Behind the Sun © 2015
3rd Horror Script.
Genre: Serial Killer
Based on true events.
Behind the Sun © Pablo C. Vergara
Based on: Pablo C. Vergara’s Story
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Contact: +52 81 81044024
INT. HOUSE - NIGHT CREDITS.
Subtitles: This story is based on True Events.
INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY
The year is 1969.
We see a MAN1 and PROSTITUTE 1 laying in bed, there is some music on and there are cups and bottles laying around, they’ve been partying. The woman is an white girl‘ of around 21 years old, she’s practicing fellatio on the man, he’s heavily tattooed and with a full beard, he takes a long drag of his cigarette while she continues with her duties. The woman suddenly stops.
You like that daddy?
Man1 doesn't make a sound or show any expression in his face.
Oh you ain't seen my special move yet.
He pulls her head back down and she continues with her duties, the man is now snorting some Speedballs and he starts having an psychotic episode and visions.
We see violent flashbacks of violence and murder, women screaming with their faces covered in blood, men with half their faces bashed in, severed fingers and ears, empty dead and blurry eyes and death grips on corpses’ hands partially buried in dirt, then we see the man’s face back in the present time and he’s now pushing the prostitute’s head down as she is chocking with his penis, she gags and tries to fights her way to survive but he reacts more violently and manages to pin her down, the prostitute struggles and as she kicks and contorts she knocks the lamp and some bottles down, she moans in despair and then finally stops moving, he finishes and cums right at that moment, he screams in pleasure and then smiles.
MAN (with a bitter tone)
Oh yeah... I love to fuck her...
I love to fuck Death... Make her my bitch...
Suddenly Prostitute 2 opens the bathroom door and sees the dead woman there, she starts to freak out.
What is all that noise? What --
What the hell are you doing?!
-- What?... Is she... Is she dead?!
The man grins at her in an evil way and grabs a knife that is under his pillow, he kicks the dead body down and launches at her, she starts running towards the door then as she is close to it the knife slams right in front of her face and she stops and screams.
He stands there some feet away and starts laughing. He’s enjoying this. The prostitute tries to open the door but the knob is lose. She starts freaking out.
Oh, you’re trying to look for some salvation...
What the hell do you want from me?!...
He stands there with an evil grin. She then looks back at the knife and pulls it out and shows it to him.
You fucking pig! I’ll fucking stab you!
I swear to god, I'll fucking do it!!!
He laughs out loud and taunts her, she shakes and puts the knife up again, she’s crying and her mascara is running.
Stay away!! I swear! I’ll do it!
The man puts his hands up in a sarcastic way.
(toying with her)
OK... You got me!
What do you want?!... Please stop.
Just let me go.
(with a creepy voice)
The prostitute starts moving to the window and as she does he follows her with his head as he still holds his arms up.
Look... I will put the knife away
but you just promise to me that --
Suddenly prostitute1 starts moving and inhales a big chunk of air and starts to freak out, she grabs prostitute2 by the leg and starts screaming.
(having a blast)
Ohh! Look who’s back! Hahaha!
(crying towards prostitute2)
H - Help me!
Prostitute 2 just runs out of the window, the man just watches her go and walks slowly to the fallen prostitute. He kneels down next to her.
(with a psychotic stare)
You fucking bitch!
You just ruined my fun!
He grabs her by the head and snaps her neck, he looks through the window and sees the woman running naked 100 yards away and into the freeway, he grabs a rifle he has hidden behind the curtains and points through the window at the running target, he points longer and then squeezes the trigger and watches her fall.
It’s just... So easy.
EXT. MOTEL PARKING LOT - NIGHT
The man comes out of the motel room and stands there for a minute, he is wearing only his boxers and he lights up a cigarette and looks around to see if anybody has spotted him, there’s only 2 other cars and a big truck in the parking lot and the only light on is on the far end room on the other side of the complex, it suddenly goes off. He grins and starts walking with his rifle over his shoulder.
EXT. ROADSIDE - NIGHT
He arrives to see the dead body and he sees her skull split open with all the brains splattered in the gravel. He stays there for a minute contemplating the spectacle and his eyes change into something almost romantic.
MAN (to himself)
Now... Isn’t that just... So pretty.
He grabs her body is now carrying her over his shoulder and back into the motel room, as he does he’s whistling and talking to the corpse.
Sugar cups, you thought I would let
that sweet ass go so soon?
Fun’s just about to begin for us.
He enters his motel room and closes the door, then the curtains close.
INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
He lays the body on the bed and contemplates the scene, he looks proud and smiles, then he opens up a beer can and takes a sip, walks to the radio and turns it off, he looks at the naked corpses and salivates.
Oh no, I’m not through with you
He turns the TV on and switches the channels until he reaches one episode about Hollywood Stars. We see a montage of ELLIOT FLOYD’S life through pictures from magazines that’s being aired on TV on a special documentary by Hollywood’s 1960’s top Entertainment Show.
The rise and fall of Elliot Floyd,
a life drama story of yet another successful
Hollywood Director who’s early
rise to fame caused him to crash and burn.
We see images of paparazzi’s following Elliot in the Sunset Street at night, he’s running from them with two prostitutes following him, they all look intoxicated by drugs and alcohol.
Was the fame and success too much
for this young celebrity?
Did his reach exceeded his grasp?
We see video of him at a cigar club house, he’s drunk and arguing with some waitress, he slaps her as she falls down and dumps all the champagne glasses over some high society people sitting nearby, they all get annoyed and an old man rises from his couch angrily screaming at Elliot.
Did he burned the candle by both
We see magazine pictures of Elliot who has crashed his Ferrari at a street pole, he’s screaming and bleeding on his face.
A life of excesses, a nasty divorce,
law suits, bad movies and bad business deals
caused this Star his downfall.
But things were not always that way...
1976 saw many changes in Hollywood cinema,
Not only did the local prankster
Danny Fine Good caused L.A locals
to lose their minds by vandalizing the
famous Hollywood sign into ’Holly Weed’,
but the film industry saw many
up and coming bright talents
rise amongst their lines.
Robert DeNiro’s Taxi Driver, Stallone’s Rocky,
Clint Eastwood’s The Outlaw Josey Whales
and Richard Donner’s The Omen
took the world into a spin, the revolution
of the new home video video cassette recorders
changed the way people watched Television
and started a race between many corporations,
creating with this a race of the evolution of all media.
Just one year shy from Star Wars and a year after Jaws,
this was cinema’s prime era, it was during this time
when Elliot Floyd took Hollywood
for a spin at just the young age of 21...
Graduated from UCLA he applied to a screenwriting contest
and won the first prize with his debut thriller film
’Those Who Rule The Night’, he was instantly
signed to MGM and became one of the
most prestigious director in their ranks,
his career skyrocketed in matter of months.
Soon he was Hollywood’s golden boy
and his movies grossed over 1 billion dollars
worldwide during the next few years.
Titles such as ’A Somber Note’, ’Rest My Ashes in Hell’
and ’Bury Me In Smoke’ instantly became cult classics.
Just when the world thought his career was blossoming,
bad decisions and bad business deals caused him
to fall from grace. Now a recluse and hermit in his
multimillion Hollywood Hills mansion,
he has chosen a life of secrecy and isolation.
We see paparazzi pictures of him standing at the balcony at night wearing only his trousers with an open robe and talking on the phone, he looks out of shape with a big beer belly and unshaven.
Tax evasion and --
A bottle of Jack Daniels smashes the big television set and breaks it, sparkles jump around everywhere as smoke comes out of it.
INT. TV ROOM-ELLIOT’S HOUSE - NIGHT
Argg! Fuck this!
DOLLY SHOT - WE MOVE IN CLOSER TO ELLIOT WHO’S SITTING A HIS MIDDLE EASTERN INDIAN COUCH.
The room is in partial darkness and the cigarette smoke create a somber atmosphere, we can see it’s wallpapered walls with framed posters of all of Elliot’s biggest films, we can see a table with several trophies and movie awards, there are some candles on and incense, Elliot looks like he’s 26 years old now, he is wearing white work out pants and a sleeveless shirt and has a short and well trimmed mustache. He grabs his forehead, he has a headache, then he lights up a cigarette and starts thinking. Suddenly steps can be heard and the door behind him is opened. It’s his girlfriend Anita Stone, she is on her early 20s, she’s short and slim and wearing a ponytail on her long blond hair.
Eli? What is the matter? Are you O--
She looks at the broken TV set that’s still smoking.
Oh no Elliot! Not again! How many times do y --
Are you drunk again?!
The phone then starts ringing. Anita runs to get it.
No! Don’t --
(answering the phone)
Hello?... Oh hi CRAIG!
How have you been?...
Craig Weiland is Elliot’s trusted manager and right hand man.
... I’m doing great, thank you!
Hey did you and Betty got my present?...
Oh you did?! I hope those carpets match your living room,
I bought them in this very fancy Persian place
in Bel Air... I --
He signals her to hand the phone to him.
(gives him an angry look and puts out her tongue)
She hands the phone to him and pushes him gently on the shoulder.
I hate when you get drunk Eli!
And now we need a new TV... Again!
I’ll be sleeping somewhere else in the house!
She storms out of the room. Elliot takes a drag of his cigarette and talks on the phone.
Where the hell have you been man?
I’ve been calling you like crazy!
Don’t you ever answer the phone anymore?!...
Well anyways, this is not good man...
That TV program it’s making you look real bad,
it’s real bad publicity for you, man.
I tried to stop them from doing it, but man,
you sure give them the ammunition.
No lectures! OK?
Listen, as your manager I advice you
to take some days of, sober up and try
and buy a nice present for your girl... Go on a holiday...
Go drive by the ocean, you’ve got to get your ass out of that couch
and out of that house man...
By the way, you know you’ve got to finish up
that story you’ve been working on, right?
We have a deadline man.
Yeah... I don’t think it’ll work out,
it’s total shit.
Listen, me and the team will be the
judge to that, not all is lost man,
we need your story ASAP!
Remember you are under contract and you’ve
got to deliver or else the Studio
will bring the hammer down on you...
Elliot, this is serious shit, man!
You don’t want to piss off the suits,
that’s the last thing that you need right now...
Uh, hello? Elliot?
Elliot! Oh, goddammit!
He hangs up the call.
Elliot is now passed out on the twenty thousand dollar couch, the cigarette burns a hole in it.
INT. TALENT AGENCY - DAY
It’s 2001, a MAN on a gray suit walks into the talent agency, he’s limping and using a cane, he’s around his mid fifties, he has gray hair combed back and white goatee. He sits there and shakes hands with the talent agent and a studio representative who sits next to him, he receives a check for $500,000 Dlls.
Go celebrate and enjoy it,
you well deserve it.
Your life’s about to change, my friend.
The studio representative smiles.
(in a cold monotonous voice)
Excellent. Talk soon.
Man stands up from his chair and leaves the agency.
INT. WRITER’S HOUSE - DAY
Elliot is writing on his typewriter, the blinds are closed but some rays of light from the sunset come through, there’s some bizarre Mediterranean music being played in the background, the entire floor is covered with discarded papers and paper balls, the cigaretteashtray is full, he’s drinking coffee and has the look as if he haven’t slept in many days, his hair is mangled and he looks in very bad shape and borderline psychotic. He continues writing.
(typing as he talks)
... And then the caretaker walked into the rain
with her head on one hand and
the bloody shovel on the other...
He looks at the paper for a second, then he rips it out from the typewriter and discards it in frustration. He grabs his forehead and then reaches for some aspirins, takes 4 of them and wash them down with the coffee. He’s losing it. The phone rings and he kills it. He puts another blank paper and starts typing again. The phone rings one more time, he unplugs it. His girlfriend walks by and talks to him
Eli, sweetie, when are you going to
take a break? You work way too hard baby!
Elliot ignores her, she walks away. Then the fax machine starts working, he stops typing and walks towards it. The letter is a Mortgage by Demise and Foreclosure of his property. He reads it and scratches his beard throwing an empty emotionless stare. The phone rings again and he hears it from the other room, Anita answers the phone and we can hear her talking, then there’s this long pause. Elliot just stands there waiting. Anita appears and tells him the news.
It’s that bitch! Your ex-wife...
She’s taking you to court.
Elliot just stands there in silence.
Hello?! Elliot! Do something about
it! Go talk to her!
Elliot just stares back coldly and emotionless and ignores her, he scratches his beard again and then walks back to his desk, sits down and starts writing again.
Grrr! Elliot?! Elliot gives her a hand signal asking her to leave.
You know? You better get a secretary!
She walks to the next room and we can hear him talking back on the phone.
He’s not here, call again later.
Elliot then stops writing and stretches on his chair and cracks his fingers, he looks at the ceiling for a minute and then talks to himself.
Where’s that... Story?...
He then goes back to type.
TIME LAPSE - WE SEE THE MOON MOVING THROUGH THE SKY AND THEN THE SUN RISING.
He feels the first sun’s rays and he stops and looks through the window, then he gets up from his chair and leaves the room.
INT. MANSION - DAY
The BUTLER has brought Elliot a tray with some food, the newspaper and some mail.
You’ve got correspondence sir.
Elliot just grabs the newspaper and a piece of french toast.
(concerned on his looks)
Sir, are you OK?
Don’t worry Bob, it comes with the
Elliot now grabs the letters and goes through them, one of them is from the Attorney’s Office. He looks at the Butler. He looks back at him concerned.
(just grins at him)
Ain’t marriage grand?
He then walks outside to the pool area and sits down to start reading the newspaper.
(raises his cup towards a maid)
He goes through the newspaper and then suddenly stops at a page and starts reading out loud.
’The Unsolved Case of The Freeway
Killer’... Hmm interesting.
’Over the last decade there’s been a series
of unsolved murders that have occurred
all throughout America’s Highway Circuit...
The police have found over 30 bodies
and still haven’t found the murderer
or any clues leading to the killer...
By the crimes Modus Operandi it is presumed
to be the works of one man involved
in the Truck Driving Industries.
The police is still investigating for more clues...
Anyone with any info --
He stops and then after a long pause he starts laughing.
Hahaha! This is it! This is fucking it!!!
Just what I needed!
He jumps out of the chair and runs inside the house as pieces of the newspaper fly behind him.
INT. WRITING ROOM - DAY
Elliot sits and starts writing on the typewriter frenetically.
’It’s 1948, over Wisconsin’s
Northwoods, there’s a cabin in the woods,
we see the camera Dolly and closing in from the forest
and into the window of the house, inside we can see a family,
a man, a woman and a girl and boy, they all are
sitting there eating dinner...’
INT. HOUSE ON WOODS - NIGHT
JACK MCCOY is about 10 years old, he’s a busy boy, borderline neurotic, he’s playing with his food and he suddenly drops the plate down to the floor. His now third step-father is sitting by the table drunk with a bottle of cheap Whiskey that’s almost empty, he reacts violently.
(angry and mean)
Wha -- The hell you think you’re doin’ boy?!
I told you not to fool ’round with the goddamn food no more!
He slaps him and he starts crying and tries to
run away from the table but he stops him grabbing him firmly by the arm.
Oh, you think cryin’n runnin’ is gonna get you out of trouble boy?!
Hell no! You gonna eat that shit right out of the floor!
Their dog is now eating some of the food on the floor. His mother ABBY MASON just stares at the scene smiling and signals their younger daughter LILLY MASON to keep eating.
You go ahead and let them boys deal with their own business... Go on!
Eat your damn food girl!
Lilly obeys. Lucas now brings Jack closer to him, grabs his face and puts his own right in his nose.
(shoving his face to Jack and scratching him with his beard, with a perverse voice)
You gonna eat that, boy! Ya hear me?!
You gonna eat it like the dog you are!
(crying and trying to get free)
Leave me alone!
Jack kicks Lucas in the knee and Lucas screams in pain and releases him, he then tries to stand up and trips over the chair and knocks down some of the plates at the table and then he falls into the ground hard. Jack runs out of the house, as he runs away he hears his step-father and mother screaming at him.
Damn you, boy!!! I swear to god Imma get ya!
(kneeling next to him and helping him up)
U OK honey? Here let me help you up...
That damn kid! Why don’t you just
sell him or dump him on the side of the road?!
I know baby... That loser boy! I
will slap him good when he comes back!
Oh, no! This time he will get it
from me. This time imma show him who’s the boss in this house!
You spoiled him rotten!
You stupid bitch!
He starts coughing badly, he’s dying of cancer.
You asshole! I hope you choke ’n die you worthless trash!
Lucas keeps coughing hard and Abby walks away angry.
Bring me my cigarettes! Hey Bitch!
I’m talkin’ to you!
Get them yourself you drunken pig!
INT. BARN - NIGHT
Jack is now hiding inside the barn, he’s climbed up the ladder to the second floor and he opens a box that’s holding a wounded pigeon he just found. He caress it.
Don’t worry Rudy... He won’t find
us in here. We are safe!
He gets himself into a fetal position and lays there in the dark next to Rudy.
INT. MANSION - DAY
Eli! You promised! C’mon!!! You’ve
been in that stupid room for weeks! Don’t you ever like to have some fun anymore?!
OK. OK! Just stop! We’ll go... Alright!
(jumps in joy)
Yay! I’ve been waiting to go there since forever!
(dull and dry)
Oh, c’mon... It’s not such a great place anyways...
You’re just happy to go there cuz you’re from boring Arkansas --
Anita looks at him angrily, he stops talking immediately.
OK! Fine... Let’s go.
Elliot walks out of the room but grabs his big black hat and glasses before leaving, he wants to hide as much as possible from the masses, Anita walks to him and kisses him in the cheek.
Oh my love! Why do you hide such a
Elliot just grunts and she pulls him away running out.
Quick! It’ll be sunset very in a couple of hours and
I can’t wait to test my new camera!
I loooove Californian sunsets!
Elliot just half grins and they leave the room.
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