A Door in an Alleyway

EXT. ALLEYWAY – NIGHT

A MAN dressed in a long trench coat looks over his shoulder before entering a dirty, dimly lit, alleyway. Rain is pouring, all the colour of the world seems to have drained away with the rain. Very noir.

The man quickly rushes to the end of the alleyway. Leaning haphazardly against the wall of the alleyway is a large, discarded, metal door. The man looks around the rest of the alleyway, confused, then back at the door. He grabs it, pulls it forward, and looks behind it. Yep, nothing there, not attached.

The man leans the door back against the wall then notices an emblem imprinted into the top right hand corner of the door. Its a circular design of three foxes chasing each other. He recognizes it.

The man raises his hand to the door and knocks very specifically. Short, pause, long, short, pause, long, pause, short, pause, short, long, short.

A section of the door slides open and two eyes squint out of it. They disappear to be replaced by a mouth.

DOOR MAN
Hey there guy. What can I do for you?

MAN
I want to come in!

DOOR MAN
Sure, sure, and I would love to let you in, truly, but first I just need to know your intent.

MAN
Know my intent! How about get out of the rain!

DOOR MAN
Heh, I hear that brother, it does look like a gloomy one out there. Where are you? Melbourne? But I’m afraid that’s not an acceptable answer, we need something a little more concrete than that.

MAN
Hey! I’m getting soaked out here. I had to take public transport to get to this fucking place-

DOOR MAN
Sir.

MAN
-and then still walk about six blocks since you people insist on me not giving the address to a taxi driver-

DOOR MAN
Sir.

MAN
-as though he’d give a shit! I knocked your damn knock, and now you want me to recite some crap? Just let me in!

DOOR MAN
Sir. Sir. I understand you’re angry, but this is an organization, yeah? I’m just doing my job, okay Sir? Now I do not appreciate that tone, or some of the more…colourful…language you chose to use. Please try to remember that you’ve come to us. You need to use our services.

Beat.

MAN
You- you’re right. I apologise. I’m, I’m just having a bad day, it’s part of the reason I need to see you guys.

DOOR MAN
I understand and you’re forgiven, just no more potty mouth okay? We’re a mystical guild, not a…rap concert.

MAN
Sure.
DOOR MAN
Great. Now. Would you like a sugar snap?

Through the small hole in the doorway the doorman offers a small plate of biscuits.

DOOR MAN (CONT’D)
I baked them myself.

MAN
Oh, thanks.

The man takes one.

DOOR MAN
You’re welcome. Now, how about we try again. Hello Sir, lovely to meet you, would you mind telling me your intent?

MAN
I wish to hire the trio of foxes to kill a past version of myself.

The door slowly opens. The man pulls his coat up then steps in.

The door starts to slowly close.

MAN (O.S.) (CONT’D)
You know, you’re not what I expected of an assassin’s guild.

DOOR MAN (O.S.)
We get that a lot.

The door shuts with a heavy thud.

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Introducing the Faery Folk

INT. ELPHAME HOTEL LOBBY – DAY

The camera focuses on a comfortable, red sofa. Enter a stout, hairy man, mid 40’s, clothes and hair dishevealed. He rocks the camera as he walks past it, then settles his large bulk into the sofa, moving around in order to get comfortable and remove his well worn coat jacket from underneath himself. He settles with a sigh and looks into the camera.

INSERT TITLE: REYHOUND HAYES – BANDERSNATCH

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
Mr. Hayes, thanks for joining us.

REYHOUND
(Cockney accent)
Oh that’s no problem, and call me Reyhound.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
Reyhound, great, well thanks again.

REYHOUND
Yeah. So how does this work? You want to see what I do everyday? Just follow me around?

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
That’s right, you and a few others. Should we get started?

REYHOUND
Sure, ehh, what…what should I say first?

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
How about you start with a little about yourself.

REYHOUND
Alright, well I’m Reyhound Hayes, you already know that, I’m ohh… (he looks up and starts to calculate on his fingers) …about seven hundred and sixty three years old, oh, and I’m a bandersnatch.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
You’re certainly looking good for your age.

REYHOUND
Well that’s the cloak spell innit. Hides me, you know, so as not to scare anyone. Not that I think I’m scary mind, but the short-lived, they’re not used to the horns or a bit of fur.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
Short-lived?

REYHOUND
Yeah, mundies…muggles…humans! Anyone not faery folk. Surely you know what we call them.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
Yeah, but it’s for the camera, just in case any of the audience don’t know the vernacular.

REYHOUND
Oh right, yeah. Well like I was saying the short-lived don’t like me normal look. I think it’s the eyes that really get them…or maybe it’s the teeth. They’re usually too busy screaming if they ever see me to say exactly what it is.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
May we see your eyes?

REYHOUND
Oh yeah, if you want.

Reyhound’s eyes flash and for a moment they resemble a goats eyes.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
Very impressive. So does it annoy you to have to hide your appearance?

REYHOUND
I don’t know that it annoys me so much, it’s more…distancing.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
How so?

REYHOUND
Well nobody ever’s sees the real you do they? They see this…face and this body, but this isn’t me. I might as well be wearing a big mask on my head. Imagine trying to get to know people when you’ve got a paper bag on your head all the time.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
And you would like that? If people, humans, got to meet the real you?

REYHOUND
Yeah, yeah I’d like that. I think we’d all like to stop hiding. I mean isn’t that what this show’s for? To introduce us to the short-lived?

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
We hope so. Is that the reason why you agreed to do this?

REYHOUND
Yeah.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
You want them to know you exist?

A wave of melancholy passes over Reyhound’s face as he looks down.

Beat.

REYHOUND
You got any idea what’s it’s like to have no one believe in you?

Plastic Green Spade

After a brief hiatus, caused mostly by laziness, the scene-a-days are back. I had hoped to back write to fill all the missing days up with words, but as the missing days grew, that job grew, and now I think I’ll start from here, January twelfth, it’s a good a day as any. The scenes will continue daily from here on out (as the name suggests) and if I do find the strength of will may even end up back writing those lost days, otherwise they will just continue to be lost. In the meantime, enjoy!
   –    Damian

EXT. BEACH – DAY

The sun shines down on the cool blue waves and the hot grainy sand of a warm beach absolutely packed with people. In fact it’s hard to even see sand due to the high number of people, towels, umbrellas, etc, littering the beach. The only visible sand is that just near the edge of the water. We pan along that stretch of sand until we come across a small boy, 12, digging a hole in the sand with a small, green, plastic spade.

The hole’s not big, big enough to fit him in it in order to continue to dig further down, but that’s about it.

The scene fast forwards.

Moving quickly we see people come and go, into the water and out of the water, moving all about, throwing balls, catching waves. Through it all the boy digs and his hole gets bigger.

Still in fast forward the sun begins to set, the tide goes out, and the beach slowly empties.

The fast forward slows down and stops as we pan in on the boy, still determinately digging down further into his now giant hole. The sides have spread out but it’s the depth that’s impressive. You can’t help but wonder two things; 1) Where are his parents? And 2) Is he even able to get out of that hole?

A man, 32, athletic, walks over to the hole and kneels down at it’s edge to ask the boy just that. His shadow stretches down into the hole and over the boy.

MAN
I don’t mean to interrupt the fine work, but are you alright in there?

The boy barely turns his head before continuing to dig.

BOY
Yes.

MAN
Are you sure? I mean it’s a nice hole but I think you’ve done too good a job. You won’t be able to get out of there.

The boy’s digging flicks sand past the man.

BOY
I don’t need to get out.

MAN
Sure you do. It’s getting late, and I’m sure your parents must be waiting for you somewhere.

BOY
My parents are waiting for me in heaven. They have been for five years, I don’t think they’ll want to see me just yet.

MAN
Oh.
(beat)
Well surely there’s someone who’s worried about you?

BOY
No.

MAN
Sure there is. Where do yo live?

BOY
At the orphanage, but nobody there worries about me. Do you mind moving, you’re blocking my light a bit.

MAN
Oh, sorry.

The man scoots across to the side letting the fading sunlight into the hole.

BOY
Thank you.

MAN
Look, why don’t I call someone for you, either the orphanage or the police. I’m sure you must be hungry by now right? Or maybe you want a shower?

BOY
No, I just need to keep digging.

MAN
What if I-

BOY
Mister I know you mean well but I’ve been working hard all day and, if my calculations are correct, I’m getting close to where I need to be so would you mind leaving me alone now?

Beat. The man thinks, the boy continues to dig.

MAN
What if I helped you instead, then when we’re done I could take you home. I have a shovel in my car.

The boy sighs but nods his head. The man runs off then shortly returns holding a shovel. He lowers himself into the giant hole and walks over to the boy.

MAN (CONT’D)
Alright, where should I dig?

BOY
Just here, we only have about half a meter or so to go. It shouldn’t take long.

Together they dig down.

After a few moments.

MAN
So what are we digging f-

The man’s word’s are cut off as his shovel stabs into the sand, water flowing up around it as it does. The water floods in and quickly rises around them.

BOY
I think we did it!

The water begins to whirlpool around them.

MAN
Did what? What’s happening?

The whirlpool grows stronger.

BOY
I actually found it! Me!

The whirlpool swirls ferociously around them. The man battles to fight the flow of it.

MAN

(panicky)
FOUND WHAT?

The water over powers them both and swirls them towards a hole in the bottom of the hole. The boy cries out in glee.

BOY
ATLANTIS!

Both man and boy are sucked into the hole in the hole, the water flowing in behind them. The water drains away, and sand fills over the hole in the hole. Leaving no trace of man or boy behind.

The tide comes in and slowly starts to erode the boys work. By morning there will be no trace that a hole was ever dug there.