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Script competition - YOUR SCRIPT NEEDED - Deadline July 15
Here at Matthawkins we are going to have a little movie-making competition. We are looking to make a film from 2-7 minutes long based on a general idea. So here's your chance to make the script for this! Make a short script, which will be due for posting by July 10. Users will vote on your script - the best one will be used. More info coming as it is available.
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Re: RE: Script competition - YOUR SCRIPT NEEDED - Deadline J
There is none, just write a script within the time limit and submit it.Duncanature wrote:So, what's the general idea?
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Many of us are just good at making films, not creating a script. We were going to go with the general idea, then make a trailer based on that - which would be much easier than making a movie with plot. In the event that no one gets a script submitted, we'll have to go with the "general idea, make a trailer on it" theme.Well that doesn't seem right. I thought there was going to be like a topic or a simple idea and then for people to right their own scripts for that....I like that better![]()
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there is not just the time limit, it cannot include things that require special effects, people can add special effects into their movies by all means, just dont demand it in the script. and also dosnt require a specificly hard locations, difficult props or costumes.
basically it has to be simple, again, people can still freely use these things. its just that even tho a few people have said they'll do it, ive had alot of experience where ive planned for ages to do something, and then when the time comes im just not screwed. we're probably going to get only 2-3 entries of the final product, i could be wrong, just dont expect a massive flood of films from everyone. we dont want to scare off anyone who might be interested.
basically it has to be simple, again, people can still freely use these things. its just that even tho a few people have said they'll do it, ive had alot of experience where ive planned for ages to do something, and then when the time comes im just not screwed. we're probably going to get only 2-3 entries of the final product, i could be wrong, just dont expect a massive flood of films from everyone. we dont want to scare off anyone who might be interested.
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Title is Fem Nour
Final draft said it was seven pages.
EXT CITY STREET NIGHT
We pa down a city street as dusk is breaking across the city, layering it in a blinket of night.
We move in on a car though the dark winsheild we can make out two figures when the one in the drivers seat lights up a smoke, illuminating his face. It is HOBBS. Sitting next to him is KNIGHT. They are both cops whos dress is very 40’s and dripping of Sam Spade.
HOBBS (V.O.)
The city was quiet, to quiet. You could always tell when she was going to go down because the city was as quiet as a tomb. While the city might have been quiet Knight, my rookie parter was any thing but.
KNIGHT
So boss, what are we doing out here?
HOBBS
Hunting.
HOBBS (V.O.) (CONT’D)
I didn’t tell the kid the truth, not yet see if I can strech out his mind, teach him to be a cop before he just became another statistic that is chewed up and spit out by system.
KNIGHT
What might I ask are we hunting.
HOBBS (V.O.)
Little clues are the spice of life.
HOBBS (CONT’D)
Femma noir.
KNIGHT
A dark lady? So whores? Ain’t that a job for vice.
HOBBS (V.O.)
It was a good assumption, granted wrong but still not bad. Didn’t know the kid knew any french.
KNIGHT
And if its no whores which it really can’t be then that really only leaves one thing.
HOBBS (V.O.)
The kid was hot tonight he didn’t even have to say her name.
KNIGHT
Hobbs you know the captain told you to lay off Vic. Just because the bullet in your leg is crying for revenge doesn’t mean you have to jeperdise both our jobs.
HOBBS
Then you can stay in the car.
KNIGHT
f*** that s***. I’ll go after that b**ch with you.
HOBBS (V.O.)
He couldn’t be easy couldn’t just stay in the car like a good lacky. Had to go play super cop. This is my personal vendeta and I was going to deal with it.
We look up from the car towards a room on the second floor of a near by building.
HOBBS (CONT’D)
One if by land.
KNIGHT
What.
HOBBS
My contact. Time to go bucko.
KNIGHT
You have her tracked down.
HOBBS
Should be as long any my contact hasn’t desided to bat for the otherside again.
KNIGHT
Well then lead on.
Hobbs flicks his smoke out the open window, as they both get out of the car and start off down the street.
CUT TO:
EXT STREET NIGHT
We see the two men walking down the street its now pitch black, their coats and fluttering in the wind.
They get to the outside of a building and stop, Hobbs looks up at it with a cold steely defiance.
KNIGHT
So this the place boss?
HOBBS (V.O.)
I just couldn’t bring myself to tell the kid he wasn’t getting to go in.
KNIGHT
So which one of these run down, rat infested s***-holes is she hold up in?
HOBBS
Eight, but it doesn’t matter, I need you to stay out here.
KNIGHT
What? You can’t possably be serious, going in and dealing with her without back up.
HOBBS
Look kid no super cop fake bravado is going to save your a** from this woman. She can draw and plug you faster then you could spray your sorts at her looks.
KNIGHT
Your going to get yourself killed.
HOBBS
(lighting up)
Thats kind of enevatable kid. Look if I’m not back in 15 call down the boys in blue and you can paint the headlines in red ok.
KNIGHT
Fine get the hell out of here you bastard.
We see Hobbs walk up to the door, it’s not locked he opens it and walks into the building, and then up the stairs and he is going up slowly he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his gun and makes his way to the door labaled eight.
HOBBS (V.O.)
It all hinged on my opening the door when the pain came back, shooting through by damn leg again.
Hobbs reaches into his pocket pulling out a bottle of pills and he downs a few. Then just as he is about to bust down the door we hear a cold female voice coming from inside.
VIC
Come in detective.
We see Hobbs shore himself up and then bust down the door gun drawn.
HOBBS
Freeze.
We pan over we see a shadowy figure sitting in a chair at one end of a table. We can only make out that its a woman but not much ealse.
VIC
No need for theatrics detective, sit down why don’t you.
Hobbs closes the door behind him and sits down his gun still pointed at Vic.
CUT TO:
EXT FRONT OF THE BUILDING NIGHT
We see Knight take a slug from a flask then stick it back in his jacket pocket and look down at his watch, the sickly glow of the light.
KNIGHT
F this mess.
We see him stand up and start making his way around the building, drawing his gun as well. We see him start to make his way up a set of fire escape stairs.
CUT TO:
INT APARTMENT NIGHT
We see Hobbs and Vic still stairing at each other across the table the room filled with shadows and abeance.
VIC
Well detective are you going to put the gun down.
HOBBS
Are you going to come peacefuly?
VIC
What do you think detective.
HOBBS
I think I’ll have to preswade you with Mr. 9mm.
VIC
In that respect you would be wrong detective you see because I am tired. Now put down the gun and have a drink.
She pushes a bottle and two shot glasses out of the shadows next to her.
Hobbs reaches forth and pours two small drinks and pushes the glass back into the shadow.
HOBBS (V.O.)
I didn’t trust her, I never trusted her. Women were lying distasteful tarts, my third wife being an example. But the cunning malice that ran though this broads mind was truely scary stuff.
HOBBS (CONT’D)
So what prompted this sudden revilation that your life of crime will no longer pay off?
VIC
It’s not that it no longer pays well, you of all people should know that it was never about the money for me detective. It was about the thill of the chase....
HOBBS
And the kill.
VIC
Yes that as well. But after all these years of enjoying the exstcy of the chase of the kill I am tired.
HOBBS
You set this up didn’t you.
VIC
How asstute of you my old friend. Though all our trials and tribulations toghter I desided you were the best canadate for me to surrender too. To end my wiked life.
HOBBS
I do have a mind to shoot you right now.
VIC
Leg still hurt, pride still hurt.
(she leans forward a bit)
Heart still hurt detective?
HOBBS
You b**ch.
He reaches for his gun.
VIC
Don’t waste your time, I’m soon to be dead anyway. You don’t exspect me to spend to much time in jail do you.
HOBBS
Not really. I always though that the blind lady wanted to see your brains on a wall more then your naked body in the shower room with a sharped tooth brush in your jugguler.
VIC
Grizzly image there detective. The blind lady will get neather, nor could she enjoy them if she did.
HOBBS
True true.
Hobbs poors himself another drink.
HOBBS (V.O.) (CONT’D)
What was she planing, her mind was as dark murky and confusing as a spooky old road and my headlights were broken.
CUT TO:
EXT FIRE ESCAPE NIGHT
We see Knight walking up the fire escape, his gun clinched in his hand, he gets to the door, and reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small lock pick.
CUT TO:
INT APARTMENT NIGHT
VIC
I have a question detective Hobbs.
HOBBS
What if I don’t feel like answering?
VIC
I answered yours.
HOBBS
This is true.
VIC
Why did you chase me so long. Was it because I had illuded you so long. A twisted since of justice. Or did you just find me sexualy alluring.
HOBBS
Probably a bit of all threeI’m not sure. At first I might have been put off by your gams, or ampil bust, but after a while I no long saw a woman, just a killer.
HOBBS (V.O.) (CONT’D)
This was her plan I could tell the crafty b**ch. I didn’t know where it was leading but I had a few hunches.
We hear the door burst open.
We pan over to the Kitchen and see Hobbs standing their gun drawn looking at the both of them.
HOBBS (V.O.) (CONT’D)
A few hunches that the kid had just blown.
We see Vic fly from the shadow a gun in her hand, she fires three rounds all hitting Knight in the chest. He smacks aginst the frige leaving a blood splater on the fridge as he slides down.
Vic then in a flash darts out of the apartment over Knights body, as Hobbs fires one stray shot.
He stands up and slowly walks after her.
HOBBS (CONT’D)
God damn it Knight. Well till we meet again.
FADE OUT.
Final draft said it was seven pages.
EXT CITY STREET NIGHT
We pa down a city street as dusk is breaking across the city, layering it in a blinket of night.
We move in on a car though the dark winsheild we can make out two figures when the one in the drivers seat lights up a smoke, illuminating his face. It is HOBBS. Sitting next to him is KNIGHT. They are both cops whos dress is very 40’s and dripping of Sam Spade.
HOBBS (V.O.)
The city was quiet, to quiet. You could always tell when she was going to go down because the city was as quiet as a tomb. While the city might have been quiet Knight, my rookie parter was any thing but.
KNIGHT
So boss, what are we doing out here?
HOBBS
Hunting.
HOBBS (V.O.) (CONT’D)
I didn’t tell the kid the truth, not yet see if I can strech out his mind, teach him to be a cop before he just became another statistic that is chewed up and spit out by system.
KNIGHT
What might I ask are we hunting.
HOBBS (V.O.)
Little clues are the spice of life.
HOBBS (CONT’D)
Femma noir.
KNIGHT
A dark lady? So whores? Ain’t that a job for vice.
HOBBS (V.O.)
It was a good assumption, granted wrong but still not bad. Didn’t know the kid knew any french.
KNIGHT
And if its no whores which it really can’t be then that really only leaves one thing.
HOBBS (V.O.)
The kid was hot tonight he didn’t even have to say her name.
KNIGHT
Hobbs you know the captain told you to lay off Vic. Just because the bullet in your leg is crying for revenge doesn’t mean you have to jeperdise both our jobs.
HOBBS
Then you can stay in the car.
KNIGHT
f*** that s***. I’ll go after that b**ch with you.
HOBBS (V.O.)
He couldn’t be easy couldn’t just stay in the car like a good lacky. Had to go play super cop. This is my personal vendeta and I was going to deal with it.
We look up from the car towards a room on the second floor of a near by building.
HOBBS (CONT’D)
One if by land.
KNIGHT
What.
HOBBS
My contact. Time to go bucko.
KNIGHT
You have her tracked down.
HOBBS
Should be as long any my contact hasn’t desided to bat for the otherside again.
KNIGHT
Well then lead on.
Hobbs flicks his smoke out the open window, as they both get out of the car and start off down the street.
CUT TO:
EXT STREET NIGHT
We see the two men walking down the street its now pitch black, their coats and fluttering in the wind.
They get to the outside of a building and stop, Hobbs looks up at it with a cold steely defiance.
KNIGHT
So this the place boss?
HOBBS (V.O.)
I just couldn’t bring myself to tell the kid he wasn’t getting to go in.
KNIGHT
So which one of these run down, rat infested s***-holes is she hold up in?
HOBBS
Eight, but it doesn’t matter, I need you to stay out here.
KNIGHT
What? You can’t possably be serious, going in and dealing with her without back up.
HOBBS
Look kid no super cop fake bravado is going to save your a** from this woman. She can draw and plug you faster then you could spray your sorts at her looks.
KNIGHT
Your going to get yourself killed.
HOBBS
(lighting up)
Thats kind of enevatable kid. Look if I’m not back in 15 call down the boys in blue and you can paint the headlines in red ok.
KNIGHT
Fine get the hell out of here you bastard.
We see Hobbs walk up to the door, it’s not locked he opens it and walks into the building, and then up the stairs and he is going up slowly he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his gun and makes his way to the door labaled eight.
HOBBS (V.O.)
It all hinged on my opening the door when the pain came back, shooting through by damn leg again.
Hobbs reaches into his pocket pulling out a bottle of pills and he downs a few. Then just as he is about to bust down the door we hear a cold female voice coming from inside.
VIC
Come in detective.
We see Hobbs shore himself up and then bust down the door gun drawn.
HOBBS
Freeze.
We pan over we see a shadowy figure sitting in a chair at one end of a table. We can only make out that its a woman but not much ealse.
VIC
No need for theatrics detective, sit down why don’t you.
Hobbs closes the door behind him and sits down his gun still pointed at Vic.
CUT TO:
EXT FRONT OF THE BUILDING NIGHT
We see Knight take a slug from a flask then stick it back in his jacket pocket and look down at his watch, the sickly glow of the light.
KNIGHT
F this mess.
We see him stand up and start making his way around the building, drawing his gun as well. We see him start to make his way up a set of fire escape stairs.
CUT TO:
INT APARTMENT NIGHT
We see Hobbs and Vic still stairing at each other across the table the room filled with shadows and abeance.
VIC
Well detective are you going to put the gun down.
HOBBS
Are you going to come peacefuly?
VIC
What do you think detective.
HOBBS
I think I’ll have to preswade you with Mr. 9mm.
VIC
In that respect you would be wrong detective you see because I am tired. Now put down the gun and have a drink.
She pushes a bottle and two shot glasses out of the shadows next to her.
Hobbs reaches forth and pours two small drinks and pushes the glass back into the shadow.
HOBBS (V.O.)
I didn’t trust her, I never trusted her. Women were lying distasteful tarts, my third wife being an example. But the cunning malice that ran though this broads mind was truely scary stuff.
HOBBS (CONT’D)
So what prompted this sudden revilation that your life of crime will no longer pay off?
VIC
It’s not that it no longer pays well, you of all people should know that it was never about the money for me detective. It was about the thill of the chase....
HOBBS
And the kill.
VIC
Yes that as well. But after all these years of enjoying the exstcy of the chase of the kill I am tired.
HOBBS
You set this up didn’t you.
VIC
How asstute of you my old friend. Though all our trials and tribulations toghter I desided you were the best canadate for me to surrender too. To end my wiked life.
HOBBS
I do have a mind to shoot you right now.
VIC
Leg still hurt, pride still hurt.
(she leans forward a bit)
Heart still hurt detective?
HOBBS
You b**ch.
He reaches for his gun.
VIC
Don’t waste your time, I’m soon to be dead anyway. You don’t exspect me to spend to much time in jail do you.
HOBBS
Not really. I always though that the blind lady wanted to see your brains on a wall more then your naked body in the shower room with a sharped tooth brush in your jugguler.
VIC
Grizzly image there detective. The blind lady will get neather, nor could she enjoy them if she did.
HOBBS
True true.
Hobbs poors himself another drink.
HOBBS (V.O.) (CONT’D)
What was she planing, her mind was as dark murky and confusing as a spooky old road and my headlights were broken.
CUT TO:
EXT FIRE ESCAPE NIGHT
We see Knight walking up the fire escape, his gun clinched in his hand, he gets to the door, and reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small lock pick.
CUT TO:
INT APARTMENT NIGHT
VIC
I have a question detective Hobbs.
HOBBS
What if I don’t feel like answering?
VIC
I answered yours.
HOBBS
This is true.
VIC
Why did you chase me so long. Was it because I had illuded you so long. A twisted since of justice. Or did you just find me sexualy alluring.
HOBBS
Probably a bit of all threeI’m not sure. At first I might have been put off by your gams, or ampil bust, but after a while I no long saw a woman, just a killer.
HOBBS (V.O.) (CONT’D)
This was her plan I could tell the crafty b**ch. I didn’t know where it was leading but I had a few hunches.
We hear the door burst open.
We pan over to the Kitchen and see Hobbs standing their gun drawn looking at the both of them.
HOBBS (V.O.) (CONT’D)
A few hunches that the kid had just blown.
We see Vic fly from the shadow a gun in her hand, she fires three rounds all hitting Knight in the chest. He smacks aginst the frige leaving a blood splater on the fridge as he slides down.
Vic then in a flash darts out of the apartment over Knights body, as Hobbs fires one stray shot.
He stands up and slowly walks after her.
HOBBS (CONT’D)
God damn it Knight. Well till we meet again.
FADE OUT.
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Script Comp
Well here is mine. I have had this idea jotted down for a while. thought it would suit this competition. I wrote this in a couple of hours, so it might have spelling mistakes.
FRIEND IN NEED, FRIEND INDEED
Draft 1
1. EXT. NIGHT. CAR PARK B.
A dead man lies on his back on the cold tar of the Car Park. He has a bullet hole in his head and a smile upon his face. He also holds a bottle of whiskey in his left hand.
Looking over the body is another man. He holds a gun that is smoking from the barrel in his right hand.
NARRATION
The man on the floor is my oldest and closest friend Mark Saltage…
But now he is now dead.
When the detectives arrive here they will announce suicide as the cause
of his death, but in reality I killed him.
The man removes a handkerchief from his pocket and begins to wipe clean the gun. He places it in the hand of his dead friend.
NARRATION
I would never have thought that when Mark arrived on my doorstep
five days ago that I would kill him. It’s amazing how things turn out.
FADE TO:
2. INT. DAY. NARRATOR’S HALL.
The doorbell rings in the hall. It rings again. The person begins to bang on the door. A man moves to the door to open it.
He stops and removes his gun from his pocket.
The Narrator’s face is full of suspicion as he opens the door. It is on a chain lock.
NARRATOR
Mark?
MARK
Hi mate… Surprised?
The Narrator removes the chain lock and opens the door fully.
NARRATOR
Yea… What are you doing here?
MARK
I thought I would spend time with my hitman friend!
NARRATOR
Shhhhhhh!
MARK
What? There’s no one around to hear anything.
You live in the middle of nowhere.
NARRATOR
Well… Just in case. Get in side.
MARK
Ha ha.
Mark picks up his briefcase and moves past the Narrator into the hall. The Narrator looks outside before closing the door.
CUT TO:
3. INT. DAY. NARRATOR’S LIVING ROOM.
Mark is sat on a chair. A glass of whiskey is passed to him.
The Narrator sits in the seat opposite.
MARK
Thank you Scotland for your whiskey.
NARRATOR
OK… What are you doing here Mark?
MARK
Can I not visit a friend?
The narrator stares at him.
MARK
All right, All right. I needed to get away from there. Too much emotion... I need to be around someone who doesn't mourn, someone who has no remorse.
NARRATOR
Thanks.
MARK
Any time… You wouldn’t be a very good killer
if you did. Or a very sane one!
NARRATOR
Fine… How long are you hoping to stay for?
MARK
Until the money runs out.
Mark puts his drink down onto the floor and lifts the briefcase onto the table. He opens it and it is full of money.
The Narrator stares at the case and then at Mark, unable to speak.
MARK
I want you to help me mourn my wife!
FADE TO:
4. EXT. NIGHT. CAR PARK C – NARRATOR’S CAR.
The Narrator opens the boot of his car. He reaches in and removes the briefcase. He has the handkerchief on the handle. He moves back to the body and places it near Mark.
NARRATION
Why do it… Why borrow money you have no means of paying back.
He kneels next to the body.
FADE TO:
5. INT. DAY. CAFE.
The Narrator is sat in a restaurant having a drink and some food.
A man comes in and sits across from him.
MAN
Here’s your next assignment.
A briefcase is slid under the table. The Narrator keeps his eyes on the man.
MAN
This guy has borrowed a lot of money and has disappeared…
Find him, kill him!
The man stands and leaves the Restaurant.
The Narrator sits, contemplating. He wipes his mouth with a napkin. He stands, removes money from his wallet, throws it on the table, and picks up the case and leaves.
CUT TO:
6. INT. NIGHT. PUB.
There are glasses all on the table. Someone sits, hiding in the corner of the almost empty Pub. There is a large plant nearby.
There is a commotion at the bar and then some laughing.
The narrator looks out of his corner. He lifts the whiskey glass, looks at it and then dumps the contents into the plant pot.
He places the glass back on the table and stares at the glass.
Mark arrives at the table carrying three more drinks. He is slightly unsteady.
MARK
You managed to drink it then?
You need to pick up the pace man.
I’m drinking you under the table!
NARRATOR
You’ll be under the table asleep if you carry on at your pace.
Mark smiles and sits down.
MARK
Not tonight my friend. Tonight I drink until I reach heaven.
The Narrator looks perplexed at the statement.
NARRATOR
OK… But lets move out of here.
MARK
Sure… I’ll get a carry out.
Mark begins to down the contents of his two glasses.
MARK
Ahhhhh.
I’ll get something to go then shall I.
He stands. Staggers a little, and moves off to the bar.
The Narrator watches him go. He then proceeds to dump his drink into the plant pot again.
CUT TO:
7. INT. NIGHT. CAR.
Mark clambers into the vehicle, nearly falling over.
MARK
Why the hell did you park in the darkest corner of the Car Park.
NARRATOR
So no one will nick it. Are you ready?
MARK
One moment.
Mark screws opens the bottle of whiskey he has bought. He takes a big mouth full.
MARK
Oh yes. Just the stuff. OK. Where to?
The Narrator smiles.
MARK
Somewhere with a nice view hey.
He slams the car into gear and speeds out of the Car Park.
FADE TO:
8. INT. DAY. CAR.
The Narrator sits in the driver’s seat. He has the briefcase on his lap. He opens it.
He hears the echo of Mark’s statement.
MARK
Until the money runs out.
He lifts the picture of the hit to his face. There is a picture of Mark on it.
MARK
I want you to help me mourn my wife!
The Narrator places it back in the case and closes it. He lays his head on the steering wheel.
CUT TO:
9. EXT. NIGHT. CAR PARK A.
Mark slams the car door. He staggers away holding the bottle of whiskey.
He moves closer to the edge where there is a spectacular view of the town below. It is a sea of lights in the Darkness.
MARK
Oh man… That’s nice.
He takes a mouth full of whiskey. He then looks up at the heavens and smiles.
The Narrator moves away from his car.
There is a click behind Mark. He doesn’t turn around, but smiles.
NARRATOR
Why did you borrow that amount of money Mark?
MARK
I love her so much, mate… I can’t bear to be without her.
NARRATOR
Why did you borrow that amount of money if you can’t pay it back?
Mark turns to look at the Narrator. The Narrator has a gun pointed at Mark.
MARK
I don’t expect you to understand…
Everyday has been hell since she died.
NARRATOR
Why my boss? Why borrow from him?
The Narrator stops. The answer is becoming clearer.
NARRATOR
You knew he would have me kill you… Why?
MARK
I don’t trust anyone else to do it.
I… I couldn’t even manage it myself.
Mark takes another mouthful of whiskey.
NARRATOR
I’m sorry…
MARK
I’m not… My time is up.
I do love you man… You’ve always been there.
Bang, the gun is fired. Mark’s body drops to the floor. The bottle clinks the tarmac, but does not shatter.
FADE TO BLACK:
FADE IN:
10. INT. NIGHT. CAR PARK D – INSIDE CAR.
Mark slams the car door as he climbs in.
He breathes slowly.
NARRATION
You would think that killing your oldest friend would send you mad.
But, I’m not a normal person…
The Narrator starts the car.
NARRATOR
Mark was correct... I have no remorse… I don’t understand his need to die.
That must be why I’m so good at my job.
The Narrator puts his car in gear. He speeds away.
FADE TO TITLES:
THE END
Copyright – 2007 Marshall Dean
FRIEND IN NEED, FRIEND INDEED
Draft 1
1. EXT. NIGHT. CAR PARK B.
A dead man lies on his back on the cold tar of the Car Park. He has a bullet hole in his head and a smile upon his face. He also holds a bottle of whiskey in his left hand.
Looking over the body is another man. He holds a gun that is smoking from the barrel in his right hand.
NARRATION
The man on the floor is my oldest and closest friend Mark Saltage…
But now he is now dead.
When the detectives arrive here they will announce suicide as the cause
of his death, but in reality I killed him.
The man removes a handkerchief from his pocket and begins to wipe clean the gun. He places it in the hand of his dead friend.
NARRATION
I would never have thought that when Mark arrived on my doorstep
five days ago that I would kill him. It’s amazing how things turn out.
FADE TO:
2. INT. DAY. NARRATOR’S HALL.
The doorbell rings in the hall. It rings again. The person begins to bang on the door. A man moves to the door to open it.
He stops and removes his gun from his pocket.
The Narrator’s face is full of suspicion as he opens the door. It is on a chain lock.
NARRATOR
Mark?
MARK
Hi mate… Surprised?
The Narrator removes the chain lock and opens the door fully.
NARRATOR
Yea… What are you doing here?
MARK
I thought I would spend time with my hitman friend!
NARRATOR
Shhhhhhh!
MARK
What? There’s no one around to hear anything.
You live in the middle of nowhere.
NARRATOR
Well… Just in case. Get in side.
MARK
Ha ha.
Mark picks up his briefcase and moves past the Narrator into the hall. The Narrator looks outside before closing the door.
CUT TO:
3. INT. DAY. NARRATOR’S LIVING ROOM.
Mark is sat on a chair. A glass of whiskey is passed to him.
The Narrator sits in the seat opposite.
MARK
Thank you Scotland for your whiskey.
NARRATOR
OK… What are you doing here Mark?
MARK
Can I not visit a friend?
The narrator stares at him.
MARK
All right, All right. I needed to get away from there. Too much emotion... I need to be around someone who doesn't mourn, someone who has no remorse.
NARRATOR
Thanks.
MARK
Any time… You wouldn’t be a very good killer
if you did. Or a very sane one!
NARRATOR
Fine… How long are you hoping to stay for?
MARK
Until the money runs out.
Mark puts his drink down onto the floor and lifts the briefcase onto the table. He opens it and it is full of money.
The Narrator stares at the case and then at Mark, unable to speak.
MARK
I want you to help me mourn my wife!
FADE TO:
4. EXT. NIGHT. CAR PARK C – NARRATOR’S CAR.
The Narrator opens the boot of his car. He reaches in and removes the briefcase. He has the handkerchief on the handle. He moves back to the body and places it near Mark.
NARRATION
Why do it… Why borrow money you have no means of paying back.
He kneels next to the body.
FADE TO:
5. INT. DAY. CAFE.
The Narrator is sat in a restaurant having a drink and some food.
A man comes in and sits across from him.
MAN
Here’s your next assignment.
A briefcase is slid under the table. The Narrator keeps his eyes on the man.
MAN
This guy has borrowed a lot of money and has disappeared…
Find him, kill him!
The man stands and leaves the Restaurant.
The Narrator sits, contemplating. He wipes his mouth with a napkin. He stands, removes money from his wallet, throws it on the table, and picks up the case and leaves.
CUT TO:
6. INT. NIGHT. PUB.
There are glasses all on the table. Someone sits, hiding in the corner of the almost empty Pub. There is a large plant nearby.
There is a commotion at the bar and then some laughing.
The narrator looks out of his corner. He lifts the whiskey glass, looks at it and then dumps the contents into the plant pot.
He places the glass back on the table and stares at the glass.
Mark arrives at the table carrying three more drinks. He is slightly unsteady.
MARK
You managed to drink it then?
You need to pick up the pace man.
I’m drinking you under the table!
NARRATOR
You’ll be under the table asleep if you carry on at your pace.
Mark smiles and sits down.
MARK
Not tonight my friend. Tonight I drink until I reach heaven.
The Narrator looks perplexed at the statement.
NARRATOR
OK… But lets move out of here.
MARK
Sure… I’ll get a carry out.
Mark begins to down the contents of his two glasses.
MARK
Ahhhhh.
I’ll get something to go then shall I.
He stands. Staggers a little, and moves off to the bar.
The Narrator watches him go. He then proceeds to dump his drink into the plant pot again.
CUT TO:
7. INT. NIGHT. CAR.
Mark clambers into the vehicle, nearly falling over.
MARK
Why the hell did you park in the darkest corner of the Car Park.
NARRATOR
So no one will nick it. Are you ready?
MARK
One moment.
Mark screws opens the bottle of whiskey he has bought. He takes a big mouth full.
MARK
Oh yes. Just the stuff. OK. Where to?
The Narrator smiles.
MARK
Somewhere with a nice view hey.
He slams the car into gear and speeds out of the Car Park.
FADE TO:
8. INT. DAY. CAR.
The Narrator sits in the driver’s seat. He has the briefcase on his lap. He opens it.
He hears the echo of Mark’s statement.
MARK
Until the money runs out.
He lifts the picture of the hit to his face. There is a picture of Mark on it.
MARK
I want you to help me mourn my wife!
The Narrator places it back in the case and closes it. He lays his head on the steering wheel.
CUT TO:
9. EXT. NIGHT. CAR PARK A.
Mark slams the car door. He staggers away holding the bottle of whiskey.
He moves closer to the edge where there is a spectacular view of the town below. It is a sea of lights in the Darkness.
MARK
Oh man… That’s nice.
He takes a mouth full of whiskey. He then looks up at the heavens and smiles.
The Narrator moves away from his car.
There is a click behind Mark. He doesn’t turn around, but smiles.
NARRATOR
Why did you borrow that amount of money Mark?
MARK
I love her so much, mate… I can’t bear to be without her.
NARRATOR
Why did you borrow that amount of money if you can’t pay it back?
Mark turns to look at the Narrator. The Narrator has a gun pointed at Mark.
MARK
I don’t expect you to understand…
Everyday has been hell since she died.
NARRATOR
Why my boss? Why borrow from him?
The Narrator stops. The answer is becoming clearer.
NARRATOR
You knew he would have me kill you… Why?
MARK
I don’t trust anyone else to do it.
I… I couldn’t even manage it myself.
Mark takes another mouthful of whiskey.
NARRATOR
I’m sorry…
MARK
I’m not… My time is up.
I do love you man… You’ve always been there.
Bang, the gun is fired. Mark’s body drops to the floor. The bottle clinks the tarmac, but does not shatter.
FADE TO BLACK:
FADE IN:
10. INT. NIGHT. CAR PARK D – INSIDE CAR.
Mark slams the car door as he climbs in.
He breathes slowly.
NARRATION
You would think that killing your oldest friend would send you mad.
But, I’m not a normal person…
The Narrator starts the car.
NARRATOR
Mark was correct... I have no remorse… I don’t understand his need to die.
That must be why I’m so good at my job.
The Narrator puts his car in gear. He speeds away.
FADE TO TITLES:
THE END
Copyright – 2007 Marshall Dean
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Thanks man. I really appriciate that.Zac wrote:we need F.F.F to write agood short script, i like your scripts
Well, since you asked...
GUNS OF THE WEST
by
GRAHAM CARROLL
SCENE 1
FADE IN.
INT. SALOON - DAY
KELLY sits at bar drinking a glass of sarsaparilla. A group of men grow rowdy and begin to fight. One of the men is thrown against the bar, spilling his sarsaparilla. KELLY stands, and turns to face the brawl.
KELLY
That's enough.
The men continue to fight. KELLY draws his revolver, pulling back the hammer. The click sound makes the fighters halt in mid swing.
KELLY
One of you spilled my sarsaparilla. I need a new one.
FIGHTER
Who the hell are you?
KELLY
I'm a man who needs a drink.
One of the fighters draws his pistol. KELLY, seeing this, shoots and kills all of the fighters. KELLY turns back towards the bar, gestures for the bartender to refill his drink, which he does promptly. KELLY drinks calmly, savoring it. KELLY finishes his drink, thens starts to exit.
BARTENDER
Aren't you gonna pay for that?
KELLY
(Motioning towards the dead fighter)
Put it on his tab.
KELLY exits saloon.
FADE OUT
SCENE 2
FADE IN
EXT. Ranch house – Day
KELLY walks into ranch building.
INT. Ranch ho use – Day
KELLY enters, quietly, HOUSTON hears this and draws a gun from his desk drawer and points it at KELLY. A standoff begins.
HOUSTON
Who the hell are you?
KELLY
I'm the man they sent to kill you.
HOUSTON
What the- Who the hell are they?
KELLY
Some men who all want you dead. And I always finish the job.
HOUSTON
Like hell!
HOUSTON raises his gun to fire, KELLY shoots it out of his hand.
HOUSTON
Its the Oil Men isn't it?!?! ISN'T IT!!
KELLY remains silent.
HOUSTON
I won let them have it! I've seen what they do to the land!
They dig and drill, and scorch it with their infernal machines!
KELLY remains silent.
KELLY
They wont take no for an answer, and neither will I.
JOHN, IAN, and WILL burst into the room with rifles in hand.
JOHN
Pa! We heard-
They see KELLY, point their weapons at him, KELLY then draws a second pistol and points it at the three young men.
JOHN
Pa!
HOUSTON
Leave!
WILL
But Pa-
HOUSTON
LEAVE!!!
WILL
Yes sir. Don't you do nothin' to our Pa.
The three young men leave.
HOUSTON
You came to do your job, and you're not leaving 'till you've done it, huh?
KELLY
That's right.
HOUSTON
You know why I didn't have my son's kill you?
Kelly is silent.
HOUSTON
I've fallen in love with the land. It gave me something that no one else could. I wont let them ravage it with the blunders of man.
I didn't let them kill you, because I've seen what fighting can do to the land. I don't want you to hurt this beauty. It gave me freedom.
(beat)
Freedom.
KELLY cocks his pistol and shoots HOUSTON. Houston falls to his knees, and stares out of a window at the land.
HOUSTON
Such...Beauty.
HOUSTON slumps to the ground, dead. KELLY leaves. As he walks away from he ranch, JOHN, IAN, and WILL can be seen running into the ranch building. KELLY leave frame and the landscape can be seen in its entirety.
THE END
yeh well the deadline is for the scripts to be entered, and then we need to vote, and then ther'll be another daedline for us to make the film.
too true. then after we all decide that theres been enough time we vote.well the contest doesn't have to be confined to the span of a mouth it can take as long as we want it to.
I like you, when the world is mine, your death shall be quick and painless.