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It was easy to see and reading the script was smooth and clear up until the twist(s).appalled by a myriad of WRITHING MAGGOTS POURING FROM THE CRACK IN THE SKULL...
He turns his trembling head to reveal EMPTY EYE SOCKETS, clotted blood on his cheeks.
When you transition with an unfinished sentence to a new scene heading, I would put a dash or ... to let the reader know you didn't forget to write something.![]()
At present we don’t send assholes to Mars.
EXT. SERENE GLADE, SUMMER - DAY
CLOSE UP OF AN OLD MAN'S WRINKLED FACE. He’s sitting...
Crouching next to her is MIKE, 23, an intelligent version of Forrest
Gump.
It is his goodbye party.
SOPHIE
Really? Let’s see.
(playfully pompous)
What is the distance between Mars
and the Sun?
MIKE
(completely serious)
It’s 249,209,300 km or 1.664 861
Astronomical Units. If you meant
the aphelion, of course.
Mike and Danny walk up to him. He is smiling, looks maybe 60,
70. But he smells maybe 90, 100. Danny grimaces.
The hobo doesn’t answer but he starts to whistle. An
unusual melody with medieval tonality. The young men
exchange baffled looks. Mike is about to take a photo of
the peculiar stranger when the old man GRABS the phone and,
with remarkable speed, disappears into the forest. Danny
laughs out loud.
MIKE
No, no. It’s okay. He’s harmless.
He’s probably deranged or
something. Do you have your
phone?
(Danny looks quizzical)
Listen, go back and keep calling
my number so I will hear him.
They are locked together in a fight to the death. Mike can
get hold of a ROCK and SLAMS it against the hobo’s temple.
The man lands face down like a brick. The phone is still
ringing. Mike picks it up slowly, his mind racing.
Mike hesitates. From the shadows of a bush the hobo is
staring him in the eyes. SHATTERING BOTTLES.
Mike looks around. Some of the tents are torn up, the fabric
waving in the breeze. They are alone. Mike helps his blind
friend up and together they sneak towards...
BLARING CAR ALARM. The monster looks up from its meal and
turns its agile head 180 degrees.
INT. CAR - CONTINUOUS
Mike turns the alarm off and tries desperately to hot-wire
the car.
The hobo appears in the rearview mirror and starts whistling
his melody. A panicked Mike SLAMS ON THE GAS and we hear
Sophie’s HARROWING SCREAM as the wheels roll over her body.
MIKE
Okay, it took your eyes. You are
in a pretty shi*ty condition. But
seriously, shut the poo poo up.
Blood runs upwards over Mike’s
forehead. He SCREAMS, everything spirals. He is trapped
upside down in a WHITE COCOON hanging from the top of
...the scene freezes and we zoom.... - this is camera direction. You take out the story when you do this...
I will expand this short into a court drama.EXT. CAMP - EVENING
A pale Mike steps out of the forest.
MIKE
Hey listen up, the hobo who stole my phone -- I think I killed him. Too bad there were no other witnesses so my 'self-defense' plea will be kinda weak. But I called the police anyway, they will be here any minute... Danny put your shorts back on.
DANNY
Alright, you heard him, party is over guys.
MIKE
I want everybody to look serious now, remember if we f*ck this up I can forget my career at NASA.
DANNY
You can count on us, man.