Another script for your pleasure
July 22nd 2007 10:35
One day, I plan to turn this into a film. I just need some people who can act......
Which is harder than it sounds
FROOKENSTEIN
INT. dark room. night.
A light flickers onto a young boys face. The thin light showing is illuminating nothing but a sliver of his eyes. He looks urgent and ruffled. Talking rapid fire he says.
Frooken
Haven't much time. It sense of smell is far beyond what i expected. Can't hide for long. Should never have tried it. As soon as it blinked. (pause) life-less eyes. (pause) i knew it was a deathly evil i could never unleash on the world.
We hear scuttling near by and Frooken whips around.
Frooken
It's here. I know I'm not long for this world. I must warn someone, they must know.
The scuttling build up again until we can tell it is coming from nearby. Frooken whips around and drops the camera at his feet. His feet rush off and we catch a glimpse of the feet of a roast chicken rushing past.
fade to:
The word FrookenStein in large haunting type face on the screen. In a flash of lightening the title is gone, replaced by,
EXT. Street. dead of night
We see a small house, nestled in between two large, bland apartment blocks. The house is ancient and quaint. Bushes are overgrown and creeping onto the footpath. We move slowly inwards towards the door, which opens as we approach.
INT. house. night
We travel down a corridor and arrive at a dinner table where Frooken is yelling at his parents.
Frooken
He was mine! I can't believe you would do this to me! Whats wrong with the supermarket. Why would you go into my room, take my chicken and cook him!
mum
Look honey, we're a bit low on money at the moment. Your fathers last paycheck hasn't come through yet so we have no money for food. It was either the chicken or grandpa.
At the mention of grandpa, we hear mumbling from the grey haired head that is poking up over the couch that soon builds into a massive sneeze that shakes the whole chair. After recovering, Grandpa says.
Grandpa
It's gotsta be tha' chicken
Frooken
But he was my pet! i loved him.
MUM
Well if you feel that strongly about it. (pause) You can have the legs.
Frooken starts to cry, grabs the plate with the roast chicken on it and runs away to his room.
FROOKEN
I wont let you take him!
His parents looked shocked for a second, and then eye the back of grandpas chair hungrily.
INT. Frooken's room. night.
Frooken has his chicken on the table in his room and he is pacing up and down the length of it. He is mumbling. It is barely audible.
FROOKEN
They would never allow it. It can't be done. The formulas are there. Plain as day, but he will be shunned. never allowed a normal life. But they took it away. Is it not his right to have it back?
He slams his fist on the table as lightening strikes behind him in a window.
Frooken
Ill do it!
A montage of Frooken walking into butchers and walking out with bags of chicken. We see him stop on the way home and pull a large kite out of a pile of rubbish.
Fade To:
EXT. Backyard. evening
A thunder storm gathers over Frooken's head. He cackles and secures the wires leading from the kite, which now has a key tied to it, to the mound under a sheet on the table.
FROOKEN
Yes! Yes! Finally. The pieces all fall into place. Soon, the family Stein will rue the day they named me Frooken! (pause) then killed my chicken!
Suddenly we are blinded by a flash of lightening and we hear the sound of thunder extremely close.
Many sounds assault our ears now. The sound of rustling and bumping. Frooken shrieks. The blinding white light begins to recede, and we notice that the sheet that was previously on the table is now strewn across the garden. Frooken whips around the garden. He looks in all the places somebody could hide, but finds nothing.
FROOKEN
Oh, no.
Frooken pulls a dog biscuit out of his pocket and creeps around the garden calling weakly,
FROOKEN
Gerald?.....
Fade to:
INT. DARK ROOM. NIGHT.
Frooken's face appears closeup in front of the camera. It's the only thing we can see and he looms over us.
FROOKEN
So you see. It cannot be allowed to exist. It would dog my life and destroy everything i will ever work for. (pause) Trust me. I read a book on this once.
The scuttling we heard at the beginning builds up again and we cut to a low fast view from the eyes of gerald. Gerald shoots across the floor toward Frooken. We cut back to Frooken as he stumbles and attempts to run away. He gets as far as door but it suddenly slams shut. We see the room from Gerald's view again as we look up at Frooken.
FROOKEN
It was meant to be for your own good. (pause) I'm sorry, i did it for you.
We get our first look at Gerald. He is half hidden by shadow. We only see his silhouette.
Gerald
Cluck?
Frooken backs away until he hits a wall.
FROOKEN
No! Anything but that! please.
GERALD
Cluck!
Frooken looks dejectedly at the the ground. He is beat. He can see that nothing he can say will change Gerald's mind.
FROOKEN
Of all the things. It has to be that, doesn't it? (pause) You want . (pause) A Bride.
Just as Gerald is about to say cluck again the door bursts open. Grandpa is standing in the doorway holding a large roasting fork. He steps into the room and kicks Gerald away from Frooken. Gerald splats onto a wall and sinks to the floor.
GRANDPA
C'mon Sonny. I've had enough of this!
Grandpa throws the Fork and it thuds into Gerald's body as he is struggling to get up. Grandpa grabs Frooken's hand and leads him out of the ancient and quaint front garden to,
EXT. STREET. DEAD OF NIGHT
The street outside and away from the house forever. Gerald is trying to follow Grandpa and Frooken. But with the large fork stuck into him he is making slow and loud progress. Every time he takes a step, the fork thuds into the ground. Gerald gives up as Grandpa disapears out of view. We hear Mum's voice from inside the house
MUM
Oh, Grandpa? Where are you? I need help (pause) making dinner.
Gerald hears Mum and turns away happily thumping into the darkness of the house. The door slams behind him, and we pan out until we can see the whole house.
Fade to black:
The credits roll.
Fade in:
INT. DARK ROOM. NIGHT.
Mum and Dad are looking through a dark room for Frooken and Grandpa.
MUM
Frooken? Grandpa? Please come out. We can't start dinner without you. Oh honey, i do hope they're here. The neighbours will notice if another child disapears.
dad
I know honey. We just have to look harder.
Dad is cut off by a loud thump.
MUM
Possums?
A loud thump then a dragging sound interrupts Mum. Mum and Dad huddle together as the dragging and thumping becomes louder and louder. Darkness surrounds Mum and Dad and soon envelops them.
The End.
If you got this far, I hope you liked it and feel compelled to help me finance it.
Thanks,
Calum
Which is harder than it sounds
FROOKENSTEIN
INT. dark room. night.
A light flickers onto a young boys face. The thin light showing is illuminating nothing but a sliver of his eyes. He looks urgent and ruffled. Talking rapid fire he says.
Frooken
Haven't much time. It sense of smell is far beyond what i expected. Can't hide for long. Should never have tried it. As soon as it blinked. (pause) life-less eyes. (pause) i knew it was a deathly evil i could never unleash on the world.
We hear scuttling near by and Frooken whips around.
Frooken
It's here. I know I'm not long for this world. I must warn someone, they must know.
The scuttling build up again until we can tell it is coming from nearby. Frooken whips around and drops the camera at his feet. His feet rush off and we catch a glimpse of the feet of a roast chicken rushing past.
fade to:
The word FrookenStein in large haunting type face on the screen. In a flash of lightening the title is gone, replaced by,
EXT. Street. dead of night
We see a small house, nestled in between two large, bland apartment blocks. The house is ancient and quaint. Bushes are overgrown and creeping onto the footpath. We move slowly inwards towards the door, which opens as we approach.
INT. house. night
We travel down a corridor and arrive at a dinner table where Frooken is yelling at his parents.
Frooken
He was mine! I can't believe you would do this to me! Whats wrong with the supermarket. Why would you go into my room, take my chicken and cook him!
mum
Look honey, we're a bit low on money at the moment. Your fathers last paycheck hasn't come through yet so we have no money for food. It was either the chicken or grandpa.
At the mention of grandpa, we hear mumbling from the grey haired head that is poking up over the couch that soon builds into a massive sneeze that shakes the whole chair. After recovering, Grandpa says.
Grandpa
It's gotsta be tha' chicken
Frooken
But he was my pet! i loved him.
MUM
Well if you feel that strongly about it. (pause) You can have the legs.
Frooken starts to cry, grabs the plate with the roast chicken on it and runs away to his room.
FROOKEN
I wont let you take him!
His parents looked shocked for a second, and then eye the back of grandpas chair hungrily.
INT. Frooken's room. night.
Frooken has his chicken on the table in his room and he is pacing up and down the length of it. He is mumbling. It is barely audible.
FROOKEN
They would never allow it. It can't be done. The formulas are there. Plain as day, but he will be shunned. never allowed a normal life. But they took it away. Is it not his right to have it back?
He slams his fist on the table as lightening strikes behind him in a window.
Frooken
Ill do it!
A montage of Frooken walking into butchers and walking out with bags of chicken. We see him stop on the way home and pull a large kite out of a pile of rubbish.
Fade To:
EXT. Backyard. evening
A thunder storm gathers over Frooken's head. He cackles and secures the wires leading from the kite, which now has a key tied to it, to the mound under a sheet on the table.
FROOKEN
Yes! Yes! Finally. The pieces all fall into place. Soon, the family Stein will rue the day they named me Frooken! (pause) then killed my chicken!
Suddenly we are blinded by a flash of lightening and we hear the sound of thunder extremely close.
Many sounds assault our ears now. The sound of rustling and bumping. Frooken shrieks. The blinding white light begins to recede, and we notice that the sheet that was previously on the table is now strewn across the garden. Frooken whips around the garden. He looks in all the places somebody could hide, but finds nothing.
FROOKEN
Oh, no.
Frooken pulls a dog biscuit out of his pocket and creeps around the garden calling weakly,
FROOKEN
Gerald?.....
Fade to:
INT. DARK ROOM. NIGHT.
Frooken's face appears closeup in front of the camera. It's the only thing we can see and he looms over us.
FROOKEN
So you see. It cannot be allowed to exist. It would dog my life and destroy everything i will ever work for. (pause) Trust me. I read a book on this once.
The scuttling we heard at the beginning builds up again and we cut to a low fast view from the eyes of gerald. Gerald shoots across the floor toward Frooken. We cut back to Frooken as he stumbles and attempts to run away. He gets as far as door but it suddenly slams shut. We see the room from Gerald's view again as we look up at Frooken.
FROOKEN
It was meant to be for your own good. (pause) I'm sorry, i did it for you.
We get our first look at Gerald. He is half hidden by shadow. We only see his silhouette.
Gerald
Cluck?
Frooken backs away until he hits a wall.
FROOKEN
No! Anything but that! please.
GERALD
Cluck!
Frooken looks dejectedly at the the ground. He is beat. He can see that nothing he can say will change Gerald's mind.
FROOKEN
Of all the things. It has to be that, doesn't it? (pause) You want . (pause) A Bride.
Just as Gerald is about to say cluck again the door bursts open. Grandpa is standing in the doorway holding a large roasting fork. He steps into the room and kicks Gerald away from Frooken. Gerald splats onto a wall and sinks to the floor.
GRANDPA
C'mon Sonny. I've had enough of this!
Grandpa throws the Fork and it thuds into Gerald's body as he is struggling to get up. Grandpa grabs Frooken's hand and leads him out of the ancient and quaint front garden to,
EXT. STREET. DEAD OF NIGHT
The street outside and away from the house forever. Gerald is trying to follow Grandpa and Frooken. But with the large fork stuck into him he is making slow and loud progress. Every time he takes a step, the fork thuds into the ground. Gerald gives up as Grandpa disapears out of view. We hear Mum's voice from inside the house
MUM
Oh, Grandpa? Where are you? I need help (pause) making dinner.
Gerald hears Mum and turns away happily thumping into the darkness of the house. The door slams behind him, and we pan out until we can see the whole house.
Fade to black:
The credits roll.
Fade in:
INT. DARK ROOM. NIGHT.
Mum and Dad are looking through a dark room for Frooken and Grandpa.
MUM
Frooken? Grandpa? Please come out. We can't start dinner without you. Oh honey, i do hope they're here. The neighbours will notice if another child disapears.
dad
I know honey. We just have to look harder.
Dad is cut off by a loud thump.
MUM
Possums?
A loud thump then a dragging sound interrupts Mum. Mum and Dad huddle together as the dragging and thumping becomes louder and louder. Darkness surrounds Mum and Dad and soon envelops them.
The End.
If you got this far, I hope you liked it and feel compelled to help me finance it.
Thanks,
Calum
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