Monsieur Rat
12-30-2005, 06:16 PM
Yeah, that's not really the title. I don't have one, but that sounded cool, and I needed to fill the spot. This is actually a movie script I'm writing style, and there's no where else to post it, so I figured here. I hit writers block and need to know whether I should bother to finish.
Anyway, here's an excerpt from the script, and add me on MSN with rokin_rat@hotmail.com if you like and want to see the rest.
Scene 1
Mason: It is the year seventeen sixty-four of our lord King George III, and dark times have fallen upon the kingdom of England. The king suffers from delusions, and the Prime Minister, William Pitt, controls the empire through him. Talk of creatures, dark beasts that stalk the shadows, has spread across the country, and even into France. These demons, it is said, are the spawn of Satan himself and drink the blood of the innocent; they are Vampires. Of course, Pitt dismisses these tales as mere myths started by mongrel gypsies hoping to inspire fear just long enough that they can pillage and run off. However, is our esteemed Prime Minister correct in his statement? One must wonder, how did these gypsies come up with such an extravagant and vivid idea? There most certainly must be some truth to this, as there is with all legend, otherwise the idea would not exist. After all, the tales in the Bible are just as extraordinary as this, and we believe them do we not…
Throughout Mason’s monologue, the intro credits are appearing in gothic text and the camera is weaving through dark skies. It is stormy and you can hear the ocean below crashing loudly. As she nears the end of her monologue, the camera descends from the sky and you sea a wooden boat, smaller than a frigate, but larger than a schooner fighting tough water, the crew is hustling to keep water off the deck. When the monologue is finished the camera pans in on the ship. A woman with longish black hair is wearing a black leather corset and has a sword at her side, it has no sheath, this is Mason. She leaps from the steering deck, grabs a rope, and pulls it down, tightening a mast.
Mason yelling at a bunch of crewmembers that are smoking and kicking a pale back and forth: All of you! Don’t just stand there! Pick up the damn bucket and bale out some of this bloody ocean. We’re going to sink, you skinflints!
Crewmembers in unison: Yes Captain! Sorry Captain!
The crewmembers quickly run round and all try to use the same bucket to bale the water. Causing much trouble for each other. Mason simply turns around and mutters.
Mason thoughts, not actually speech: Bloody hell! Best crew in the Brazilian Seas, Vincent!? You probably picked them up in some pub filling themselves with all too much ale! I hope you bloody hear this brother!
Vincent: I assure you I hear it, sister. How many times have I told you to stay out of my head? It’s just not right, you and your mind reading; down right irritating it is! And I’ll have you know, they were drinking good ol’ rum, not that rubbish they call ale!
Camera cuts to Vincent. He is dressed in a cloak like jacket, with gold bits; he has glasses, and black sailor’s shirt on. His pants are baggy and black with ornate purple designs. A large wooden staff is strapped to his back. Though his words were that of an angry man, he is grinning, this is out of place in the raging storm. He walks down to her, and pulls a bucket of water out from behind him and pours it on her.
Vincent: Your ship is going to sink, Captain. We are all going to die in the watery depths of this unknown sea! Laughs
Mason: Vincent! This is no laughing matter! Don’t you understand? The Farrow is sinking, if we do not do something soon, not only will you and I be in grave danger, but our entire crew will be as well!
Vincent: Mason, I don’t mean to alarm you, but we’ve reached England. We’ll be fine if we can last another 8 minutes.
Mason whips around and sees land. She turns back and faces Vincent. She squints menacingly then storms off. Vincent chuckles. Cut to scene of crew unloading ship in a port. Vincent and Mason stand side by side, supervising the activity. Suddenly there is the sound of marching. Vincent turns around. Camera cuts to a large group of men in British Naval Uniforms pointing rifles at the crew.
Vincent: Oh bloody hell! Not again!
Scene 2
Vincent and Mason are marching side by side; they are both handcuffed with their arms behind their backs. There is a metal link between the two sets of shackles. They are trudging along a muddy path. Soldiers surround them on all sides; two are pointing rifles at them, the others are carrying torches. The wind of the storm has begun to subside, but the rain is still coming in a torrential downpour. Mason and Vincent’s weapons have been removed from their persons and are being carried by the soldier in the front of the group. Cut to view of both Vincent and Mason walking.
Vincent sotto voice: So, sister, how do you suppose we escape. The storm is thinning quickly and we cannot risk the time to fight the soldiers… Louder, to the soldiers Excuse me, but could you possibly enlighten us as to why we are in irons and marching through mud?
Soldier: Vincent and Mason, “Siblings do Sangue”, are charged with acts of unwarranted violence, piratism, destruction of government property, and of being vampires. ‘Course, you don’t sound much like a pirate, or a vampire.
Vincent: Oh, well I suppose under pirate, you were expecting something more like, “Garrr me matey, we be sailin’ for booty with this here treasure map!” And for a vampire, “I vant to suck your blood! Blah!”
Soldier: Aren’t we the funny one? Kicks Vincent in the stomach
Vincent: Ugh, now was that called for? Really, the nerve of some people… Anyway… sotto voice again, to Mason Right, so as I was saying, we’re going to have to be very careful as we escape so we don’t get noti… OH BLOODY HELL!
Mason has broken apart her shackles and has just pulled a small throwing knife out from her boot. She hurls the knife at the soldier with their weapons. He is hit squarely in the back of the neck. Two soldiers come at her; she spins around kicking both of them in the face. Vincent shatters his shackles as well and flips over a soldier landing next to the fallen soldier with the weapons. He grabs up his staff and tosses Mason’s sword to her. He spins his staff and takes down two more soldiers. Four are left. As Mason catches her sword, one soldier kicks her in the jaw and sends her sprawling. Vincent brings his staff over the soldier’s head and under his jaw, choking him.
Vincent: Touch my sister again and I’ll sever your tongue, fry it up with some great Arabian spices, and make a light evening snack out of it.
He lets go of his staff with one hand, swings it to his side, and kicks the soldier forward just as Mason gets up. She stabs him through the chest, pulls out her sword and decapitates one of the stunned soldiers to the side. Both Mason and Vincent turn to face the two remaining soldiers. One is the soldier Vincent spoke with. Both soldiers are petrified with fear. Mason has blood splattered all over her face. She wipes some off with her hand and tastes it. She twitches the corner of her mouth into a smile.
Mason: Well, well, I seems as though your first impression should have been more thought out, for my brother and I are both vampires and pirates. Interesting, no?
The soldier stutters but cannot muster a coherent word. Vincent and Mason suddenly lunge forward, each tackling a soldier to the ground.
Vincent: Been a while since our last true meal, has it not?
Mason: Indeed brother, far too long, I’m afraid.
Mason and Vincent snap the soldiers’ necks to the side and bite down, blood dripping along the necks. Mason brings her face up into the rainfall and lets the droplets wash the remaining blood from her face as she licks her lips. Vincent simply wipes his face off on his jacket cuff.
Mason: Well Vincent, I suppose we should now go about rescuing the rest of our crew, we are most obviously not welcome on this island. But perhaps we should return to The Farrow first and get some supplies; there could be… distractions along with the crew.
Scene 3
Cuts to scene of the crew locked up in a few cells being guarded by a single soldier.
Crew Member 1: Why have we been separated from our Captain and the cook? They have done no worse than any of us in the crew; we should all suffer the same fate.
Crew Member 2: Aye! In fact, the cook has done less plunder and pillage than any of us; he should be spared!
Soldier: Ah, it seems you have forgotten a small fact scumbags. Your precious captain and her foolhardy brother are filthy vampires!
Crew Member 1 seemingly unphased by this revelation: Really? I’ve been hearing that your Prime Minister dismisses the existence of vampires as mere flights of fancy. So now we are presented with a most troubling set of contradictions here. For you, just now, have clearly stated your belief in vampires, and last I heard, your lord and commander, the Prime Minister William Pitt, has been executing those who harbor the belief that the blood sucking shadow stalkers known as vampires exist.
Soldier: Well aren’t you the clever one? ‘Course, Master Pitt is just sayin’ that to keep our citizens from a state of panic. Us truly smart people know better than to believe everything our government puts out. And by the by, the way you speak sounds rather familiar, what’s your name, lovely?
Crew Member 1 (Dane): Well I can assure, it is not lovely, but rather Dane. And the way I speak sounds familiar because 6 years ago, in this very port town, I murdered your two older brothers then taunted you from the shadows. ‘Course, you can believe me, I had a very valid reason for my crime… you owed me 12 shillings from a game of cards. I never took kindly to the mice that tried to cheat me out of my money.
Anyway, here's an excerpt from the script, and add me on MSN with rokin_rat@hotmail.com if you like and want to see the rest.
Scene 1
Mason: It is the year seventeen sixty-four of our lord King George III, and dark times have fallen upon the kingdom of England. The king suffers from delusions, and the Prime Minister, William Pitt, controls the empire through him. Talk of creatures, dark beasts that stalk the shadows, has spread across the country, and even into France. These demons, it is said, are the spawn of Satan himself and drink the blood of the innocent; they are Vampires. Of course, Pitt dismisses these tales as mere myths started by mongrel gypsies hoping to inspire fear just long enough that they can pillage and run off. However, is our esteemed Prime Minister correct in his statement? One must wonder, how did these gypsies come up with such an extravagant and vivid idea? There most certainly must be some truth to this, as there is with all legend, otherwise the idea would not exist. After all, the tales in the Bible are just as extraordinary as this, and we believe them do we not…
Throughout Mason’s monologue, the intro credits are appearing in gothic text and the camera is weaving through dark skies. It is stormy and you can hear the ocean below crashing loudly. As she nears the end of her monologue, the camera descends from the sky and you sea a wooden boat, smaller than a frigate, but larger than a schooner fighting tough water, the crew is hustling to keep water off the deck. When the monologue is finished the camera pans in on the ship. A woman with longish black hair is wearing a black leather corset and has a sword at her side, it has no sheath, this is Mason. She leaps from the steering deck, grabs a rope, and pulls it down, tightening a mast.
Mason yelling at a bunch of crewmembers that are smoking and kicking a pale back and forth: All of you! Don’t just stand there! Pick up the damn bucket and bale out some of this bloody ocean. We’re going to sink, you skinflints!
Crewmembers in unison: Yes Captain! Sorry Captain!
The crewmembers quickly run round and all try to use the same bucket to bale the water. Causing much trouble for each other. Mason simply turns around and mutters.
Mason thoughts, not actually speech: Bloody hell! Best crew in the Brazilian Seas, Vincent!? You probably picked them up in some pub filling themselves with all too much ale! I hope you bloody hear this brother!
Vincent: I assure you I hear it, sister. How many times have I told you to stay out of my head? It’s just not right, you and your mind reading; down right irritating it is! And I’ll have you know, they were drinking good ol’ rum, not that rubbish they call ale!
Camera cuts to Vincent. He is dressed in a cloak like jacket, with gold bits; he has glasses, and black sailor’s shirt on. His pants are baggy and black with ornate purple designs. A large wooden staff is strapped to his back. Though his words were that of an angry man, he is grinning, this is out of place in the raging storm. He walks down to her, and pulls a bucket of water out from behind him and pours it on her.
Vincent: Your ship is going to sink, Captain. We are all going to die in the watery depths of this unknown sea! Laughs
Mason: Vincent! This is no laughing matter! Don’t you understand? The Farrow is sinking, if we do not do something soon, not only will you and I be in grave danger, but our entire crew will be as well!
Vincent: Mason, I don’t mean to alarm you, but we’ve reached England. We’ll be fine if we can last another 8 minutes.
Mason whips around and sees land. She turns back and faces Vincent. She squints menacingly then storms off. Vincent chuckles. Cut to scene of crew unloading ship in a port. Vincent and Mason stand side by side, supervising the activity. Suddenly there is the sound of marching. Vincent turns around. Camera cuts to a large group of men in British Naval Uniforms pointing rifles at the crew.
Vincent: Oh bloody hell! Not again!
Scene 2
Vincent and Mason are marching side by side; they are both handcuffed with their arms behind their backs. There is a metal link between the two sets of shackles. They are trudging along a muddy path. Soldiers surround them on all sides; two are pointing rifles at them, the others are carrying torches. The wind of the storm has begun to subside, but the rain is still coming in a torrential downpour. Mason and Vincent’s weapons have been removed from their persons and are being carried by the soldier in the front of the group. Cut to view of both Vincent and Mason walking.
Vincent sotto voice: So, sister, how do you suppose we escape. The storm is thinning quickly and we cannot risk the time to fight the soldiers… Louder, to the soldiers Excuse me, but could you possibly enlighten us as to why we are in irons and marching through mud?
Soldier: Vincent and Mason, “Siblings do Sangue”, are charged with acts of unwarranted violence, piratism, destruction of government property, and of being vampires. ‘Course, you don’t sound much like a pirate, or a vampire.
Vincent: Oh, well I suppose under pirate, you were expecting something more like, “Garrr me matey, we be sailin’ for booty with this here treasure map!” And for a vampire, “I vant to suck your blood! Blah!”
Soldier: Aren’t we the funny one? Kicks Vincent in the stomach
Vincent: Ugh, now was that called for? Really, the nerve of some people… Anyway… sotto voice again, to Mason Right, so as I was saying, we’re going to have to be very careful as we escape so we don’t get noti… OH BLOODY HELL!
Mason has broken apart her shackles and has just pulled a small throwing knife out from her boot. She hurls the knife at the soldier with their weapons. He is hit squarely in the back of the neck. Two soldiers come at her; she spins around kicking both of them in the face. Vincent shatters his shackles as well and flips over a soldier landing next to the fallen soldier with the weapons. He grabs up his staff and tosses Mason’s sword to her. He spins his staff and takes down two more soldiers. Four are left. As Mason catches her sword, one soldier kicks her in the jaw and sends her sprawling. Vincent brings his staff over the soldier’s head and under his jaw, choking him.
Vincent: Touch my sister again and I’ll sever your tongue, fry it up with some great Arabian spices, and make a light evening snack out of it.
He lets go of his staff with one hand, swings it to his side, and kicks the soldier forward just as Mason gets up. She stabs him through the chest, pulls out her sword and decapitates one of the stunned soldiers to the side. Both Mason and Vincent turn to face the two remaining soldiers. One is the soldier Vincent spoke with. Both soldiers are petrified with fear. Mason has blood splattered all over her face. She wipes some off with her hand and tastes it. She twitches the corner of her mouth into a smile.
Mason: Well, well, I seems as though your first impression should have been more thought out, for my brother and I are both vampires and pirates. Interesting, no?
The soldier stutters but cannot muster a coherent word. Vincent and Mason suddenly lunge forward, each tackling a soldier to the ground.
Vincent: Been a while since our last true meal, has it not?
Mason: Indeed brother, far too long, I’m afraid.
Mason and Vincent snap the soldiers’ necks to the side and bite down, blood dripping along the necks. Mason brings her face up into the rainfall and lets the droplets wash the remaining blood from her face as she licks her lips. Vincent simply wipes his face off on his jacket cuff.
Mason: Well Vincent, I suppose we should now go about rescuing the rest of our crew, we are most obviously not welcome on this island. But perhaps we should return to The Farrow first and get some supplies; there could be… distractions along with the crew.
Scene 3
Cuts to scene of the crew locked up in a few cells being guarded by a single soldier.
Crew Member 1: Why have we been separated from our Captain and the cook? They have done no worse than any of us in the crew; we should all suffer the same fate.
Crew Member 2: Aye! In fact, the cook has done less plunder and pillage than any of us; he should be spared!
Soldier: Ah, it seems you have forgotten a small fact scumbags. Your precious captain and her foolhardy brother are filthy vampires!
Crew Member 1 seemingly unphased by this revelation: Really? I’ve been hearing that your Prime Minister dismisses the existence of vampires as mere flights of fancy. So now we are presented with a most troubling set of contradictions here. For you, just now, have clearly stated your belief in vampires, and last I heard, your lord and commander, the Prime Minister William Pitt, has been executing those who harbor the belief that the blood sucking shadow stalkers known as vampires exist.
Soldier: Well aren’t you the clever one? ‘Course, Master Pitt is just sayin’ that to keep our citizens from a state of panic. Us truly smart people know better than to believe everything our government puts out. And by the by, the way you speak sounds rather familiar, what’s your name, lovely?
Crew Member 1 (Dane): Well I can assure, it is not lovely, but rather Dane. And the way I speak sounds familiar because 6 years ago, in this very port town, I murdered your two older brothers then taunted you from the shadows. ‘Course, you can believe me, I had a very valid reason for my crime… you owed me 12 shillings from a game of cards. I never took kindly to the mice that tried to cheat me out of my money.