: Oh, we used to come down here all the time for the Christmas holidays, the family I mean. Good times. We used to get up to some mischief… It was all good fun… Well, it seemed rather funny when the… ambulance arrived. Mary: …You never spoke much about your family. Johnny: No. No, I didn’t. They… Well… It was… Mary: Hey, it’s okay. Johnny: Yeah, I know… It’s just… well, y’know. Most of my family just… basically I was the black sheep of the family. Dad was never around. Mum just… looked down on everyone. Everyone else in the family seemed to have it served on a plate and I was the odd one out. I’ll bet anything they just sent me and Gavin to the US just to get rid of us. Mary: You poor thing. Johnny: Hmm, not so poor. After all, I met you, didn’t I? Laugh Mary: Of course, you always had Gregory, didn’t you? Johnny: Gregory? He was just a friend. Mary: So you keep saying, but you do seem to spend a lot of time with him. Johnny: He’s my oldest friend and he needs someone to look after him. Besides, I made a promise. Mary: I’m surprised you didn’t bring him here with you. Johnny: Gregory isn’t my whole life y’know! Mary: I’m just teasing, Johnny, there’s no need to take it all so seriously. Johnny: Sorry, I guess I’ve had a bit to drink. Mary: Johnny… Johnny: Yes, I know. Mary: You promised you’d cut down. Johnny: But just one for the festive season! Mary: I guess. But promise me you’ll try to stay dry this year, okay? Johnny: It’s hard to deprive a man of his vices Mary, what do you propose? Mary: Careful how you use that word, mister Marwood. Johnny: What? –Oh, I get it. Laugh Johnny: Which reminds me… There’s something I’ve got for you. A Christmas present. Mary: Aw, Johnny. Johnny: Hmmhmmhmm. Just close your eyes… Come on, it’s a surprise… Uh huh. Mary: Come on Johnny, what is it? Johnny: Almos… aaaaand… okay, you can open your eyes now. Mary looks. Johnny is down on one knee holding a beautiful engagement ring. Mary: …Johnny, I- Johnny: Mary, will you marry me? Mary: …Yes. Yes I will. Johnny: Oh Mary! I love you! Mary: I love you too Johnny! Johnny: I- Johnny: Oh, I really need to go. I’m sorry about this, I think that curry from earlier just caught up with me. Mary: Spare me the details. Johnny: I won’t be a minute. Mary: No hurry. We have all the time in the world. Mary notices the tape recorder on the table. Mary: What’s that? Johnny: It’s a tape recorder I found down in the cellar. Don’t know what it’s of, probably something a previous occupant left behind. Mary: Looks old. Johnny: Probably nothing, just thought it’s worth checking out. Mary: I don’t know, it seems kind of… wrong. There’s something about it I can’t quite… Johnny: Ah it’s probably nothing. We just got engaged, remember? Mary: Maybe it is. Johnny: Back in a mo! Johnny disappears into the bathroom. Mary: He’s probably gonna be in there all night reading “Modesty Blaise”. Mary smiles to herself and goes back to her room. 2 HOURS LATER The toilet flushes and Johnny comes out of the bathroom, clutching a copy of “Modesty Blaise”. Johnny: *sighs* Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh. Now, that’s a relief. He looks at the tape player on the table. Johnny: Probably an old Pink Floyd album. Mary is in the bedroom. Johnny: Mary? Do you want a drink? Mary (OOS): I don’t know, what do you think? Johnny: Not think, drink! Mary: Oh, right! Sorry, you’ll have to speak up a bit. Johnny: Look, if you want to talk, why don’t you come in here and do it? Mary: What? Johnny: Never mind! Tea, coffee, milk or something stronger? Mary: Do you have any hot choc? Johnny looks for any hot chocolate sachets. Johnny: Hot choc, hot choc… Nope, no hot choc. Mary: I’ll have a tea. Johnny: You got it. Two teas, comin’ right up! Johnny starts preparing some tea. Whilst the kettle is boiling, Johnny sits down and clicks the play button on the tape recorder. Taped Voice: Tantir-ah-mis-trobeen-ha-zar-ta. Tantir-man-ov-mis-hazen-sober. In the darkness, something stirs… In the bedroom, Mary looks up, uncomfortable. An unnatural chill seems to fill the room. The lights start to dim. Taped Voice: Kandar! Lightings strikes. A section of ground deep within the woods begins to crack, and opens. Smoke seeps out from within, as if some evil force was now being unleashed. In the bedroom, Mary tries to light the candles. She looks in the mirror, but the reflection distorts horribly, throwing light across the room, giving the impression of everything coming to life. Taped Voice: Kandar! In the woods outside, something races towards the cabin… Taped Voice: KANDAR! There is the sound of smashing glass and a single scream. Johnny turns around, stops the tape recorder and jumps up before running over to Mary’s bedroom door and knocking. Johnny: Mary? Is everything alright? After getting no response, he knocks again. Johnny: Mary? He breaks the door down and rushes in. The window has been smashed from the outside, leaving glass shards scattered on the oak panelling. The whole room is in a state of disarray, and the hole in the wall lets in a cold blast of air, sending snow cascading into the room. Johnny: MARY! In a frenzy, Johnny grabs a torch and runs out of the house, completely forgetting his coat. He pauses, looking through the blackness for any sign of her, before running forward ten paces, shouting for her and collapsing in a heap on the ground, tears melting the thin blanket of snow covering the ground around him. Johnny: I’ll find you. I promise… From the shadows, a dark figure laughs maniacally… Scene 2 2004 TOP-SECRET RESEARCH FACILITY LOCATION: [REDACTED] PURPOSE: [REDACTED] PERSONNEL COUNT: [REDACTED] SUBJECT COUNT: [REDACTED] PRETTY TEDIOUS ISN’T IT? CONSPIRATORS ALL HAVE THEIR HEADS UP THEIR [REDACTED] The setting is a dark room with metallic walls and floor. A boy, roughly early to mid-teens, is lying on a table, dressed in white, surrounded by scientific equipment focused on his head and upper torso. A machine on the side shows his heartbeat and respiration, as well as a third, dormant line at the top. 24 hours later Two agents standing outside a wrecked gatehouse on a road leading into a military-style compound. (The section is interspersed with shots of several test subjects breaking out, sending scientists and soldiers flying by some unknown means. As they do so, the third line spikes. They force-throw the scientist out and pull the boy out of the equipment. They seem to be having an argument with each other without talking. The escape continues. Explosions optional.) Agent 1: Jesus. Agent 2: Yep. Agent 1: That’s… nasty. Agent 2: Gonna take a while to fix. Agent 1: How many got out? Agent 2: All of ‘em. Agent 1: All of ‘em? Agent 2: Every single last one. Agent 1: Goddamn. That’s gotta smart. Agent 2: No doubt. Agent 1: Trail still hot? Agent 2: It’s coolin’ fast, skipper. Agent 1: Well then, looks like we got some cattle to rustle, partner. Agent 2: Oh god, don’t do the cowboy thing again. Agent 1: I thought you liked the cowboy thing. Agent 2: Have you any idea how embarrassing it is at parties? To this day I’ve never seen my mother eat a banana. Agent 1: Alright, point taken. No cowpokery. Seriously though, we should probably, y’know… get after them. Before the paper jockeys arrive with their pens. Agent 2: Man, I din’t want to be around when that pile hits the fan. Agent 1: Damn straight. Let’s roll. They exit. Scene 3 January 2007 Scene showing Johnny taking a taxi from the airport around North Carolina, before being literally dumped in the middle of the street. He picks up as much of his bags as he can and leaves the rest on the street before walking up to a house. Several weeks later. North Carolina It’s cloudy and overcast. Johnny has been dropped off by Taxi and is looking for directions. He stops a passer-by. Johnny: Excuse me? Sir? American: Yeh? Wut can I do for you? Johnny: Uh, well, I’m new around here, and I was wondering, could you give me directions to 113 Bowen Street? American: Bowen Street? Erm, ah that’s easy. Wut you do is you take the road East, the east going road- Johnny: Uh huh. American: -and ya keep going in that direction until you see the old church. Johnny: Right, I’m with you. American: And at the church you turn left and you’ll see a junction. Take the right turn at the junction, go straight on for a few hundred yards, you’ll see the sign for Bowen. Johnny: Ah, got it, thanks. American: Say, yer not British are yeh? Johnny: *sigh* Yes, I am British. American: Mmm-hmm, I thought I recognised the accent. So tell me, uh, wut was your name again? Johnny: Uh, it’s Jon, sir. American: Jon. I knew a guy name Jon once. Huh! So tell me Johnny- Johnny: Do I know the Queen? American: Why, yes? You’re not one of them psychics are yeh? Johnny: *flashes eyebrows* Maybe. American: So do you? Johnny: Do I what? American: Know the Queen? Johnny: *sigh* (sarcastic) Yes, she’s my Grandmother. American: Is that a fact? Johnny: Ah, forget it! *leaves* After a while, Johnny finds the address, and finds himself standing outside a large foreboding house with overgrowing shrubbery, an unkempt lawn and grass coming out of the cracks in the pavement leading to the door. There’s a second driveway leading underground. Johnny shudders and walks towards the entrance. The number on the door says “113 Bowen St”.
 * Johnny breaks wind loudly, groans and clutches his stomach*
 * Johnny farts again*