Mourning: a script

Introduction

(Female) NARRATOR (V.O.)

black screen

I am stuck. Stuck within this place; this body; this mind. In fact, we are all trapped, with no escape, no freedom, no peace in thought, no sanity.

Panning sky view of a gloomy town, fog rolling in and all around the outside is a graveyard. Zooms in on sign reading "Welcome to Mourning. Population: 56."

NARRATOR (V.O.)

Mourning is a lonely place. It's in the middle of nowhere, hardly in existence. We are a solitary people, social activity isn't accepted here. Sometimes, I wonder if this is reality, or just some... joke.

Camera "travels" to a large mansion on a lonely hill with a rusty metal gate, which swings open as we approach it, allowing entrance.

NARRATOR (V.O.)

I live here alone. Well, not completely alone I suppose. I have Keiren.

Pans past a room, giving us a quick glance at the boy inside, who lay strapped to his bed. He screams and kicks as we pass.

NARRATOR (V.O.)

But he isn't very sociable when he's upset. There's also Malcolm.

We pass another room, this one with another boy, this one wearing a collar, dog ears and a tail, running back and forth as if chasing a ball and barking

NARRATOR (V.O.)

He's usually a little out of it. Hm, I suppose I am not alone when there is also Angus and Edward...

We pass yet another room, inside which are two boys, twins, in fact. One paces restlessly while the other is curled into a ball, rocking and watching timidly. He glances at the camera, but quickly averts his eyes and begins to mumble.

NARRATOR (V.O.)

Last but not least, there's me,

Camera enters a room, where a girl stands, then walks closer to meet us and begins to speak

NARRATOR

Tempo. We four are the only ones who know. Something is not right in our town.

Offers a snow globe to the camera, inside of which is a miniature replica of the town, and on a little gold plate reads "MOURNING"

TEMPO

Please, help us. We're trapped,

Shakes snow globe and we see in the window behind her that it has begun to snow. Pans outside and down into the town, where a few somber people walking down the street shiver and pull up the collars of their coats, passing each other in a daze.

TEMPO (V.O..)

And nobody will believe me.

Please, please, please comment! I really want to know what people think of my script. If you guys like it enough; I may upload more. If not: only the introduction will be uploaded. I can't decide if Mourning is an indy film or indy show (I guess?).

~DeSoto