Thursday, 7 March 2013

Opening Two Minutes Script

Sound Effect []-camera movement ()-stage directions {}-other directions not involving a character

 
No Sympathy for the Dead

[George sits in an arm chair; the TV is on and of a violent film]

George: *gasps*

(He sits up and composes himself)

*breaths heavily out*

(Slump’s back in his chair, He tries to turn the TV off)

*groans*

(He stands up, and moves towards the TV and throws himself to the floor)

*mumble*

“How to turn this thing off?”

(He rides his hand along the edges of the TV to turn it off, he turns presses the button)

Click Click Click

{TV scene is getting louder and quicker}

“Turn off….”

(Pressing the button numerous times He sits back up; gritting his teeth he crawls behind the TV)

“ piece of sh(TV switches off)

{We see the image on the TV disappear}

(He lifts himself off the floor moves into the next room towards the kitchen)

[Living room is dimly lighted]

(He turns on the kitchen lights)

[Camera from inside the fridge films him]

(He glances through the fridge moving items, he settles on a drink)

[He moves toward the hallway so his face is up close with the camera]

(He appears suspicious, he goes upstairs)

*Creak* (staircase)

[Camera follows him upstairs past his sister bedroom, the light is on]

(He goes to the bathroom and brushes his teeth; there is no toothpaste so he goes through the shelves, with no success he go to his sister)

Our house is falling apart seriously, first the TV no

(He stops talking and goes to back out the room unaware that she is dead)

[The camera shows an over the shoulder shot of the body showing George in the back ground]

(He turns of her light)

Or not

(He goes back to the bathroom)

{The tap is dripping}

[Facing him as if the camera is the mirror]

(He walks out and goes to his room)

[Shows him from the end of the corridor walking towards his room]

{Door creeks behind him}

Creek

(He gets changed into his P.J’s and turns the lights off; as he turns to walk towards his bed he can hear someone on the other side of the door)

{A shadow under door}

(He presses his ear up to the door, then pulls the door open)

[From the end on the corridor at a high-angel shot making him look venerable]

* Laughs at himself *

(he walks towards the bed and is dragged, when he reaches the step he crawls back but is yet again dragged back)

(He sits up and is kicked backwards so he falls backwards so he’s leaning on the door)

[Over the shoulder shot]

(Abbie grabs George by the neck and lifts him up; George grabs her hands in attempt to release himself)

(George scratches Abbie’s faces, to which she drops him)

Abbie: * scream *

(Abbie grabs her face)

[George crawl out his bedroom and escapes down the hall]

(George throws boxes on the floor to block the path)

[George is now in his sister’s room, its dark so you cannot see anything]

George: * panting *

(George turns on the light, he has his back to the door, and he takes a moment to breath, and then quickly moves to wake up his sister)

George: you need to wake up there someone

(He rolls her body towards him to find out she’s dead, he falls back in shock)

* Abbie’s foots steps show she’s getting closer *



(George wipes his face to wake himself up and runs to the books case to retrieve a torch)



George: ok, just move.



(George exits the room and onto the roof)



{Lighting from room lights up the roof, its windy}



(After closing the window George backs away from the window and realizes he will have to get off the roof)



[Panning, following George pacing back and forth contemplating jumping off the roof whilst muttering to himself]



George: no, I’m not doing it, no, no



[George paces towards the camera into a close up]

(he’s on the floor lowering himself down muttering to himself)



[close up on Abbie’s hand grabbing Georges leg]



[showing George from the side]



(George gets dragged off the roof)

sounds of George bodying falling off the roof

{everything goes silent, apart from the sounds of the wind and the tree’s}

(Abbie’s exit)

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