INT. BEDROOM - MORNING
A man, we can't really see him in great detail, puts on some
kind of uniform. INTENSE sequence of shots of the man putting
on his gear. A belt, suspenders, and over coat...
MAN
Another day of saving lives,
another good night's sleep knowing
that I made the world a better
place. It's the best feeling in the
world Janette.
We cut to a woman's face, her sharp eyebrows and dull stare
emphasize her cynical demeanor. This is Janette, wife of our
mystery man. She sparks up a smoke.
JANETTE
You're a mall security guard for
fuck sake.
Finally we see him all dressed up to go to the mall. His name
is Dick Gear, a wannabe detective, often sad, middle aged
man.
DICK
One day you'll understand the
significance of my job you cold
bitch.
Dick exits the room and slams the front door. A few seconds
follow before it opens back up.
DICK (CONT'D)
If I die on duty I just want you to
know that I love you.
Janette takes a drag off her cigarette and flips him off.
DICK (CONT'D)
(smiles)
Okay, have a nice day hunny.
He shuts the door.
CUT TO:
INT. MALL - LATER
The two story mall is busy with an afternoon rush. Dick sits
in a golf cart shifting his eyes around the ever changing
crowd of people for any peculiar behavior.
He looks to a small group of teenagers pointing and laughing
obnoxiously at him. He mocks them awkwardly and skids away in
his golf cart.
INT. MALL - FOOD COURT - CONTINUOUS
Dick continues his pursuit for suspicious persons, but to no
prevail. He hangs his head and then drives out of the scene.
After the tail end of the cart leaves the screen we see a man
in a bloody hockey mask standing in line at a pretzel shop in
the background. There's an eerie CHIME...
A nerdy lanky cashier at the pretzel shop clears his throat
to speak.
PRETZEL BOY
Excuse me sir. Can I get you
something?
The man in the bloody hockey mask gives the pretzel boy a
huge titty twister, double handed, on both nipples.
The menace runs out of the scene in slow motion, a black
flowing cape flaps behind him. The ear piercing SCREAM from
the cashier echoes into the next shot...
CUT TO:
INT. MALL - CLOSING TIME
The mall is dead. All the stores are locked up with huge
shiny security gates. The small hum from the golf cart motor
echoes through the huge empty mall.
Dick finally pulls up to a kiosk where a man is preparing to
go home. He is the head of mall security.
DICK
Sir everything's secure in all
sections sir. I'm gonna make a few
more rounds around the parking lot
just to be super secure, sir.
HEAD OF SECURITY
Why don't you call it a night? You
already checked the parking lot
three times before close.
Dick clenches his fists.
DICK
Okay, just one more round.
HEAD OF SECURITY
Fine, do whatever you want Dick,
but remember,
(pause)
DICK
What.
HEAD OF SECURITY
You have a beautiful wife at home
who loves you.
There's an almost touching pause as the head of security
walks out of the shot.
DICK
-But my wife is a raging whore.
We pull back to see the head of security still waltzing out
of the shot.
DICK (CONT'D)
-Goin' outside now.
EXT. MALL - CONTINUOUS
The golf cart makes it's way around the dark empty parking
lot. Dick moves his flashlight over the concrete and notices
something- It's BLOOD. Little droplets of it make a trail
that soon widens to a thick bloody mess of a trail.
It leads to the tail end of an old car where the same man in
the bloody Hockey mask struggles to get a bulky trash bag
into the trunk.
DICK
Careful there. You'll throw out
your back. Let me help you.
He gets of the golf cart and helps the man load the bag into
the trunk.
MASKED VILLAN
Uh, thanks.
DICK
Hey no problem. What you got in
there anyway?
MASKED VILLAN
Ummmm... Buffalo wings. We're
stocking up.
Dick looks at his bloody fingers and to the thick trail on
the floor.
DICK
So that's what that stuff is, silly
me. And I thought it was blood for
a second there.
The bloody masked man chuckles awkwardly. Dick puts his
bloody fingers to his lips and licks them clean. It's a
sickening sight.
DICK (CONT'D)
Mmmmm. Just like my wives' recipe.
(beat)
Well you have a good night sir.
Drive safely and if you ever have
to lift anything heavy again make
sure you have someone to help you.
MASKED VILLAN
Yea... Sure...
The creepy man gets in the rusty old car and pulls out of the
parking lot with clouds of black smoke billowing from his
busted tail pipe.
Dick lets out a violent yet smiley cough.
CUT TO:
INT. DARK MYSTERIOUS ROOM - LATER
A flickering light bulb goes on and off showing a small damp
room with a shirtless woman strapped to a chair. Her tits sag
down to her stomach.
The masked man walks out of the shadows with a saw in his
hand.
MASKED VILLAN
Yes. Those tits will do just fine.
WOMAN
What? What do you want with my
tits?
MASKED VILLAN
Don't you understand lady? I need
them for my roof.
(pause)
No,
(beat)
you don't understand.
He lifts the saw into the air. CLOSE IN on rusty saw. CLOSE
IN on hanging tits.
MASKED VILLAN (CONT'D)
Now sit still, this will only take
a tit... Or two...
He hacks into her tit spraying blood all over the place. The
woman jumps to her feet with the chair still strapped to her
back.
MASKED VILLAN (CONT'D)
No. Stop. What are you doing to my
precious tits?
She swings the chair and knocks him out cold. Blood still
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