Wednesday, October 14, 2015

short horror film script: Photo Finish

`Short Film Script
John J Pender
Time: 5 minute
Title:   Photo Finish
1a
CAMERA CLOSE UP OF SMART PHONE. GUY’S FINGERS ARE SCROLLING THROUGH PICTURES. ONE PICTURE  IS OF HIM CARRYING CANNED GOODS ON A CARTON BOTTOM. ANOTHER ONE IS HIM CARRYING PRODUCE.
SFX: PHONE RINGS
                                                                  GUY
‘Hey, I just got the pictures you sent from the homeless shelter. Tell me you’re not going to use one for a poster to get volunteers. You’re not? Well why not? Yeah, I do look happy. I like helping people.’

CAMERA SHOT PANNING EMPTY BEACH PARKING LOT. LOTS OF REEDS BLOWING IN THE BREEZE.

                                                                 GUY
‘I’m spending the morning on the beach. Sandy Hook. Then I’m going to go move some stuff for my grandmother. I actually want to just lay on a beach blanket all day. Oh and  I’m going to check out this little digital camera I got at that estate sale I was telling you about. It is weird…using dead people’s stuff. No the owner…he died young. Don’t know much. He surfed. And he was pissed off a lot. Nobody touches his things…talks to his woman…all that stuff.  Got in a lot of fights.

CAMERA SHOT OF SIDE VIEW MIRROR. QUICK FLASH OF LIGHT. GUY LOOKS AT SIDE VIEW MIRROR.
                                                                GUY
‘ OK. Yeah I’ll see you Saturday at the shelter. I’ll be serving some slop. Ok. Later.’

CAMERA SHOWS GUY PUT DOWN PHONE NEXT TO DIGIAL CAMERA ON THE CAR SEAT.

CUT TO: GUY LOOKING AT HIS SIDE VIEW MIRROR.
                                                               GUY
                                          ‘Hmmm. Nothing there. ‘

1

CAMERA PANNING TO SHOW AN EMPTY BEACH AND DUNES. FADE TO A BEACH BLANKET BEING PUT DOWN, BACK PACK, CELL PHONE AND CAMERA. 

CAMERA SHOT: GUY LAYS DOWN ON BLANKET
SFX: WAVES CRASHING. SEA GULLS.
CAMERA SHOT: GUY SITS UP.
CAMERA PANNING TO SHOW EMPTY BEACH.
GUY PICKS UP CAMERA AND TAKES A PICTURE OF THE BEACH AND OCEAN. IT IS EMPTY
GUY LAYS BACK DOWN. GUY REACHES AROUND, PICKS UP CAMERA, HOLDS IT UP TO LOOK AT VIEW FINDER.  IT SHOWS A BLACK FIGURE, FAR AWAY IN THE SURF.

                                                                       GUY
                                        ‘That’s weird. I didn’t see him.’

CAMERA SHOT: GUY SITS UP.
CAMERA LONG SHOT OF AN EMPTY BEACH. QUICKLY, PANNING TO THE DUNES BEHIND THE GUY.
GUY TAKES SAME SHOT, ANOTHER PICTURE OF THE BEACH AND WAVES.  HE LOOKS DOWN THE BEACH. CAMERA SHOWS AN EMPTY BEACH.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP OF CAMERA VIEW FINDER. PICTURE SHOWS DARK FIGURE COMING OUT OF THE SURF, WAY DOWN THE BEACH. FINGERS OF GUY’ S FINGERS SCROLLING BACK TO SHOW FIRST PICTURE WITH FIGURE IN THE SURF AND NEXT PICTURE WITH FIGURE COMING OUT OF THE SURF.
CUT TO : CAMERA LONG SHOT OF THE BEACH IT IS EMPTY.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP OF GUY’S FINGERS SCROLLING BETWEEN THE FIRST PICTURE OF THE FIGURE IN THE SURF AND THE NEXT PHOTO OF IT COMING OUT OF THE SURF.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP OF FIRST PICTURE’S DATE, IT’S CURRENT, SCROLL TO SECOND PICTURE’S DATE, IT’S CURRENT.



2
CUT TO: GUY TAKES ANOTHER PICTURE TOWARDS THE FAR END OF THE BEACH AGAIN.
CUT TO: CAMERA VIEW FINDER, THERE IS A PICTURE WITH THE DARK FIGURE  WALKING TOWARDS GUY’S END OF THE BEACH.
CUT TO: GUY’S FINGERS SCROLLING TO FIRST PICTURE OF FIGURE IN THE SURF, SECOND PICTURE OF FIGURE COMING OUT OF THE SURF AND THIRD PICTURE OF FIGURE WALKING TOWARDS GUY’S END OF THE BEACH.
CUT TO: LONG SHOT OF THE BEACH. IT IS EMPTY
CUT TO: GUY PICKS UP HIS CELL PHONE

                                                                            GUY
‘Hey it’s me.  I know, you know…you have Caller ID. Listen. I’m on the beach and I’m…remember I told you I went to that estate sale…some surfer guy died…anyway…I bought his camera.  Wait, who cares what I paid for it…just listen. So I’m on this empty beach…yes because everyone else is working like you…listen.

SFX: REEDS ON DUNES BRUSHING AGAINST EACH OTHER
CUT TO: QUICK CAMERA SHOT OF DUNES, THEN  QUICK CAMERA LONG SHOT OF BEACH WHERE GUY SAW THE DARK FIGURE….BEACH IS EMPTY.

                                                                             GUY
‘Yeah I’m jumpy…I thought I heard something in the dunes. Anyway, so the beach is completely empty but when I take a picture of the beach there’s this dark figure on it. Yes it’s dark. Cause if it has blond hair it could be Donald Trump and that’s scary…funny. I’m serious. What are you talking about zombies…this isn’t a movie. This is happening to me on the beach. The first shot shows the figure in the surf, the second it’s coming out of the surf and in the third picture he is walking towards my end of the beach. No the dates on the picture are today. Right… I thought that too. Maybe the pictures were already on the camera. OK hold on I’ll take another one.

CAMERA SHOT OF GUY TAKING A PICTURE OF THE EMPTY BEACH AND SURF.
CUT TO: CAMERA VIEW FINDER. PICTURE OF THE DARK FIGURE WHO IS CLOSER, AND HIS HEAD IS TURNED TOWARDS THE GUY AS IF HE’S SPOTTED THE GUY.

                                                                          GUY
‘He’s seen me. Yes the guy who isn’t there. No I’m serious.  He’s on my end of the beach, and he’s looking towards me in the photo.

3
CUT TO: CAMERA SHOT OF  EMPTY BEACH

                                                                 GUY

                                        ‘No. The beach is still empty.’

CUT TO: CAMERA SHOT OF CAMERA VIEWFINDER. GUY’S FINGERS SCROLL FROM FIRST PICTURE OF FIGURE IN THE SURF, NEXT COMING OUT OF THE SURF, NEXT WALKING TOWARDS GUY’S END OF THE BEACH, AND NEXT PHOTO ON GUY’S END OF BEACH WITH THE FIGURE LOOKING TOWARD’S GUY.

                                                             GUY
                  ‘That’s a good idea. OK. Hold up I’ll take a picture of the beach with my phone.’

CAMERA SHOT OF GUY TAKING A PICTURE WITH HIS PHONE.
CUT TO: CLOSE UP SHOT OF THE CELL PHONE. PICTURE APPEARS. PHOTO OF AN EMPTY BEACH.
                                                            GUY 

‘OK. When I take a picture with my cell phone…it’s the empty beach. He’s not there. What do you mean exactly? OK right. He’s not there. That’s the point. No I don’t feel guilty for buying some dead guy’s camera. He’s dead. He’s not going to miss it. Besides the pictures aren’t in my mind. They are on the camera. Listen. The pictures are on the camera.

CUT TO: GUY LOOKING AT CELL PHONE PHOTO OF AN EMPTY BEACH.
CUT TO: GUY’S FINGERS SCROLLING ON CAMERA. FIRST PICTURE, DARK FIGURE IN THE SURF, NEXT PICTURE FIGURE COMING OUT OF THE SURF, NEXT PICTURE FIGURE WALKING TOWARDS GUY’S END OF THE BEACH AND PICTURE OF FIGURE LOOKING TOWARDS GUY.
                                                              GUY

‘I’m gonna take one more picture. Stay on the phone…

CUT TO: GUY TAKING PICTURE OF THE EMPTY BEACH.
CUT TO: CAMERA SHOT OF EMPTY BEACH WHERE GUY WAS TAKING THE PICTURE.
CUT TO: CAMERA VIEW FINDER. GUY’S FIGURE SCROLLING PICTURES. FIRST PICTURE OF FIGURE IN THE SURF, FIGURE COMING OUT OF THE SURF, FIGURE WALKING TOWARDS GUY’S END OF BEACH, FIGURE LOOKING AT GUY, LAST PICTURE OF FIGURE, WITH A PIECE OF DRIFTWOOD IN HIS HAND, WALKING ANGRILY TOWARDS GUY .
                                                           
4
CAMERA SHOT OF GUY ON CELL PHONE.

                                                                    GUY

‘Bobbie he’s coming towards me. I don’t know he looks so angry. No not on the beach. In the last picture. And he’s carrying something…like a club…driftwood, something.

CUT TO: QUICK CAMERA SHOT OF DUNES AND THEN PANNING TO EMPTY BEACH.

                                                                      GUY

‘I’m not...I mean I won’t. I’m not taking any more pictures. In fact…I’m getting out of here. This is creeping me out. OK good idea…stay on the cell while I walk to my car.’

CUT TO: CAMERA FACING UP AT GUY ON BEACH BLANKET.
SFX: CAMERA CLICKS AS IF TAKING A PICTURE.
CUT TO: CELL PHONE DROPPING TO THE BEACH BLANKET. IT HAS BLOOD ON IT.
                                                           CREDITS ROLL




Wednesday, August 19, 2015

The Undocumented Lesbian

PAGE 1
SHORT FILM SCRIPTt:
TITLE: The Undocumented Lesbian
By John J. Pender Jr.

CAMERA SHOT: TOP OF SOMBRERO. IT STRAIGHTENS AND WE LOOK INTO THE FACE OF A WOMAN.

                                                                            LESBIAN
                                                      ‘Another stinking border town.’ 
CAMERA SHOT: LESBIAN POINTS UP.
CUT TO:
OUTDOORS: CAMERA SHOT: SIGN: Welcome to Sayreville.
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT: CLOSE UP OF LESBIAN’S FACE
                                                                          LESBIAN
‘You don’t see us…. But we are everywhere. On the border…working in your house of worship.’
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT: SIGN:  GENTLEMAN’S CLUB, Naked Women Dancers.
                                                                         LESBIAN
                                                ‘Making our way across the river’
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT: Sign: Raritan River
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT: LESBIAN’S FACE.
                                                                     
PAGE 2
                                                                      LESBIAN
                                        ‘And respected, with offices in your corporations.’
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT: LESBIAN, WORKING AT A DESK IN A PARKING GARAGE. CAR PULLS UP TO PARK WITH MUSIC BLARING.  
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT: LESBIAN AT HER DESK. WAVING AWAY CAR EXHAUST.                                                                    
                                                                 LESBIAN
                                                    ‘Hey! I’m working here!’
CAMERA SHOT: CLOSE UP LESBIAN’S FACE
                                                                   
                                                                  LESBIAN
‘And why wouldn’t we be corporate? We know how to fit in…like how to dress for Casual Friday.’
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT: ELEVADOR, PEOPLE IN CORPORATE CASUAL WEAR.
SFX: OFF CAMERA: ‘Hold it?’
CAMERA SHOT: LESBIAN ENTERS ELEVADOR. SHE IS DRESSED IN A CONSTRUCTION HAT JEANS AND WORK BOOTS. NOTICES A WOMAN STARING AT HER.
LESBIANTIPS HER HAT.
                                                                    LESBIAN
                               ‘I know. Cute huh?  Hat works on the beach too. ‘
SFX: TAPS METAL CONSTRUCTION HAT
                                                                   LESBIAN
                                ‘windy day at the beach…this hat ain’t flying nowhere….’
CUT TO:
PAGE 3
CAMERA SHOT:  ELEVATOR OF BIZ CASUAL-DRESSED PEOPLE STARRING AT HER
CUT TO CLOSE UP:
LESBIAN TO SKINNY MAN
                                                                LESBIAN
              ‘Try wearing a wide-brimmed, floppy, girly-hat on Fire Island on a windy day…right honey? ‘
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT: SKINNY MAN TRIES TO STAND MORE MANLY
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT: CLOSE-UP OF LESBIAN
                                                             LESBIAN
                                          ‘ We are brilliant citizens…just like you.’
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT: OUTDOORS. MAN, HEAD DOWN, TEXTING AND WALKING INTO A POLE.
                                                           LESBIAN
                  ‘America. Think. How lost you would be without us.’
CUT TO:
OUTDOORS: CAMERA SHOT:  HOME DEPO SIGN
INT.: CAMERA SHOT: MAN IN HOME DEPO TOOL DEPARTMENT.
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT OF EMPTY AISLE
CUT TO:
CAMERA CLOSE UP OF MAN
                                                         
                                                         
PAGE 4                                                        
                                                                  MAN
      ‘Hello? Anybody here? I need a phillips head… I’m fun. Please wait on me.’              
                                                      LESBIAN
                                       ‘We are business people.’
INTERIOR: Lesbian bringing work boots to a woman in a shoe store.
                                                     LESBIAN
‘Sexy or what….and they have a steel toe.’
INT.: CAMERA SHOT: LESBIAN’S FACE

                                                      LESBIAN
                             ‘And we need a road to citizenship.’
                                                     LESBIAN
                     ‘Hell… we can build our own road to citizenship.’
OUTDOORS: CAMERA SHOT: WOMAN WORKING ON THE ROAD CREW
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT OF LESBIAN FACE
                                                     LESBIAN
             ‘All we need is tolerance. America…can you do it?’

INT.: CAMERA SHOT: MAN’S FACE
                                                       MAN
                                     ‘Tolerance. I can do it!’


PAGE 5   
INT. CAMERA CLOSE UP OF WOMAN’S FACE

                                            WOMAN
                                      ‘Tolerance. I can do it!

INT. : CAMERA SHOT: GROUP OF PEOPLE

                                       GROUP OF PEOPLE
                                 ‘Tolerance. We can do it!’

CAMERA SHOT: CLOSE UP OF LESBIAN’S FACE
                                                      LESBIAN
                      ‘Tolerance. America. I know you can do it.’ 
LESBIAN LOOKS OFF CAMERA
                                                  LESBIAN
                                             ‘Let’s go honey.’
CAMERA SHOT: LESBIAN KISSES A BLACK WOMAN
CUT TO:
CAMERA SHOT:
INTER RACIAL LESBIAN COUPLE WALK OFF HOLDING HANDS.
CUT TO:
INT.: CAMERA SHOT: CLOSE UP OF WHITE WOMAN
                                       
PAGE 6                                          
                                       WHITE WOMAN
             ‘A White and a Black woman together? Oh hell no!’

CAMERA SHOT: CREDITS





Wednesday, August 5, 2015

there's a fine eyeliner between the lies and the truth

The Irish lace curtains, flow in on the sea breeze. John is curled up in a chair, watching them catch the sunlight….highlighting the lace work.  Aunt Margaret rushes into the room.

                                                                   Aunt Margaret

                                       Nothing is made like it used to be. It’s all junk.

                                                                John sitting up

Did something fall off the house…a gutter or shingle or something?

                                                                Aunt Margaret

No. I’m talking about my make up. I’ve been buying this same make up for 25 years. And it used to make my skin look great.
                                                               John thinking

Choice 1  Could say: You buried the lead…25 years ago.
Choice 2 Just shut up, shut up shut up. Can’t... she’s waiting for a response.

                                                                    John
                                    Your skin looks good without make up

                                                           John thinking

…especially for someone who lives at the beach.   Shut up shut up shut up

                                                          Aunt Margaret

That was soo nice John. Want me to make you something for lunch?

                                                           John thinks
                                                           
                                    Remembers how Aunt Margaret cooks. Everything blackened. Oh God no.

                                                                John
                                                         
                                                         No I’m good.

Aunt Margaret leaves the room. The Irish lace curtains look like angel wings, flowing in the breeze. Arch Angel Michael you can slap me silly for lying…but I’m liking myself right now.




Wednesday, April 22, 2015

So, what do you think?

John lifts up his painting
                                                                                   John
                                                                 So what do you think?

                                                                                Adjin
Why would you paint a picture of the ocean when you can just take a picture with your cell?

John starts writing something down.
                                                                              Adjin
                                       Good one right? What are your writing down?
                                                                             John
                                 I’m writing down the dumbest things ever said to me.
                                                                           Patty
                                          Well, you got the color of the water wrong.
                                                                            Adjin
And you’ve got the color of your hair wrong. You have blond hair….not black.  Don’t you write that down.
                                                                          John
                                                         Who says that’s me?
                                                                          Adjin
It’s always you. You kinda think of you a lot.   I like the painting.

John to Patty.
                                                                     John
                                     Patty, how is the nursing school going?
                                                                   
                                                                  Patty
                                                                 Good.
John to Adjin.
                                                                  John
                             See, you are wrong. I do think of others.

                                                                Adjin
                                           Yeah, for like two minutes.

John turns the painting to Adjin again.
                                                             John
                                      Right. So what do you think

                                                           Adjin

                         I’d put a shark in it. Big one.  Hey, don’t you write that down. I’m serious.