(from the film Splinter In My Eye At Dawn, written and directed
by Morvus Thenu)
INT. HOTEL ROOM.
MORVUS THENU is addressing a crowd of a dozen people, dressed for a fancy cocktail party. MORVUS is still in black jeans, tee-shirt, army vest and long leather coat. He is waving a gun around and screaming at a round, pink face. That is PINKBOY.
MORVUS
Just shut the fuck up!
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Hand holding the gun coming down hard on PINKBOY's face. PINKBOY goes down, when MORVUS' hand comes back up, it is covered with blood
MORVUS addresses the crowd, waving pistol
MORVUS
Alright all of you listen up, because at this late stage in the game I've got a few things to say, and if I can't say them, I'm just going to KILL EVERYBODY IN THIS ROOM!
Ah, I see I've got your attention, good. First of all, I've observed that a lot of people have gotten hurt since the beginning of this movie, a lot of people have been killed. Some of those people are still alive, outside of this room, wishing that they'd only die but they can't. I can't help those people, you can't help those people, they can't even help themselves. They've been fucked from the beginning, and they never had a chance. They grew up pink, lived pink, loved pink, and now they're screaming because they can't DIE pink.
hideous scream from outside
MORVUS
Shut the fuck up I said!
shoots door, room goes silent. There is a gurgle and thump from outside, followed by a faint scratching noise
MORVUS
Nobody open the door! Nobody leaves the room!
(to door)
Why won't you just fucking DIE!?!
shoots door several more times, lower down. Scratching stops
HOSTAGE NUMBER ONE
Um, sir, I think we need all the structural integrety we can get here. I think you're weakening the door.
MORVUS
Integrety? You're going to talk to me about integrety? I spend half my life unwinding a ball of string knotted and weaving through an endless catacomb of nightmares trying to find out some fucking horrible truth that half the fucking world would like to carve out of my fucking brain with a fucking white-hot RAZOR, all because some fucking loser of a god FUCKED UP long before I was born and let this filth and scum suck the minds and precious fluids from that once proud race that resembled human beings? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME? I get beaten, slashed, puked on and dropped off a seven story building because some face-fucking alien race doesn't LIKE the way we're EVOLVING, --Why? Because I don't seem to have any choice but to get my testicles chopped off and boiled into genetic SOUP and then stuck back into my eyes, forced to SEE what they WANT me to see? You want to talk to me about integrety?
smashing noise at door
MORVUS
WHY
(shoots)
WON'T
(shoots)
YOU
(shoots)
DIE???
Goddamn fucking pink monster bastards.
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LOW ANGLEMORVUS ejecting the clip from his gun, one handed, and reloading
MORVUS
Look, I don't really care that much about any of you, but I'm getting out of this shithole, if I have to bring a fucking spaceship full of MY aliens down here to vaporize this whole goddamn planet! And like it or not, all of you are my ticket out of here. They want only one thing more than to KILL me, and that's to GET you. All of you. You're pink, but not so pink that you're alraedy gone. They need you, need you to be like them. That's how they get their power, they feed off of the power of that little piece of whatever it is inside you that keeps you from turning into one of them. They trap it, hold it down, and suck on it, rub their reeking rancid genetalia all over it, making it squirm with the fear of life itself violated for a pleasure so vile it's lasted forver and is unkillable. That's what it's all about. Like them, like you, that little life-force spark of everything decent and good about this world is shoved into a little black box and kept alive, for the sole reason to suffer till the end of eternity, and through that suffering give it's tormentors everlasting life. That's a pretty fucked up scenario. Don't blame me. I'm just doing my job here, the only job I know how to do. You!
(points to the back of the room)
What the fuck are you hiding for? Lemme see your eyes!
HOSTAGE NUMBER TWO
Look out! They're pink!
MORVUS
(as four separate words)Son...of...a...bitch. Get away from it!
His hand goes up and empties a whole clip into the face of the monster. Hostages scatter left and right. The creature crashes against the back wall, oozing red blood and a white, milky substance, which mix together on the floor in widening pools.
You two, get away from that window!
MORVUS draws another automatic from the waistband of his belt and fires a row of shots across the top of the outside window. The sheet shatters in the infinite cracks of safety glass, and peels back from the rift outwards, falling.
Now quick, before he wakes up again, get him over here.
MORVUS crosses the room to the window, reloading, keeping one gun on the pink at all times. Two HOSTAGES grab the corpse by the arms, and drag it towards the window. MORVUS swings around, clearing the way for the bearers, now with both guns pointed at the body. He's sweating and edgy.
Get him up there! Quick! Move!
The creature's eyes move, fixing on MORVUS.
SHIT! Look out! Get him outta here!
He starts shooting into the corpse.
PINK CREATURE
Arrrrgggghhhkkkk! Fresh SOULS!
with one motion the two HOSTAGES holding the creature are thrown across the room at MORVUS. A table is swept up in the flight path of one, which MORVUS is forced to crouch and deflect, knocking the automatic from his hand. MORVUS has dropped to one knee.
PINK CREATURE
Give up your soul to me, yeti man, you cannot win this war. I am older than time itself. Through this miserable corpse I can see your every action! And you--
gestures to room
I'll have all of you as part of me, part of my hive.
MORVUS stands up, pulling shotgun from inside his leather coat
MORVUS
Not today, fuckface.
Morvus fires into the creature's chest at point blank range. The blast hurtles it backwards, through the gaping window. It grasps futilly at the air and plummets downward
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EXT. HOTEL- NIGHT
Looking from the street upwards at the building, the figure of the undead corpse is seen falling. Flames leap just into and out of sight in the foreground. Strange lights flash in the air.
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INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHTMORVUS crosses the room, looking downward to see the creature, impaled on a street sign, flail its arms weakly and futilly for a moment, and then stop moving. Looking past the terrible scene, we see a torch-bearing mob advancing up the avenue, towards another mob coming from the other direction. The two mobs spot each other and rush forward into a wild melee.
MORVUS
This is bad, real bad.
He looks upwards at the sky. Smoke billows from the distence, and flashing lights fill and flit around in the sky. Occational bright blue bolts of energy can be seen, as rival spaceships shoot at each other.
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INT. JET FIGHTER COCKPITBright blue flashes can be seen all over the sky through the front windscreen. Objects litter the heads-up-display.
PILOT
I have multiple targets, I repeat multiple targets. This one's for you, grey-skinned freak.
He locks on a target in the HUD, there is a beeping noise and he fires a missile. The missile can be seen shooting ahead of the jet. Almost immediately, there is a bright blue flash nearby. Very nearby.
PILOT
Wha? Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
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INT. HOTEL ROOMMORVUS looks out at the carnage that once was his city. Glancing up at the sky, a floating light shoots a blue bolt outwards, which lights up another object when it hits it, setting it on fire. The second object starts to drop from the sky. Almost immediately the first floating light is engulfed in flames as well, and haltingly starts to plummet.
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EXT. JET FIGHTER ON FIREScreaming from foreground to back, down towards the lights of the city. A large hotel rises prominantly above the buildings that surround it. The jet is going to crash right near it.
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INT. HOTEL ROOMLooking over MORVUS' shoulder, the jet fighter crashes into the building across the street, completely destroying it. Glass and fire fly everywhere.
MORVUS
No, this is not good at all.