Wrimos of Hawai'i

Alright, it's 3:56am, I can't sleep, and I don't know where the hell this thing came from, but I've been wanting to do a psychological horror film for awhile, and this comes pretty close.

It's a big one, and it won't be easy, but tell me what you guys think. Any revisions would be great too. Weighs in at about 9 pages.

The Project -

int. Bedroom - day

An alarm clock rings, awakening BOB. He awakens immediately, startled, as though not really sleeping.

int. bathroom - day

BOB stands before the bathroom mirror, brushing his teeth, gazing at his reflection.

int. kitchen - day

BOB enters where MARCIE his wife is cooking breakfast. He is dressed for work.

Marcie

Morning honey. Breakfast is almost ready.

BOB

(detatched)

Thanks sweetie.

MARCIE

You all ready for your big day?

Bob grunts an affirmative and goes to read the paper.

int. office - day

BOB walks past numerous cubicles, all with similar pictures, comics, etc. He walks past BARBARA, who sits staring at her computer, not moving.

Bob stops and backpedals a step, looking at her.

BOB

Barbara?

Barbara doesn't respond.

BOB

(more insistantly)

Barbara!

barbara

(surprised)

Oh, Bob, morning, you scared the hell out of me.

BOB

Uh huh.

BARBARA

So today's the big day huh? You ready?

BOB

Yeah. Yeah I suppose so.

BARBARA

Don't sound so sure of yourself.

int. office bob's cubicle - day

Bob sits at his cubicle and turns on his screen. He stares at it blankly. PHILLIP, his coworker, leans around the corner.

phillip

Hey there partner, how's it hanging?

BOB

Hey Phil, it's alright, yourself?

PHILLIP

Well, you know me, I can't complain too much. You all ready?

BOB

Yeah, I think I am.

PHILLIP

You damn well better be, you're up in an hour.

BOB

No kidding.

As they talk, a high pitched tone begins to sound. Only Bob seems to notice.

PHILLIP

Hey, no sweat, this thing's in the bag.

int. kitchen - Night

BOB enters, looking worn out. MARCIE waits for him, dinner laid out on the table.

MARCIE

Hey hon, how'd it go?

BOB

(obviously dejected)

They said they'd think about it. That it's going to take some time.

MARCIE

(twitches almost imperceptibly)

Oh hon. Well, don't let it get to you. It'll happen eventually. They don't know what they're talking about. Come get some food ok?

BOB

Yeah, thanks sweetie.

Same tone once more begins as Bob sits to eat.

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

Once more, BOB awakens to the alarm clock, startled into reality by the harsh tone.

INT. BATHROOM - DAY

BOB stands before the sink, brushing his teeth. He spits into the sink and then freezes.

In his spit, he can see blood. When he looks in the mirror, his nose is bleeding. As he touches it, the tone starts.

INT. KITCHEN - DAY

BOB enters. MARCIE is again cooking breakfast.

MARCIE

(exactly as previous morning)

Morning honey, breakfast is almost ready.

bob

(distracted by thoughts of nosebleed, not noticing)

Thanks sweetie. Hey, I just had this really bad nosebleed upstairs.

MARCIE

You all ready for your big day?

BOB

(startled)

What?

MARCIE

I said are you okay? You kept tossing in your sleep. Now you say your nose was bleeding?

BOB

(rattled)

Oh, yeah, I'm fine, just a little blood, that's all.

INT. OFFICE - DAY

BOB makes his way through the cubicles again. Once more, Barbara sits staring into her monitor, unresponsive.

BOB

(hesitating)

Barbara.

BARBARA

(speaking rapidly)

It'll kill you.

BOB

What did you say?

BARBARA

(finally looking at Bob, normal)

Second hand smoke. I was reading about the smoking ban they're talking about. Be nice to not have to deal with that, huh?

BOB

Yeah. Definitely.

INT. OFFICE BOB'S CUBICLE - DAY

BOB sits at his computer. PHILLIP leans in to speak to him. There is a dark stain on his shirt, as though from a nosebleed.

PHILLIP

Morning Bob! How's my favorite partner?

BOB

I'm ok Phil. Hey, you got something on your-

PHILLIP

(interrupting)

Well, you know me, I can't complain too much. You all ready?

BOB

What?

The tone begins to sound.

PHILLIP

You damn well better be, you're up in an hour.

BOB

Phil, what the hell are you talking-

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

BOB wakes suddenly as the alarm goes off. He hits it quickly, shaking.

INT. OFFICE - DAY

BOB walks through the cubicles. As he approaches BARBARA's cubicle, he hesitates, then peeks in.

Barbara sits speaking on the phone to a client, busily typing away on her computer. She looks up and rolls her eyes good-naturedly at Bob and mouths a hello.

Bob smiles, relieved, and waves.

INT. OFFICE BOB'S CUBICLE - DAY

BOB turns on his monitor. He rubs his eyes exhaustedly.

PHILLIP leans around the corner, grinning, holding a cup of coffee.

PHILLIP

Morning Bob! How's my favorite partner?

BOB

(looks startled)

What did you say?

PHILLIP

(defensively)

Whoa, hey, sorry man, just saying good morning. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?

BOB

Oh, no, sorry Phil. Didn't sleep too well last night. You know how it is.

PHILLIP

Well, I'm not surprised. I'm pissed they didn't go for the pitch myself, and it wasn't even my project. But hey, hang in there, you'll get this shit through and then they'll see the mistake they made.

BOB

Yeah. You're right. Thanks Phil. Sorry if I've been a little weird lately. Just been stressed.

PHILLIP

I hear that. Don't worry about it. Catch you at lunch.

Phillip walks away. Bob returns to his work. A few seconds later, a hand appears around the corner of the cubicle.

BOB

Oh hey Phil, forget some-

What leans around the corner is not human, but some twisted ruination of a man. It makes a rattle deep within its throat. Bob screams in horror.

Phillip leans around the corner and jumps at the scream, clearly startled. The cubicles go silent, with several people standing to look.

PHILLIP

Bob, man, sorry about that, didn't mean to scare you.

BOB

Jesus, did you just see-

PHILLIP

Bob, hey, snap out of it. The big wigs are ready for your pitch now. They're waiting in the conference room.

The tone starts.

BOB

Wait, what? But that was yesterda-

PHILLIP

Don't worry about it! Catch you at lunch!

BOB

Yeah, sure Phil. I'm just gonna hit the bathroom really quick.

int. OFfice bathroom - day

BOB sits in the bathroom stall, breathing heavily, sweating, rocking slowly. After a second or two he takes a deep breath and stands.

And air raid siren begins from far away, barely audible.

Bob steps out of the stall and then freezes. At the counter MARCIE stands cooking eggs in a pan over the sink. Her hand seems melted, or grown, over the handle of the pan.

Marcie turns and smiles to him.

Marcie

Morning honey. Breakfast is almost ready.

BOB

(horrified)

What's going on? What are you doing here?

MARCIE

You all ready for your big day?

Bob doesn't respond, unable to take his eyes off his wife. The air raid siren slowly becomes louder.

He opens the door to the bathroom, and the hallway outside is dark, the occasional light flickering ominously. He backs out and looks around, starting to panic.

INT. OFFICE - night

BOB

Hello? Anyone?

He walks down the cubicles slowly, the noise from the people and the air raid siren blending hideously.

He walks past BARBARA's cubicle and sees her at her computer.

Barbara leans toward her monitor, her head and the screen connected by long strands of flesh, hair and industrial tubing and cabling, forming a biomechanical bridge.

BOB

Oh Jesus, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

Barbara moves slightly, her fingers clawing at her pants. A tone begins to come from her. Bob turns and runs.

INT. OFFICE BOB'S CUBICLE - night

BOB slips quickly into his seat and grabs at his phone, dialing 911 quickly.

BOB

Hello? Hello? I need help, something's happening at my office, and I think I'm in danger!

MARCIE

(on phone)

They don't know what they're talking about. Come get some food ok?

BOB

What? What the hell? Marcie? Hello!

PHILLIP

(on phone)

Hey, no sweat, this thing's in the bag.

BOB

Who the hell is this? What are you doing to me? What the hell is happenening?

BOB

(on phone)

Oh, yeah, I'm fine, just a little blood, that's all.

Bob sits in horror at his own voice responding.

BOB

(panicking)

Who the fuck is this? What do you want? What do you fucking want!?

Around the corner leans PHILLIP, eyes black, he opens his mouth to speak and blood pours from his lips. A horrible buzzing comes from his throat, barely audible over the air raid siren.

Bob begins to scream uncontrollably.

INT. OFFICE BOB'S CUBICLE - DAY

The siren, tone and buzzing stops. BOB continues to scream. PHILLIP, BARBARA and some EMTs lean over him, shaking him and holding him down.

INT. OFFICE BOB'S CUBICLE - DAY - later

PHILLIP and BARBARA watch the EMTs wheel a sedated BOB off of the floor, both looking worried.

BARBARA

What happened to him?

PHILLIP

I don't know, I was walking over to say good morning and he just started screaming.

BARBARA

Do you think it was some kind of seizure?

PHILLIP

No, my cousin's epileptic. That was nothing like a seizure.

BARBARA

God. Poor guy.

PHILLIP

I know. He had that project meeting with the bosses in an hour too.