Children of the Goat-King
***Script-writing or whatever it's called really isn't my thing. I started this as short story, but then I just started seeing it as a film, so I am writing it that way (for now at least). Here's just the first few scenes, though I have to story mapped all the way out. Oh, and I know this isn't proper formatting and shit.****
EXT. cul de sac - afternoon light
A pick-up truck towing a landscape trailer stops in front of a split-level house with a crooked tree in the front lawn. CALEB CORDOBA slides out of the truck, glances at the house, checks his work order, and then begins unloading the mower onto the sidewalk.
CALEB VONear as I remember, there wudn't anythin' special about the Blackburn place. Jist another house. Another lawn. Easy enough.
Caleb starts the mower and cuts the front patch of lawn.
CUT TO:
EXT. side gate - bright sunlight
Caleb wipes sweat from his face as he peels of his shirt and tucks it in his back pocket.
He looks over the gate at the back yard. A row of hedges by the fence, a tree in the center, a bed of flowers by the patio. Nothing fancy.
He lifts the latch on the side gate and the mower stalls behind him.
CALEB
(Muttering)
Piece of shit.
He pushes open the gate and turns back to the mower. He takes one step and grimaces in pain, clutching at his butt.
CALEB
Oww, shit!
His hand falls upon something hard as he grabs his butt.
CALEB
The fuck?
He turns to see a black goat behind him. He pauses at the side gate as the mower stalls.
CALEB
Holy sh...
The goat buds forward and knocks him in crotch with his horn.
Caleb stoops forward, clutches his groin, and groans the goat back away. Caleb reaches out and flings the gate shut. He sinks his knees, cups his junk with one hand, and reaches for his cell phone with the other. He dials.
TURNER OS
What's up, Cal? You about done over there?
CALEB
(In pain)
No... I... Fuckin' no, man.
TURNER OS
Jesus, you sick or something?
CALEB
What! No. Just got my nuts knocked in by a fucking goat.
TURNER OS
(Laughing)
What? A goat? You mean an actual fucking goat?
CALEB
Yes, a goat. It's not funny.
TURNER OS
(Trying to contain his laughter)
Shit, man. I'm sorry. That's not funny at all.
CALEB
He bit me too.
TURNER OS
Shit! You mean he bit your nuts?
CALEB
No, my ass.
TURNER OS
Are you bleeding?
Caleb takes his hand off his groin and reaches back to check his butt. He pulls his hand back with blood on his fingers.
CALEB
Yeah, a little.
TURNER OS
(Serious)
Alright, well head on over to the ER to have it checked out.
CALEB
Damn it, Turner! I can't go to the emergency room.
TURNER OS
What? Do you need uh...
CALEB
(Cuts him off)
If I go in there with a worker's comp claim, they're gonna piss test me.
TURNER OS
Shit, well... alright.
CALEB
Look, it's just a scratch. But you gotta tell these assholes to do something about their goat.
TURNER OS
Alright. I'll call them.
CALEB
Okay, I'm out.
Caleb hangs up. He hobbles back to his truck, open the passenger door, and grabs a first-aide kit from under the seat.
Caleb leans into the cab and starts treating his wound. He opens an alcohol swab presses against his butt, gasps, and then passes out.
FADE TO BLACK
IN DARKNESS:
A truck engine accelerates. Gears shift. Shocks squeak.
JAMOZEK VO
(Whispering)
Caleb.
FADE IN:
INT. TRUCK CAB - AFTERNOON
Caleb's head is slumped over as if asleep, but his hands remain active steering the truck. His feet work the accelerator and the clutch. He shifts gears.
The truck speeds into a parking lot and skids to a halt in front of a drug store.
JAMOZEK VO
Caleb! Take care of this.
CALEB
(Groggily in his sleep)
Don't worry. I will take care of us.
Caleb wakes slowly. He glances around appears disoriented. He glances through the windshield at the truck store. He squints, blinks, shakes his head.
CALEB'S POV: the door of the drugstore warps and bends psychedelically as TRENT IMMACULATA steps outside takes a view steps, stops, and squints through the window at Caleb. A gaseous cloud of three red lines hovers above his head.
JAMOZEK VO
He's marked, Caleb. All the chosen ones are marked.
END POV
CALEB
Marked? For what?
JAMOZEK VO
Reaping, my child. Harvest him.
CALEB
Harvest?
TRENT
(Gawking through the window)
Cal? Is that you?
CALEB
(Waving him away)
Go away, Trent. Now's not a good time.
JAMOZEK VO
Reap him, Caleb.
CALEB
No, it's Trent. I'm not gonna do anything to...
Trent's body jerks up into the air, as if held by an invisible hand. His arms and legs flail.
TRENT
What the...
CALEB
Fuck no!
He draws the sign of the cross on himself.
JAMOZEK VO
Reap him!
CALEB
Our father who...
Trent's head snaps violently to one side. His neck cracks and he drops lifelessly to the ground.
CALEB
Oh my God! Trent!
Caleb throws his door open and crouches down to Trent's body.
JAMOZEK
Pick him up, Caleb.
He looks up and sees a black goat standing next to him.
CALEB
You sick shit! You killed Trent!
JAMOZEK
(Lauging)
Oh, Caleb. You're so dramatic.
CALEB
He's dead, you fucking asshole!
JAMOZEK
(Laughing)
Alright, Mr. Shatner. Don't you think you're going over the top?
CALEB
(Screams)
Aaaah!
JAMOZEK
(Mocking)
Aaaah!
(Cackles)
Get this piece of meat in your truck and resurrect him.
CALEB
Resurrect? The fuck?
JAMOZEK
(Annoyed)
Just get him in the truck.
Caleb scoops Trent's body up, drags him to the truck, opens the door and throws him on the seat.
CALEB
Okay?
(looks at the goat)
Now what?
JAMOZEK
Resurrect him.
CALEB
Resurrect? The fuck how?
The goat disappears into thin air. Caleb looks around like "what the fuck?"
JAMOZEK VO
Clearly, I'm gonna have to do this one myself.
Caleb gags. His body trembles and shakes. His head snaps back. Then his head drops like he's asleep, but his body still stands. He rolls Trent's body over and jerks his pants down. He drops his own pants and climbs on top of him.
JAMOZEK VO
Let me show you the smoldering rod.
In a stupor, Caleb pounces up and down on Trent's body.
JAMOZEK VO
My venom went into you when I bit you. And NOW... you're gonna use it to bring him back.
FADE TO BLACK
IN DARKNESS:
A truck engine accelerates. Gears shift. Shocks squeak.
TRENT OS
(Softly)
Caleb.
fade in:
INT. TRUCK CAB - evening light
Trent wakes on the floorboard. He looks around notices Caleb. Caleb appears asleep behind the wheel, but his arms and feet are active. Trent looks down and notices he's not wearing pants.
TRENT
(Panicked)
Caleb!
Caleb jumps as he wakes up.
CALEB
Shit!
He panics, slams on the brakes, and wrestles the steering wheel as the truck slides off the road.
TRENT
(Angry)
What. the. fuck?
Caleb lets out a sigh of relief. He laughs and smiles as he looks at Trent.
CALEB
Thank God... you're alive.
TRENT
Where the fuck are my pants, Cal?
CALEB
I...don't know.
TRENT
And my...
(He reaches a hand to his butt)
You didn't.
CALEB
(Confused)
What? No! No, no, no. I...resurrected you.
Trent sees his pants and shoes. He snatches them, reaches for the door handle, and rolls out of the truck.
TRENT
(Angrily)
Fuck!!!
CALEB
Wait!
(Shouting)
Trent!
Trent slips into his jeans and shoes. He runs into the woods.
Caleb throws open his door and slides down from the truck.
JAMOZEK VO
Leave him be, Caleb.
CALEB
Trent! Get back here!
JAMOZEK VO
Let him go. We've got work to do.
CALEB
(Yelling after Trent)
I can explain.
JAMOZEK VO
Let's go, Ca. We'll come back for him.
Caleb climbs back into the truck, slips it into gear, and drives away.
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