The Seething – short film screenplay

Title: THE SEETHING SHORT 7th DRAFT
Author: a.k.a.smith
Draft date: copyright a.k.a.smith 15th Sept 2018
Contact: andykasmith58@gmail.com

EXT. Lagoon 3 under surface – day

Moving slowly through murky water near lagoon bed, seeing mud, twisting roots, reed-stalks, pond-life, dappled sunlight.

EXT. lagoon 3 – DAY

JO (21, lithe, kick-boxer, binoculars clipped to waistband) and BRECKEN (19, Rammstein tee-shirt, tall, scruffy hair over half his face, camera slung round his neck) stand shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by tall reeds, bullrushes, grasses, dead branches; it’s not pretty.

JO
D’you know where the fuck we are.

BRECKEN
I…think I do.

JO
You know the way back?

Brecken shakes his head. He looks at her askance.

BRECKEN
Ever seen ghosts?

Jo is taken aback, half amused half disturbed.

JO
Have you?

BRECKEN
I hear them. Ranger said there’s… things…when the tide rises.

He gestures at the water all around.

JO
You need to *watch out* for psycho fucking ranger. And I need to take a piss.

She moves away through the reeds.

EXT. LAGOON 3 UNDER SURFACE – DAY

A half-buried red toy car eventually comes into view
and a hand plunges in and extracts it, sending up a cloud of dirt, which we watch begin to settle.

The mud bulges very slightly near where the toy was.

EXT. lagoon 3 – day

BRECKEN turns the old toy over in his hands, a growing look of wonder on his face. He gently shakes his head, takes his specs off, puts them in top pocket.

BRECKEN
This is…not possible. Is it?

A momentary flashback of infant hands holding the new toy.

The wind wafts the reeds, Brecken looks around and about, chuckles nervously in near disbelief.

BRECKEN
Jo, this is so insane.

He then begins to looks scared as if remembering something horrible.

Unfamiliar sounds of movement in the reeds and bird calls. He tries to see through the dense reeds, anxiously.

EXT. Lagoon 7

This lagoon is also surrounded with thick vegetation, some dead, overgrown and derelict.

A long sinuous shape slithers just beneath the cloudy water surface.

EXT. LAGOON 3 reeds – DAY

Brecken’s hands part the reeds as he moves through them.

BRECKEN
Jo? Jo, where are you? Jo! I found…something. Something important. Where are you? Jo?

He’s tearful.

BRECKEN
Freakin me out now.

POV moving through reeds and past them.

EXT. Reedbed 4 edge of small clearing – day

JO is squatting over a watery gully, reeds towering close over her. She sighs, irritated.

JO
Hey, stop listening Brecken, you weirdo! What is it, another fat-arse snot-worm?

She looks around nervously, and quickly turns her head at the sound of a disturbance in the reeds on the other side of the clearing.

JO
(muttering)
This was *not* in my contract.

BRECKEN
(distant o.s.)
Jo, please I need to tell you.

JO
(standing up)
What? Look Brecken, if that freak-ranger motherfucker finds us we’re…shit we have to get outta here…where ARE you? If you hear him, Breck…please, run, just run like…

She pulls her pants up, looks towards the sounds again. Then she looks a little lower into the base of the reeds.

JO
(quietly)
What the…what the fuck IS that?

She picks her way gingerly over towards the reeds trying to make it out. Suddenly she stumbles sideways as if tripped.

EXT. reedbed 5 – day

Brecken’s wellied feet splashing through the water, five steps, not straight.

Low shots through and past reeds, grasses, derelict pond, gully of uncertain depth.

EXT. LAGOON 7 REEDS – DAY

A dark muddy shape rises and twists a little, then submerges, leaving a wake.

EXT. REEDbed 5 – DAY

Brecken, panting, meets a dense wall of reeds and turns around, walks back the other way, turns again. He looks around in every direction, completely disorientated.

Sounds of heavy footfall in mud and water; machete chopping.

BRECKEN
(looking at the toy)
Jo? Listen, I think I’m here for a reason. You too.

He breathes heavily.

BRECKEN
You and me, we belong…I mean…both of us.

EXT. LAGOON 7 – DAY

Views into and through reeds and long grasses, very low level and waist level, the reeds move sometimes with the breeze sometimes unnaturally.

A woman’s tortured scream, distant.

BRECKEN (o.s.)
Jo!

A second scream, cut short.

EXT. REEDBED 6 – DAY

Brecken continues his chaotic stumbling through the reeds.
and emerges into edge of clearing and stops at water’s edge.

On the opposite side Jo appears to be coiled up on the ground within the reeds, entirely covered in black and red gunk, face obscured.

Brecken, alarmed, wades over, upset.

BRECKEN
You OK Jo?

She fidgets and uncoils, gets to her feet awkwardly.

JO
(from behind him)
Brecken! Get away from it!”

The GHUULA takes a couple of steps towards him and screams in a distorted lower-register version of Jo’s voice.

UMM GHUULA
*Give me that fucking toy you lil SHIT!*

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