Post by Shawn DeLise on Nov 11, 2016 22:11:31 GMT
S K E L E T O N S
Prolouge
Prolouge
FADE IN:
EXT. THE DELISE’S MANSION – NIGHT
From the driveway POV, we get a glimpse of the DeLise’s mansion located in Brentwood, California. Almost all the lights inside the mansion are turned off, except one light on the ground floor from what we can see.
A thick fog lingers around the mansion.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. SHAWN’S STUDY – NIGHT
SHAWN DELISE sits slouched in his chair, with his right leg positioned over his left knee. He taps the down arrow on his keyboard as he scrolls through a wall of text on his computer screen.
SHAWN DELISE
(Reading out loud)
“A group of concerned citizens have come together
and are trying to shut down local wrestling
company Ready Set Wrestle; the group plans to
present their argument in front of Judge Ronald
Dickerson earlier next week. The group calls
RSW tasteless and…”
(Reading out loud)
“A group of concerned citizens have come together
and are trying to shut down local wrestling
company Ready Set Wrestle; the group plans to
present their argument in front of Judge Ronald
Dickerson earlier next week. The group calls
RSW tasteless and…”
He closes his laptop.
SHAWN DELISE
“A load of fucking… SHIT!”
His phone DINGS. He received a text message.
SHAWN grabs his iPhone.
START MESSAGE
BLOCKED ID: Miss me?
END MESSAGE
He smirks, as he stares at the screen.
START MESSAGE
SHAWN DELISE: Maybe, just a little.
END MESSAGE
Shawn grabs his glass; which is half full from the desk and leans back in his chair. He props his feet up on the desk and holds his iPhone in front of his face.
His phone dings again.
START MESSAGE
BLOCK ID: Only a little???
END MESSAGE
Shawn smiles again and begins tapping on his phone with his thumb as he takes a sip from his glass.
START MESSAGE
SHAWN DELISE: Okay… maybe a lot.
BLOCK ID: What do you miss about me???
SHAWN DELISE: You know….
BLOCK ID: Nope!!! Tell me.
SHAWN DELISE: You know that thing you do with your tongue.
BLOCK ID: Oh?
SHAWN DELISE: and remember bora-bora? The beach?
BLOCK ID: Dirty, dirty boy.
END MESSAGE
ARIANNY DELISE:
“Shawn!?”
“Shawn!?”
Shawn drops his phone and spills his glass over his lap as he jumps in his seat, almost tipping over but he managed to balance himself with his feet and keep himself from going over.
SHAWN DELISE:
“Don't do that!”
ARIANNY DELISE:
“I want pickles.”
SHAWN DELISE:
“Pickles? Fuck… Why didn't you just text
me that in the convo, instead of
creeping around in the darkness like a
creepy old fucking lady?”
ARIANNY DELISE:
“Ugh. I told you my phone was being fixed
and won't be ready until tomorrow, GOD!
Listen, Shawn, listen...”
Shawn's face turns white as he looks down at his phone.
ARIANNY DELISE:
“What?”
“What?”
Shawn reaches down and snags his phone off the floor.
SHAWN DELISE:
“Nothing.”
“Nothing.”
Arianny DeLise turns around.
ARIANNY DELISE:
“Good, now pickles.”
SHAWN DELISE
(mumbling):
“I’ll get you a fucking pickle.”
“Good, now pickles.”
SHAWN DELISE
(mumbling):
“I’ll get you a fucking pickle.”
He begins typing on his phone.
START MESSAGE
SHAWN DELISE: Who’s this?
END MESSAGE
Shawn watches the screen on his iPhone. His cellphone dings.
START MESSAGE
BLOCK ID: You once said to me, you'd always have my back. That's what big brothers are for…where for. You lied. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar, liar pants on fucking fire!
END MESSAGE
Shawn’s face turns pale. He taps in his response.
START MESSAGE
SHAWN DELISE: Georgia?
BLOCK ID: Georgia’s dead.
SHAWN DELISE: Then???
BLOCK ID: I'm what you woke up.
SHAWN DELISE: And who is that?
BLOCK ID: Was it worth it?
SHAWN DELISE: Was what worth it?
BLOCK ID: To murder your own family, Joe, and Georgia.
SHAWN DELISE: I don't know what you are talking about.
BLOCK ID: Shawn.
SHAWN DELISE: Who is this?
BLOCK ID: You know who.
SHAWN DELISE: Meet me and show me your face you piece of shit.
BLOCK ID: Okay.
SHAWN DELISE: Where are you, I'll come to you?
END MESSAGE
Shawn stood up and walked towards the exit of his study keeping his eyes glued on his phone.
SHAWN DELISE:
“Where the fuck are you?”
“Where the fuck are you?”
CUT TO:
INT. HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS
The hallway is pitch black; the only light is the light coming off the iPhone in Shawn’s hand. His phone dings again. The ding is loud and creates an echo between the walls of the hallway.
Shawn's jaw drops when he looks at the MESSAGE.
START MESSAGE
BLOCK ID: No need, I'm here.
END MESSAGE
Shawn looks away from his cell phone, shakes his head and then looked up at the ceilings.
SHAWN DELISE:
“HA. HA! Very funny Ari—“
“HA. HA! Very funny Ari—“
His phone dings again, cutting him off. He looks back at the screen of his phone.
START MESSAGE
BLOCK ID: I'm not her. I’m not Ari.
END MESSAGE
Shawn looked down both hallways.
SHAWN DELISE:
“Then who the fuck are you!”
“Then who the fuck are you!”
His phone dings once again. He looks.
START MESSAGE
BLOCK ID: Me!
END MESSAGE
Shawn spins around as a crack in the floor breaks the silence in the darkness of the hallway.
The blade of the knife caught his hand as he throws it up as a shield. Shawn cries out in pain. He grabs his hand, and the attacker slashes at his cheek with the blade. Shawn screams out in pain now as he grabs his cheek with the same hand that is cut.
Shawn throws his body into the attacker and knocks whoever it is off balance and creates a gap between the two so he can run away.
The blade scraped across his back, bringing another cry of pain out of Shawn as he runs towards the stairs as he slams his bloody hand against a white box on the wall as he runs past.
The alarm goes off.
SHAWN DELISE:
“Arianny – FUCK!”
“Arianny – FUCK!”
Shawn screamed out in pain as the blade slammed into his upper back just below his shoulder.
He crashed into the staircase with the knife sticking out of his back.
The lights turned on.
CUT TO:
INT. TOP OF STAIRS – CONTINUOUS
ARIANNY DELISE:
“What are you doing!?”
“What are you doing!?”
She takes one step down onto the first step and then stops. She sees the blood, and she sees the knife.
ARIANNY DELISE:
“Shawn?”
“Shawn?”
CUT TO:
INT. BOTTOM OF STAIRS – CONTINUOUS
Shawn lifts his head slowly, as out of the corner of his eye he can see his attacker disappear through a side window to his left. He looks up the stairs now.
SHAWN DELISE
(whispering):
“Well… we got a problem.”
(whispering):
“Well… we got a problem.”
CUT TO:
POV – SHAWN DELISE – CONTINOUS
Shawn's vision is blurry, as the feet of Arianny come into view. He barely can see as she crouches down and grabs his cell phone.
He closes his eyes.
ARIANNY DELISE:
“911!”
“911!”
FADE OUT
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