Here is the script for Foundation Project, which may be subject to changes by the time the final cut is finished. Unfortunately, as with any media technology, this blog has its limitations and so I cannot show the script to you in its original formatting.
Dead Reckoning - Script
EXT. Night – Football Pitch
THE MOON SHINES on a misty football pitch. It is covered in dark mud and bright green grass poking through. The pitch is well used, with fresh stud marks. Two goals, without nets are at either end, the posts have faded and cracking paint. It is surrounded by a mixture of Northern European tree types covered in Lichen on all sides.
AMY CHAPMAN is young and beautiful, with a look of innocence about her. Her clothes are covered in stains and mud, with rips all over. She crawls out from under the tree line, obviously injured. She is exhausted and breathing heavily, after running a long way. She drags her body using her arms, which are bare and covered in scratches and one of her legs, making her way slowly towards the centre circle of the pitch.
We have our first glance of THE INFECTED. They have skin peeling from their faces, and unnatural eyes. They are dressed in football kits and normal clothes, the attack obviously happened while a football match was being played.
Amy looks around frantically at the trees, searching for The Infected.
AMY
(Sobbing) We had more time... [Pause] Why?
The Infected begin to emerge from under the trees. Amy sees them and a look of blank terror crosses her face.
AMY
(Screams)
They are totally silent, the only sounds are of Amy’s sobs and The Infected’s running feet. They are running like humans, but not as confidently.
Amy collapses to the floor, completely defeated and begins to sob uncontrollably. As the infected close in from all around her she releases one final animal howl and
they engulf her.
FADE TO BLACK
TITLES – The title “Dead Reckoning” fades up onto a black background. Building orchestral music builds in the background.
CUT TO
INT. Day – Office Space
THE OFFICE is small and cramped. There are 4 desks, all very close together, each with a computer and piled high with paper. The office is slowly revealed to us. There are maps of England taped to the walls, certain areas such as London, are circled with red pen.
There are several MILITARY MEN within the office. They are wearing the remnants of military uniforms, but all dress such as tunics and hats are gone, they are just wearing shirts. The top buttons are undone, as are ties, the men are obviously
stressed.
As more of the room is revealed, we see pictures of the infected on the wall, some living, some dead. The phone rings and DANIEL BURGON picks it up. We see his face.
He is rugged, dark and handsome. His hair is short, military style but with his own flair. He is wearing jeans and a jacket, all non-military issue.
DANIEL
Hello?
He listens on the phone, intently, his face shows fear and doubt. He puts the phone down and looks to his men.
DANIEL
(Ominously)
It’s happened. Time to go.
END
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
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