Fidget

fidget-posterFADE IN:

INT. THE FLAT – NIGHT.
Assuming the POV of a tiny astronaut, we glide through the front door’s letterbox and into the flats hallway.  In one continuous steadicam shot, we explore.

We coast close to the floor and crawl around the flat like a nosy cat. The occasional car light slides across the walls. The long hallway is illuminated by fairy lights. Strewn on the floor is rose petals – a path we follow.

We peer into the kitchen – functional and a little messy. Most of the lights are off so all that illuminates is the yellow sodium glow of the street lamps streaming through the windows.

Dishes are piled up on both sides of the sink – washed and unwashed. A large map of Paris hangs next to the fridge which itself is plastered with fridge magnets including letters which spell out “CLEAN ME”. A large packing box stands in the corner – the word “Clothes” with a cutesy smiley face is drawn on the side.

We leave the kitchen, past the open bathroom and it’s upright seat, following the petals into the lounge. We pass the large TV dominating the room. A pizza box lies on the coffee table next to a couple of Playstation controllers. A crumpled Bruce lee cut off T-shirt lies on the couch under the poster of Batgirl. Another two boxes sit in the lounge – one marked “Living room” the other “Clothes”. A little pink something hangs out of the half opened “CLOTHES” box – Frilly underwear?

Following the petals we leave the lounge and pass through a tiny gap in the door and into the bedroom. The petals lead past another packing box to a neatly made bed, itself covered in petals and lit by fairy lights.

WE HEAR laughing and a key fumbling in the front door and more laughing.

We spin around and return to the front door

The front door swings open and two silhouettes stand in the doorway. CASEY short hair, athletic, late twenties, a little drunk and a little Gina Gershon. KERRY, a petite twenty-something is a little more drunk a little more hard candy.

CASEY
Welcome to your new home.

Kerry Doesn’t move.

CASEY
What? You want me to carry you across the threshold?
KERRY
You sure about this?
CASEY
Yeah. I’m macho man.
KERRY
No. I mean me moving in. It’s a big step.
CASEY
I hate to break it to you, but your stuff’s here already.
KERRY
I’m being serious.
CASEY
You having second thoughts?
KERRY
No. Are you?
CASEY
Actually now you mention it. Yes. I’m in love with your mother. I love the way her neck flaps in the wind. I admit she’s more GILF than MILF but…

Kerry playfully slaps Casey.

KERRY
Shut up bitch.

Casey says nothing and the two are left standing in the doorway for a moment…

KERRY
Well?
CASEY
What?

Kerry holds her arms up. Casey picks her up, as if she’s Carey’s  bride and she carries Kerry across the threshold. The two stay in the hallway a moment and Kerry gently kisses Casey on the cheek.

KERRY
Onward my good woman.

and now we…

CUT TO:

INT. FLAT’S KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS.
Still holding her girlfriend, Casey enters the kitchen.

CASEY
First thing first.

She tries to open the fridge with her foot.

KERRY
I thought you were going to tidy up?
CASEY
(Struggling with the fridge)
I started. The lounge is good. You know I had training today and I’m aching like a motherfucker.

Kerry leans over to open the fridge and the pair of them falls over, giggles then Casey gets up. Ignoring Kerry,  Casey returns to the fridge and retrieves some champagne.

KERRY
You know if I didn’t know any better I’ld think you were a boy. First chance I get I’m going to wash your pyjamas with my reds.

Kerry holds her arms up like she did at the door way. Casey offers her hand. Kerry grabs the Champagne and takes a swig.

CASEY
They’re not pyjamas.

Casey helps her up.

KERRY
You’ll be doing Kung-Fu in pink pyjamas.

Casey takes champagne off Kerry.

CASEY
They’re not pyjamas.

Kerry goes to throw Casey a punch, but she gently deflects the punch and grabs Kerry’s wrist.

CASEY
…and it’s not Kung-Fu.

She pulls Kerry closer. Kerry struggles, but not like she means it.

CASEY
Submit?
KERRY
Never.

Kerry uses a simple move and breaks free of Casey’s grip.

CASEY
(In mock “Kung Fu Movie” voice)
I am impressed. You have learned much, young one.
KERRY
(In mock “Kung Fu Movie” voice)
You dishonour my family…Now you will pay.

Kerry throws a forward push kick, but Casey moves out of the way trapping the small girls leg as she goes. The two play fight in an upright tussle. Casey grins and takes her down out of frame.

KERRY
You big strong Dyke.
CASEY
Who’s the bitch now?

We hear kissing then…

KERRY
This floor’s dirty.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. THE FLAT’S BEDROOM – NIGHT.
Casey and Kerry are curled up in bed. Their clothes are strewn all over the bedroom. A couple of candles are all but burned out. Empty Champagne bottle and a couple of glasses sit on the bedside table.
Casey is wide awake. Kerry’s sound asleep. She lies there a while staring the ceiling and then decides to slip out of bed. Only it’s not that easy – her arm is stuck under Kerry. She tries to lift her head out of the way, but Kerry snuggles in tighter. She flexes her hand – it’s starting to go numb. Casey grabs a pillow and skillfully replaces her arm for the pillow. Part way through the manoeuvre Kerry twitches almost waking up, but in the end she accepts the substitute.
Casey gets up and leaves the bedroom Pulling on her white singlet.

CUT TO:

INT. THE FLAT’S KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
The kitchen lights flicker on.
Casey turns the tap on and takes a mouthful of water. She leaves the kitchen and almost immediately returns for a glass of water. Casey takes the glass with her and leaves the kitchen, switching the lights of as he goes.

CUT TO:

INT. THE FLAT’S BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS
Casey puts the glass of water down beside Kerry, kisses her forehead and then snuggles back up into bed.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. THE FLAT’S BEDROOM – NIGHT.
WE HEAR DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. The sound of a leaky tap seems to echo around the flat. Kerry’s fast asleep, but it’s keeping Casey awake. Casey gets out of bed.

CUT TO:

INT. THE FLAT’S KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
Without switching the light on she enters the kitchen and turns off the dripping tap.

CUT TO:

INT. THE FLAT’S BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS
She slips back into bed. Kerry starts to snore.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. THE FLAT’S BEDROOM – NIGHT.
WE HEAR Drip, drip, drip. Casey wakes up again. The same damn dripping. Kerry grips Casey’s hand tightly. She tries to unlock her fingers but Kerry pulls Casey’s hand in tighter. She waits as long as she can bear it and then blows gently on Kerry’s face.

Casey’s girlfriend twitches a few times.

Then she releases her grip on Casey’s hand, numbly wiping the air away from her face. Her hand returns to to nothing as Casey’s has used the opportunity to remove her hand.

Satisfied that Kerry isn’t going to move Casey leaves the bed.

KERRY
(Half Asleep)
Juice.

CUT TO:

INT. THE FLAT’S KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
Casey strides into the kitchen and turns off the tap. Harder this time. She walks away and then returns and gives it another wrench. On his way out she switches the lights off comes back and retrieves an orange juice carton from the fridge.

CUT TO:

INT. THE FLAT’S BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS
Casey silently places the carton of juice on the bedside table. Kerry’s fast asleep. She tries to slip back into bed but in her absence Kerry’s taken up the whole bed.

Casey finds a small corner and climbs back into bed.

After a moment Casey very gently begins to push Kerry back to her side of the bed.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. THE FLAT’S BEDROOM – NIGHT.
AGAIN WITH THE DRIPPING! Now she’s really pissed off. Casey looks at Kerry and she can’t believe Kerry can’t hear it. She exits the bed as quietly as her anger will allow and heads for the kitchen.

CUT TO:

INT. THE FLAT’S KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
Casey enters the kitchen and pauses, realising the lights are on. She questions herself a moment and goes to the sink to turn the tap off again. This time she goes under the sink and switches off the mains.

Pleased with herself she goes to leave the kitchen, but stops to make herself a sandwich.

Casey leaves the kitchen munching a monster sandwich.

INT. THE FLAT’S HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS.
Casey stops in the hallway. A BLONDE male INTRUDER stands in the hallway almost willing Casey to see him. At first Casey doesn’t believe her eyes.

She stops munching the food in her mouth.

The two look at each other for the briefest of moments.

Behind her out of the darkness a string of fairy lights is raised above Casey’s head .

Casey feels something behind her.

The fairy lights are dropped over and used as a garrote by a second attacker – a BRUNETTE male INTRUDER.

Blonde Intruder looks on as Casey struggles with the garrote choking on a mouthful of sandwich. Casey reverse head butts the Brunette Intruder and spits her sandwich into the face of the Blonde Intruder.

In the distraction Casey has disappeared. The two INTRUDERS look at each other the Brunette indicating he has no clue.

The Blonde looks pissed – Definitely the alpha.

The only door between them is the Kitchen so The Blonde motions the Brunette into the kitchen.

INT. THE FLAT’S KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS.
On entering the kitchen the Brunette Intruder’s face meets with a frying pan.

He goes down immediately and the Blonde Intruder is revealed behind his fallen comrade and with lighting reactions pulls out a homemade stun gun.

He holds it up showing Casey what’s in store. Electricity arcs across the knitting needle points. The Blonde grins.

Casey throws wave after wave of dirty plate at the Blonde but Casey’s enemy blocks all save one, which knocks the Stun gun out of the Blonde Intruder’s hand.

Casey now holds up a knife and it’s her turn to smile.

CASEY
(Very Hoarse)
Get out my fucking kitchen.

Blonde Intruder doesn’t  give a shit and advances.

Casey kicks the kitchen door closed. The glass panel shatters, disarming the Blonde Intruder leaving his arm a bloody mess. He pulls a large shard of glass out of his arm and with his left hand prepares to use it as a knife.

The Brunette Intruder groans awake. Neither Casey nor the Blonde Intruder take their eyes off each other.

The Brunette starts to get up, stumbling towards Casey. Casey kicks the Brunette unconscious towards and onto the broken glass.

CASEY
(To Blonde Intruder)
So what do you want?

The Blonde Intruder doesn’t answer.

CASEY
Don’t say much do you?

The Blonde Intruder smiles a little revealing that his jaw has been crudely wired together.

CASEY
OK?

The Blonde Intruder charges at Casey and the two fight it out.

Blinding flashes of gleaming metal and glass. The two lock “blades” and push out into the hallway – throwing each other into crumbling walls as they do so.

Casey manages to knock the glass blade out of the Blonde Intruder’s hand. The Blonde Intruder head butts Casey and redirects Casey’s own blade deep into the plaster wall.

INT. THE FLAT’S HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS.

The strength of the Blonde Intruder is immense and is wearing Casey Down. She steps back over the fallen sandwich forcing the Blonde Intruder to move in closer and slip on the sandwich itself. Casey kicks the off-balanced Blonde Intruder flying into the front door ringing the bell that hangs of the back of it. The blonde falls to the floor unconscious.  Casey turns around and the Brunette Intruder is up again. Casey kicks him asleep again.

CASEY
THIS TIME STAY DOWN!!!

Casey leans down and inspects the fallen intruder. No ID on him – nothing save for a weird electronic device worn and well used, cobbled together with pieces of old electronics. A Long cable is wrapped around the device at the end looks like some sort or ear plug. Casey checks the mouth of the Brunette Intruder and sees his mouth is also crudely wired shut. Casey heads back to the bedroom.

INT. THE FLAT’S BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS.
…the bed is empty. Casey’s phone is no longer beside the bed. BLAM! From behind she is stunned with a home made stun gun. She falls to the floor twitching. Kerry stands over her scared as hell.

KERRY
Oh I’m so sorry…baby….you OK?

Casey twitches.

CASEY
Just….give…me…a minute….
KERRY
Baby…
CASEY
Call…the….police….
KERRY
I tried to, but the network’s busy.
CASEY
Go…next door…and Get help…go!

We follow Kerry as she goes to leave the flat but a few feet away from the front door she pauses. The Blonde Intruder is getting up. He’s just about to get to his feet when the flat’s front door opens up knocking the Blonde Intruder in the back of his head and towards Kerry. As he falls toward her she zaps the Blonde Intruder a couple of times with the stun gun. Standing in the doorway is an old man in a pair of pyjamas, slippers and dressing gown and a cricket bat.

OLDMAN
Everything OK?

The OLDMAN looks at the scene the two intruders, the half destroyed hallway, Kerry standing in her nightie with a stun-gun.

KERRY
Hi I’m Kerry. I’m Casey’s girlfriend. I just moved in tonight…could you call the police… and an ambulance?
OLDMAN
They’re on their way.

She walks back to the bedroom, casually zapping the Brunette Intruder on her way.

CUT TO:

INT. THE FLAT’S BEDROOM – NIGHT.
The sound of sirens is heard in the background. Kerry helps Casey into a upright sitting position. She cups her cheek and kisses her. Kerry holds her hero tight to her.

KERRY
Are you always this fidgety?

Casey laughs painfully coughing up some blood.

KERRY
Jesus!

Kerry searches Casey and finds a stab wound in her belly.

KERRY
Ok. Ok. Don’t panic. Everything will be ok.

Casey strokes Kerry’s face.

KERRY (SCREAMING)
HELP!

FADE OUT.

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