Redemption-A Spec Script - Patrick Sean Lee (best black authors TXT) 📗
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FADE IN:
EXT. AN ALLEY-NIGHT
A raggedly dressed old man is precariously perched on the edge of a dumpster, looking up at a starry sky. He holds a brown paper bag, the neck of a wine bottle visible, in one hand. The other is resting on the greasy dumpster edge. Several seconds pass in seeming reverie, and then he turns a foot inward toward the horizontal indentations of the dumpster body, grabs hold of the top edge with his free hand, and begins to lean outward. His foot slips. He falls headfirst.
FADE TO BLACK
INT. A HOSPITAL-NIGHT
MARVIN FUSTER, blood-soaked and semi-conscious, is rushed down a hall on a gurney toward the operating room. His vacant eyes open and close. He sees bright lights whizzing by, and hears snippets of comments.
UNIDENTIFIED NURSE (V.O.)
Go! O.R.2!
MARVIN
(confused)
O.R. whaa?
FADE
INT. A GLOOMY WAREHOUSE (DREAM STATE)-NIGHT-LIKE
Marvin Fuster lands on his back with a huge thud. Seconds pass. He stands, shaking his head. He gazes about the dreary room. Dark images of windows and doorways appear, then disappear. Suddenly a bright, back-lit doorway appears, and standing inside is a young, beautiful WOMAN with radiant, dark auburn hair. She beckons him with a motion of her hand, then turns and walks down a long flight of steps out of the warehouse.
CUT
EXT. A BEACH-DAY (CONTINUOUS)
Exotic trees and birds and SOUNDS abound. Marvin follows the woman tentatively. He stops when she does at the base of a high dune. The young woman turns and looks at Marvin's attire.
AMY
Gross.
Marvin lets his eyes leave her, and he gazes at his filthy trench coat, spotted tee-shirt, shitty trousers, and holey tennis shoes.
Amy turns again and begins to move athletically along the bottom of the dune. Marvin scrambles after her.
CUT
EXT. A COUNTRY LANE-DAY
Amy walks on a bucolic path, a wood-railed fence on her right. Beyond the fence, lovely, tall trees grow in profusion.
AMY
(indifferently)
I've lost my friends. We have to
find them, Marvin Fuster.
MARVIN
Huh? Frien...how dya' know my
name?
AMY
Oh, I know all about you. Just
don't touch me, understand?
MARVIN
(frowning sadly)
Yeah, I 'spose so. Don't really blame
ya'...what's your name, I mean if ya'
don't mind me askin'?
AMY
It's Amy.
Amy suddenly darts across the path, climbs onto the center rail of the fence, reaches up, and grabs a word dangling among the leaves. The TREE rustles, then awakens. A pair of eyes and a woody mouth emerge.
TREE
Fear. An interesting choice!
AMY
(giggling)
No. Interesting is too high up
in your branches! Bend down a
little, please. I see one I like much
better.
The Tree bends forward and down, nearly enclosing Amy with word-laden limbs. Amy picks several, tucks them into an arm, close to her breast.
AMY
Thank you, kind tree. Now I'll sit
and compose a lovely poem just
for you!
TREE
Not for me, child. For him.
The Tree shakes. It motions with a leafy-word arm across the road at Marvin. Amy turns her head as she jumps down, dropping the word "Desire".
AMY
(cruelly spoken)
Hah! For him? He's horribly ugly
and ready to die. You must be kidding.
Marvin scurries across the path to her feet, scooping up the word. He uses both hands to offer it to her. Amy snatches it from his hands, glances at it, and then stuffs it in with the rest.
AMY
(mocking)
Well, we certainly can't do without
desire, can we Marvin Fuster?
Not waiting for a reply, she turns and begins to walk up the winding path toward the distant crest. Marvin falls back onto his rear, watching her silently.
MARVIN
(Very lowly murmured)
No...we can't.
Amy reaches the crest of the hill and crosses it. Marvin finally drops his gaze to his hands lying in his lap, palms unwashed, dirty, facing up. He stares vacantly at them for a second or two, then lifts his head once again and looks across the fence at the tree. It is now simply a normal tree.
FADE
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM-MORNING
FADE IN:
Marvin is lying in a bed, covered to his chest with a clean, white sheet. An IV is attached to the back of his left hand resting atop the sheet. His head is wrapped in thick layers of gauze from the eyebrows upward.
A NURSE enters quietly. Marvin's eyelids flutter open. He winces.
NURSE
Well, good morning, sir!
We're so glad to see that
you're finally awake.
Marvin blinks, but says nothing. The nurse grabs the chart hanging on the end of the bed, scans it quickly, then rehangs it and walks to the IV container.
NURSE
I see we don't have a name
for you. How are we feeling
this morning?
MARVIN
(groggily)
We feel like somebody hit us in
the head with a goddam'
sledgehammer. How did I get
here? Where the hell am I?
The nurse bends over, checks the IV in his hand, and then his bandages. She smiles and looks into his eyes.
NURSE
Good. Good.
MARVIN
(confused)
Good?
NURSE
We aren't sure. You were brought in
four...no, five nights ago. We didn't think
a man your age and in your condition
would even survive.
MARVIN
Survive what? What the hell happened?
NURSE
We aren't sure of that, either. A fall in an
alley somewhere. Your head was split open.
MARVIN
(astonished)
What?
NURSE
That's about all the information we
have. Can you tell us your name?
MARVIN
Yeah, It's Marvin. Marvin Q. Fuster. An'
I don't have no money if that's why you're
askin'. When do we get outta' here?
NURSE
(chuckling)
When you pay the bill. Do we have an
address, or the name of a relative?
MARVIN
I live at 1880 Wazee. South end of the
loadin' dock. Don't have no relatives. An'
what's this we shit? I don't see nobody else.
The nurse ignores Marvin's question, grabs the chart on the end of the bed, and scribbles on it. She returns to the bedside and raises three fingers of her hand.
NURSE
Can you tell us how many fingers we
have here?
MARVIN
Yeah, ten. What the hell, you think
I'm blind or stupid?
NURSE
Certainly not.
The nurse scowls at the irascible old man, and then continues.
NURSE
We think you're going to be fine
in time.
The nurse shoots Marvin a look of dismay, then turns and begins to leave the room.
MARVIN
Hey, wait a minute. When do I get
outta' here?
The nurse stops and turns.
NURSE
In good time, Mister Fooster. When
you're physically able, we'll arrange
to have you put into a hostel. You'll
need a clean environment...
MARVIN
(cutting her off angrily)
You go to a goddam' shelter. All of ya'!
For just one fuckin' night...
(wincing)
Shit!
You go, all of ya'!
NURSE
Rest, now, sir. The doctor will be in a
little later. We're just glad you're alive.
Marvin's mouth opens as though he is about to answer the nurse, but stops when a nearly transparent shadow with wings flutters across the room near the windows beyond the bed. He blinks two or three times, and then squints.
MARVIN
What...the...hell?
The SOUND of shoes squeaking on the tile floor outside his room. Marvin stares in the direction of the shadowy movement, his eyes shifting right and left.
FADE OUT
INT. MARVIN'S HOSPITAL ROOM-EVENING
FADE IN:
Marvin is sleeping fitfully. The monitors on the wall above his head blink and flicker. The shadowy figure moves toward him from the windows, solidifying the closer it comes. Arriving at his bedside, it bends over, causing a set of enormous, beautiful wings to unfold. The creature draws its face to Marvin's ear and whispers.
ANSELM
Wake up.
Marvin's eyelids flutter, but he doesn't awaken.
ANSELM
Marvin Fuster, wake up.
Marvin's eyes finally open thinly. When he sees the angel with his face nearly touching his, Marvin's eyes pop open wide. He reacts in terror; yanks the sheet onto his face, leaving only his eyes exposed.
MARVIN
Ho-ly-fuck-in'-SMOKE!
ANSELM
Do you know what happened, Marvin
Fuster?
Marvin begins to shake uncontrollably. His eyes, blazing with their look of terror, snap shut.
MARVIN
Oh God...I'm thinkin' I croaked!
ANSELM
She is here, and we are watching her.
This is what you will do.
The camera pans upward from the bedside as Anselm the angel continues to whisper instructions to the terrified Marvin.
FADE
INT. MARVIN'S HOSPITAL ROOM-EARLY MORNING
FADE IN:
The first light of dawn illuminates the windows. Marvin is dressing in his blood-stained clothes. He cinches a makeshift belt-a length of wire-at his trouser waist. Afterward, he gently pats his gauze-wrapped head, and then begins pulling the dressings off.
MARVIN
(muttering lowly)
Shit howdy. Don't feel nuthin'...what the
hell...goddam', where the hell they put
my shoes...
Barefoot, Marvin pads to the entry door, eases it open, and checks the hallway with its bright neon light-glow.
CUT
INT. HOSPITAL-CONTINUOUS
Twenty feet away his eyes stop at the nurses' station. The top of a blond head is visible on the back side of the counter.
Marvin softly closes the door and then tiptoes down the hall in the direction of a blurry, red EXIT sign above another door. Arriving near the nurses' station, he gets down on hands and knees and slips by. He arrives at the exit door, opens it slowly, and then steps through.
NURSE (O.S.)
Wait! Stop!
CUT
INT. STAIRWELL-CONTINUOUS
With surprising agility, Marvin begins descending the flights of stairs, glancing back every other step. The metallic clank of a door is heard several floors above him. He rushes onward, and finally arrives at the main floor, huffing badly. He grabs hold of the handleset, yanks it inward, and bolts through.
CUT
INT. HOSPITAL MAIN FLOOR-CONTINUOUS
The main floor is nearly devoid of people. Behind the admissions desk, twenty feet from the main entrance doors, a woman sits, talking with an elderly woman on the aisle side. Marvin races past the desk, inadvertently bumping into the elderly woman. She shouts angrily. The woman behind the desk jumps to her feet.
Marvin hesitates only briefly to backtrack and help the lady to her feet.
MARVIN
(out of breath)
'Scuse me, ma'am. So sorry.
Marvin darts away as the ADMISSIONS CLERK shouts after him.
ADMISSIONS CLERK
Sir! Sir!...
Marvin is at the rotating doors. He enters and pushes forward with all his might. Seconds later he exits the hospital at a gallop.
CUT
EXT. HOSPITAL MAIN ENTRANCE-CONTINUOUS
Marvin runs down the concrete drive, and then onto the street. His arms are working like locomotive wheel pistons. From close by the SOUND OF A SIREN breaks the quiet. He glances back over his shoulder.
MARVIN
(huffing and puffing)
Holy Christ, what was that thing?
An ambulance, its SIREN WAILING, pulls into the emergency entrance. Marvin races on in the direction of the lower downtown area and his dock-home.
Two blocks farther on he makes a right onto a short street, and then into an alley. He slows. Ahead, an enclosure of graffiti decorated concrete with its gate hanging listlessly half-open is visible. He half-stumbles toward it, and then moves in behind a battered dumpster to the rear. He sinks down, knees bending to his heaving chest.
MARVIN (VO)
Shouldna' give 'em my address. Dumb.
Stupid.
He glances around. Trash and dirt litter the rear of the enclosure. Suddenly he looks up. He brings one hand, and then the other, to his forehead, moving them over his entire skull, thinning gray hair still intact. No sign of a wound anywhere.
MARVIN
Jesus H. Christ. I busted my head open?
It...it...
He pats his head harder.
MARVIN
It don't hurt...what's goin' on?
He sits contemplating, and then rises and walks from behind the dumpster back into the alley.
CUT
EXT. DOWNTOWN STORE FRONT-MORNING
Marvin stands staring into a display window at fashionably dressed female mannequins.
REFLECTION IN THE GLASS.
Behind him, workers dressed in suits exit a bus and pass by. Many glare at him; others walk on, ignoring him. He turns suddenly and catches sight
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