Yeah – I’ve been quiet again, but this time it was a good kind of quiet – busy writing.
I’ve been involved with the NaNoMoWri event working on my novel and I have also been contibuting the NYC Midmight screenplay competion.
Below you can see my submission “The Departure Lounge” – let me know what you think!
INT. HOTEL ROOM. BLINDS NOT DRAWN. VIEW FROM WINDOW SHOWS NIGHT-TIME CITYSCAPE OF LOS ANGELES.
Luggage and clothes are strewn across the floor and ARTY is lying on the bed fully clothed in a suit, (but shoeless), face down and awake staring at the clock radio on the bedside table. The digital clock face flips from 02.59 to 03.00.
He groans and gets up. He pauses for a moment on the edge of the bed head hanging down and takes a deep mournful breath. An determined expression resolves across his face. Hands on knees he gets up with a grunt and walks across the room to the minibar As he opens the minibar door
*Laughter* (Out of shot)
Arty looks up with a start and turns towards the door. The drumming footsteps of a child can be heard in the hotel corridor.
With a curious look on his face ARTY walks towards the hotel room door and opens it.
INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR.
The corridor is empty.
He looks back and forth, sees no-one and moves to close the door.
*Laughter* Hurry it’s time(Distant O.S)
Arty turns sharply and sees a shadow move across the wall at the end of the corridor. He steps into the corridor to try and get a better view and his room door suddenly shuts behind him.
He panics and pushes against the door but its firmly closed. He pats his pockets in his trousers and suit. His face falls and his shoulders slumps as he realises he has nothing in his pockets at all. Dejectedly he turns and heads down the corridor.
A SIGN ON THE WALL POINTS IN THE DIRECTION HE’S WALKING. IT READS “37TH FLOOR – LIFT TO THE LOBBY”
As he turns the corridor he sees two children in nightdresses standing by the lift with a huge yellow box kite. The nightdresses are archaic, Victorian lace. They are identical girls approximately seven or eight years old. The box kite is taller than they are. One girl is holding the kite and the other is weighed down with a huge coil of string that she has draped over her shoulder like a bandolier. Both Twins have are pretty with large loosely curled hair-dos. One down, one up in a bun revealing her pointed ELVISH ears. As ARTY approaches she quickly looses her hair ties allowing her hair to fall and cover her ears.
The down button on the lift has been pressed.
Arty and THE TWINS stand looking at each other. Awkwardly Arty puts his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth on his heels and toes as they stand staring at each other.
Nice night to fly a kite.
TWIN with kite
When else would you try?
(Hesitantly) During the day (tails off…)
TWIN with coil
It’s not open then.
TWIN with kite(to Twin with Coil)
Arty looks confused. After a moments thought his brow furrows in concern.
It’s three in the morning. Do your parents know where you are?
TWINS (in chorus)
Yes, that’s the problem
The Twins look at each other, grin mischievously and walk into the elevator. After a moments pause Arty walks in after them.
INT: ELEVATOR. ARTY PUSHES THE BUTTON FOR THE LOBBY STANDS IN THE BACK CORNER AND ZONES OUT. THE TWINS LOOK AT EACH OTHER PRESS THE BUTTON FOR THE BASEMENT AND STAND IN FRONT OF THE BUTTONS SHIELDING THEM FROM ARTY’S VIEW
INT. HOTEL LOBBY
The hotel lobby is empty save for one bored young EMPLOYEE at the desk reading a textbook. Arty steps out and starts walking without looking behind him.
You know I think it would be best if we call your parents
Arty looks behind himself and realises the doors are closing and the Twins are still inside. He looks up and sees the lift indicates they have gone to the basement. He runs back and hits the lift call button. He shouts back to the Employee
(Looks up, Shouts back)Sir?
(Shouts)My names Arty English. Im in room 3712. Can you call the parents of the Twin girls on 37 and tell them they’re in the basement
Arty runs into the lift and the doors close. The Employee hurriedly taps on his console trying to locate the Twins. He pauses, frowns and looks up.
There aren’t any children on the 37th floor?
INT. BASEMENT CAR PARK
The lift doors open to an amazing sight.
The basement is full of Elves of all ages and sizes. The basement is full. The TWINS are standing on top of a truck hood holding onto the coiled string they were holding earlier. It coils beneath them om the floor and reaches up above them. The kite is nowhere to be seen
Arty looks up and sees the that the roof of the basement above the twins is a shimmering mirrored pool on the ceiling and the rope leads up into it.
(Shouts)OH MY GOD
All the elves look around in shock. The twins scream out in chorus
The elves swarm towards the Twins and the truck. Most perform amazing leaps straight into the pool in the ceiling. Some climb the rope while the Twins hold onto the bottom. Arty watches dumb struck in amazement. After only a minute or so dozens of Elves have disappeared into the pool on the ceiling. The Twins look at Arty, grin and then yank hard on the rope twice. They both hold on and wrap their legs as if to climb and the rope lifts them into the pool. The long rope which is coiled on the floor is quickly being pulled upwards.
Awestruck Arty walks to the truck and looks up into the pool. The pool is clear and the view is as if looking upwards to the surface from the bottom of a swimming pool.
Arty doesnt notice he’s standing in the coiled rope. With a sudden violent rush the rest of the rope is drawn up snagging Arty’s legs pulling his feet out from under him and dragging him screaming and upside down into the ceiling-pool.