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PostSubject: Discs - a web thriller in five parts   Mon Nov 22, 2010 7:48 pm




DISCS


(C) 2009 PROPERTY OF MEAGER FILM PRODUCTIONS

Cast

Russell

Elliott

Halsey

Detective Creek

Detective Yablonski

Rochelle

Will

Andrea

Savanna

Matt

Kimberly

Madison

Bob

Gretchen

Billy

Tammi



"DISCS"

Written by David Biscotti

Produced by David Rowell Workman

A SciFi/ Horror film in 5 Webisodes



EXT. A SMALL TOWN NEIGHBORHOOD - EARLY MORNING.

Montage of early morning hustle and bustle. Papers being
delivered, people walking their dogs, squirrels running up
trees, traffic moving about.

CUT TO



CAMERA ZOOMS TO ONE HOUSE IN PARTICULAR: NICE NEIGHBORHOOD.

A man coming out of his house carrying a briefcase. He locks
his front door and slowly moves down his concrete walkway.
When he reaches his car he fumbles with his keys and
accidently drops his keys to the ground. Then He hears a high
pitched sound. He looks around and sees nothing out of the
ordinary. Then he hears the sound again and looks up. He sees
something flash in the sky above. A reflection from the sun --
a glint of something small and metallic. Then it's gone. He
reaches down and picks up his keys. When he straightens up a
thin disk slices though his neck -- a clean cut. It flies off
into the distance.

CUT TO

From the front porch the man is seen headless standing by his
car. He falls to the ground.

CUT TO

The man's severed head. A look of surprise is in his eyes.
His wire frame glasses are cracked. There is a thin bluish
smoke rising from his neck wound.

CUT TO

OPENING TITLE AND CREDITS

Meager Productions in association with

Take Two Seminars presents

A David Rowell Workman Film

DISCS

Based on the short story

Discs by David Rowell Workman

Various Webisode Directors

FADE INTO

Several officials standing next to a body covered in a white
sheet. Detective Vincent Creek and his partner Emily
Yablonski are comparing notes. Several uniformed officers are
busy keeping a small crowd back.

YABLONSKI
Kind of early for a beheading. I
wasn't even sure what to wear when
the call came in.

CREEK
(Sipping at his coffee)
It's too early for cute, Yablonski.

YABLONSKI
Who said I was being cute. Should
we round up the usual suspects?

CREEK
You're not going to give it a rest,
are you?

YABLONSKI
Not that I see it bugs you, no.
(CREEK gives her 'THE
LOOK')
Okay, okay, you win. What's the
story?

CREEK
You should look at the body.

YABLONSKI
No, I think I'll pass, thank you.
Seen one beheading you've seen them
all.

CREEK
No, I'm serious. Take a good look
and tell me what you think.

YABLONSKI
I bet you're terribly fun on a
date.

Yablonski moves to the body and takes a peek under the sheet.

YABLONSKI
Fuck me crazy and call me Al. No
way.

She quickly moves away from the body and back to Creek's
side. She takes the coffee cup from him and takes a big sip.

CREEK
See my problem?

YABLONSKI
The wound is cauterized. Where's
the head.

CREEK
Missing.

YABLONSKI
Maybe a neighborhood dog took it
home.

CREEK
Several uniforms are canvasing the
area.

Creek reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigar, lights
it and coughs.

YABLONSKI
Thought you quit.

CREEK
I'm just using it to mask the
smell.

YABLONSKI
I don't smell anything.

CREEK
Exactly.

A uniformed officer quickly walks up to the two detectives.

OFFICER
Got a report of a dead body near
Reserve and Forest street.

YABLONSKI
No thanks, we already got one.

CREEK
(To Yablonski)
Sometimes I just don't understand
how you find humor in the tragic
human condition.

OFFICER
(Interrupting)
It's . . . missing the head.

CREEK
What did you say?

OFFICER
Hey, I didn't chop it off, I'm just
relaying the message.

The officer walks away.

YABLONSKI
And my horoscope said today would
be a good day to frolic in the sun.

She takes the cigar from Creek and takes a puff. Creek gives
her 'THE LOOK' again.

FADE TO



EXT. A DIFFERENT SMALL HOUSE SOMEWHERE IN THE CITY.

The room is a mess. Food all over the coffee table,
newspapers scattered on the floor. WILL THOMPSON, a young man
in his early twenties is playing a handheld game while the TV
is on. A young man named MATT WELLS sits next to him with a
bag of pop corn. The door opens and RUSSELL CHAMBERS, a young
man in his mid-twenties enters. His clothes are dusty, as is
his ball cap. After he enters he pulls off his work boots and
sits next to his friend on the couch.

RUSSELL
You been here all day?

WILL
Most of it.

RUSSELL
What time do you go to work?

WILL
Uh, that would be never.

RUSSELL
Lost your job again, huh?

MATT
Yep, he did.

RUSSELL
Since when do you two watch the
news?

WILL
You don't think I have an interest
in the local events in my home
town. Especially when they affect
me?

RUSSELL
No.

WILL
That's right. I usually don't, but
there is some pretty weird shit
going on here.

RUSSELL
(He lights a smoke)
I just got off work and I didn't
see anything weird on the way home.

MATT
Then you missed it. Some guy got
his head whacked off.

RUSSELL
Car wreck? Were one of you out
driving today?

WILL
Funny, Russell. You know I don't
have a car.

RUSSELL
Oh, that's right. You don't have a
job, hence you don't have a car.

MATT
Focus for a minute. It was two
blocks from here.

RUSSELL
What was two block from here?

MATT
The guy who got his head cut off.

WILL
Remember what I said early about
his attention deficit problem?

RUSSELL
You're totally serious about this?

WILL
Do I have a long pecker?

MATT
How the hell should I know?

RUSSELL
Good. I thought you were serious.

WILL
That's harsh, man. I am serious.
Turn off talk radio long enough to
hear the local news. And your in
for a treat. It's on in a minute.

They all turn there attention to the television.

NEWSCASTER
A mysterious death in the heart of
the city. We'll have new footage
and talk with local Homicide
Investigator Mike Kimmel tonight at
-

The station cuts to static.

RUSSELL
Shit. I think someone forgot to pay
the power bill.

WILL
I paid it with the money you gave
me I swear. I think.

A high-pitched wine blares from the tv speakers. The
television is filled only with static.

MATT
Whoa, what the hell was that?

RUSSELL
(Looks at watch)
That sucks, I have to wait a whole
hour. Maybe I'll pull it up on the
web.

MATT
You can't. You got shut off today.

RUSSELL
WILL!

WILL
Sorry, brother.

RUSSELL
What about the money I gave you for
the bill?

WILL
I bought beer.

RUSSELL
There better be some left.

WILL
Donnie and Taylor came over and
drank it all.

MATT
It's true I watched them.

Matt tries to kick beer cans under the couch that are at his
feet.

RUSSELL
Shit.

WILL
Tell me about it. I only drank five
before they were gone.

MATT
I only had one, I swear. I mean two
at the most.

There is a loud scream from somewhere outside. They all run
to the window and look out as a young woman runs down the
middle of the street. A silver disc swoops out from the sky
and cuts off her head. She falls to the ground. Her head
rolls under a parked car. There are sirens in the background.

WILL
Son of a bitch.

MATT
I think we got bad beer. Did I
really see that?

RUSSELL
Yes, you drunk bastards. Where's
the shotgun or did you sell that
while I was gone?

WILL
In the closet, Bro. But let's not
get hasty with the firearms in a
family neighborhood. I'm still on
probation.

Russell goes to the closet, pulls out a shotgun, pumps a
round into the chamber and walks to the front door.

RUSSELL
This is Montana. Everybody's on
probation!

CUT TO



EXT. PARKING STRUCTURE - DAY

A young man and woman are running frantically for their lives
in the cities downtown area. The couple run down a side
street. A older man runs slowly behind them, tries to catch
his breath and his head is severed from his body. He slumps
to the ground dead.

SAVANNA
Zack, what the ---. What was that
thing?

ZACK
Don't ask just keep running. And
don't look.

They step over two other bodies.

SAVANNA
Did you see what it did to those
people?

ZACK
Dammit! I told you not to look --
in here, quick.

The couple go though a small door and into an abandoned
building.

SAVANNA
Are we safe here?

Zack desperately tries to light his cigarette.

SAVANNA
I'm talking to you!

ZACK
(quiet panic)
I'm trying to light a cigarette.
Can you not see me?

SAVANNA
And I'm asking a fucking question.
You said you quit smoking.

ZACK
I guess I fucking lied. I'm under a
lot of pressure, you know.

SAVANNA
How long have you been smoking?
What else haven't you told me?

ZACK
(puts a finger on
Savanna's lips)
First the cigarette. Then the crazy
ass questions.

Savanna waits. Zack lights his cigarette, blows out the
smoke, takes another puff and throws the cigarette to the
ground, crushing it with his shoe, then he turns his
attention to Savanna.

SAVANNA
Ready?

ZACK
Yes. First. I don't know what the
fuck it was. Two, I told you not to
look, but you looked anyway. I know
that the disc seemed to be made of
some kind of metal.
And three, it doesn't seem to be
interested in us right now.

(A pause)

SAVANNA
(Looks around)
How long are we going to stay in
this creepy place?

ZACK
Until I think we won't get our
heads chopped off if we peek out
the door.

SAVANNA
(meekly)
You're being a dick again.

ZACK
What?

SAVANNA
You --- told me to tell you when
you were being a dick, so you're
being a dick.

ZACK
That's only for normal situations.
If you haven't been paying
attention for the last few minutes,
this isn't normal.

SAVANNA
You always change the subject.

ZACK
And you're being a bitch!

SAVANNA
You're not being fair.

ZACK
Wow, Savanna. This is great. Our
lives are at stake and you want to
talk about our relationship. Now is
not a good time.

SAVANNA
When is a good time, Zack?

ZACK
Anytime that's not now.

There is a short pause as the two of them look in any
direction - as long as it's not at each other.

SAVANNA
Can't we find a window or
something? Look out and see if . .
.

ZACK
My thoughts exactly. Stay behind me
and don't wander off. And shut up.

The couple walk through the darkened building. Finally they
see a window. Savanna pushes past Zack and looks out the
dirty webbed-covered window -- and screams. She runs away.

ZACK
Wait. I said stay put. Shit!

Zack peers out the window. There are headless bodies
scattered in the streets.

A man drives up in a car, stops, jumps out to examine a body.
Zack yells out the window for him to get back into his car.
Barely hearing Zack, the man looks toward the window just as
a disc slices off his head. Several other discs join the
first. They hover over the victims for a moment then zip off
in different directions.

Zack quickly looks away. He notices Savanna is gone.

Zack walks into the darkened building looking for Savanna. He
finds her sitting down by a concrete pillar. He sits next to
her.

ZACK
I don't know what's going on, but I
think we're safe here for now.
Except that makes us caged meat.

SAVANNA
What do you mean?

ZACK
I mean we're like caged animals
right now. Not free range meat.

SAVANNA
Still don't get it.

ZACK
I think something is keeping us
inside.
When we step outside those guardian
things chop our friggin' heads off.
Get it now?
(pauses for a moment)
Sorry, I was being a dick again.

SAVANNA
You think there is something else
out there that's -- worse.

ZACK
That's what I think.

SAVANNA
Is it an invasion?

ZACK
I'd say aliens, but that sounds so
lame.

SAVANNA
(crying softly)
Not to me. Are we going to die?

ZACK
Not if I can help it, baby.

He wraps an arm around her and pulls her tightly against him.

CUT TO



EXT. TRAILER HOUSE - DAY

Kimberly Thompson is lying on the couch asleep when her
daughter, Madison comes in from outside. She stands over her
mother for a few minutes then nudges her. Madison is holding
a small stuffed dog. Madison is between the ages of 5-7 years
old

MADISON
Mommy, wake up.

KIMBERLY
What's wrong, sweetie? Did I over
sleep?

MADISON
People are outside screaming. But
they stopped now.

KIMBERLY
(Sitting up)
Another fight. I swear we just need
to pack up someday and leave this
hell hole. Don't worry, Mommy will
have a talk with them.

We now realize Kimberly is blind as she moves confidently
through the house. When she reaches the back door she takes
her white collapsible walking stick and goes outside.

The little girl follows slowly behind her but doesn't leave
the doorway.

MADISON
You can't talk to them, mommy.

KIMBERLY
Why is that, sweetie?

MADISON
They don't have any heads anymore.

KIMBERLY
(Stops in her tracks)
What was that, Madison?

MADISON
The saucer cut off their heads.

KIMBERLY
Come here, baby. What is it you're
trying to say?

There is a scream not to far off in the distance. Then
sirens. Then a high pitched whine.

Kimberly is several feet from the door. She stands perfectly
still and tilts her head to listen.

POV from above as several of the backyards are revealed.

The camera pulls back even further to reveal three small
silver discs hovering above her.

MADISON
I see another one, mommy. In the
trees.

DISCs POV - one disc slowly maneuvers around Kimberly as if
studying here. Then - it zooms toward her neck.

Kimberly blocks the disc with her metal cane and knocks it
away. The disc steadies itself -- lets out a shrill
electronic whine. The other discs' zoom in toward Kimberly.

CUT TO

Slo-mo: Kimberly cocks her head to one side.

CUT TO

Close-up of Kimberly's ear.

CUT TO

Slo-mo: Kimberly spins and smacks each disc with her cane,
knocking them away. She makes for the house the best she can
but stumbles over something in the yard. She falls to the
ground -- the little girl screams. One of the discs spins
after Kimberly - she blocks again but the spinning disc
slices into her arm - she screams - makes it to her feet and
stumbles through the door knocking over her daughter. The
stuffed animal falls outside and down the steps. Kimberly
tries to kick the door shut with her foot, but Madison is in
the way. A disc comes right up to the open door -- inches
away from the little girl's face, but doesn't cross the
threshold of the doorway. Madison looks at her favorite
stuffed animal lying by the steps, then looks back at the
hovering disc. Madison scoots backwards and kicks the door
shut with her foot.

One of the discs is right up to the back door window, peering
in. It hovers for a few moments then disappears. The high
pitch whining stops. Mother and daughter hold onto each other
tightly from the floor.

FADE OUT

Credits/Music



END OF WEBISODE ONE



(C) 2009 PROPERTY OF MEAGER FILM PRODUCTIONS
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