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3.2 KiB
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86 lines
3.2 KiB
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THE MORNING AFTER
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a very short HELLRAISER film
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scene: a darkened bedroom. morning sunlight creeps in under the
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curtains. the room is an absolute mess, blankets, pillows,
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clothes scattered all over the place. a bump under a blanket
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on the bed suggests a human form underneath.
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CU: Alarm clock balanced on top of a stack of SANDMAN trade
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paperbacks. the display clicks over to 7:00 a.m and the clock
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buzzes annoyingly.
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Cut to: the bed
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MIKE BARNES emerges from under the blanket, a man in his early
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twenties with long black hair and spanish eyebrows. he looks like
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the survivor of last night's party, which he is (only just). as he
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gets up, a film poster for ERASERHEAD half-falls, and is left hanging
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from one thumbtack. he wraps the blanket around his shoulders like a
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superman cape and crawls out of the room, kicking the clock on the
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way past.
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MIKE: That must have been a good party... I don't remember a thing.
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Scene: the hallway. MIKE passes a dead body, played by LoKi T
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Unsworn. the body has one of those party noise-makers in its
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mouth.
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Scene: the kitchen, only marginally less messy than the bedroom.
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MIKE crawls up to the fridge, manages to get it open.
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CU: Fridge, interior, viewed from inside. the fridge is empty
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except for a glass with a stick of limp celery in it and a
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small, cubical carton of milk, with a familiar design on its
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sides. MIKE appears, wrapped in the blanket. he searches the
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fridge, despite the lack of contents.
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MIKE: I need calcium...
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Scene: the kitchen. grabs the milk carton, closes the fridge door.
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he turns the carton over a couple of times, then forces his thumbs
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under the fold in the top, trying to open it without success. he
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tries various different strategies over the next twenty seconds,
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getting more frustrated with his inability to open it.
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CU: Mike's face, frustrated.
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MIKE: I can never figure out how to open these fucking things...
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CU: The milk carton in his hands. we briefly see the words
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LEMARCHAND MILK COMPANY set inside the folds of the carton.
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FX: an electric tearing sound. the box is outlined in jagged blue
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fire, streams of which fly out in all directions with a loud
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ZAP! sound.
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MIKE: Jesus!
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MIKE throws the carton across the room and falls over backwards,
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sitting up against the kitchen door. the carton sits on the floor,
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on its side.
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CU: milk carton lying on its side,top facing towards MIKE. it
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slowly opens. no milk pours out
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EXTREME CU:
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a low-angle shot of the milk carton, from behind. at the
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other end of the kitchen we see MIKE on his knees, his head
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close to the floor, peering inside the milk carton.
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CU: the front of the carton, fully opened. semi-subliminal shot
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of large hooks on the ends of chains flying out of the carton
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with a rushing sound.
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CU: MIKE'S face. we don't actually see the hooks embedding
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themselves in his skin, but we do see them flying around his
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head, his look of terror.
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screen fades up to white with the sound of horrific screams and chain
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clanks.
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