Spec Screenplay/Story Writing Sample: DASH
A tech savvy young loner and all around decent guy, Dash, is dragged into a murder investigation by a young bartender when a body is found after the debut of a strange new band.
WIP - 60 Pages
EXT. ALLEY - EAST KILLS - LATE NIGHT
It’s been snowing. Muffled rock music is playing, a door crashes open and two girls stumble out into the alley. AMBER and AMBER are early 20’s, pixie hair dyed wild colors, tattoos, clothes that are too revealing and fashionable for the weather.
Fuck it’s cold. Hurry up and piss,
I’m not holding this shit forever.
Amber 2 shivers and grips her too small leather jacket around her as the wind whips around her feet. She shuffles to the pile of trash next to the dumpster. Squats and removes her underwear.
Alright, I’m goin. Just look away or something.
Amber 1 turns around and stares into the street, the club noise echoes off the walls of the narrow stone alley. Red and purple neon light creep through the door onto the snow outside. Amber 2 starts to pee.
She picks her nails and stares at the steamy puddle growing between her legs. She edges her ankles out to not get her shoes wet. When the steam clears she sees a discolored hand in the snow poking out from below one of the trash bags.
She stands quickly, underwear still around her ankles and trips, screaming as she hits the ground with a wet splash.
Amber 1 jumps, startled. The door slams behind her. She looks at her friend and starts to laugh until she sees the horror on Amber 2’s face.
Amber 2 is pushing herself back through the snow trying the pull her underwear up.
Amber 1 grabs her by the armpits and helps her up.
It’s a hand.
Amber 2 grabs her friend and pulls her away.
I know, I peed on it.
Come on we have to tell someone.
Amber 1 and Amber 2 head up the alley and around the building in a hurry.
EXT. @STAKE BAR - EAST KILLS - LATE NIGHT- CONT’D.
The Ambers run to the bouncer, DUCK. Duck is tall and broad, wearing a studded leather jacket, black hoodie, grease stained jeans and black boots. He has a hard face and blue eyes, slicked back hair that he battles with a comb in his hip pocket. Donald Duck neck tattoo poking out from his scarf.
Whoa girls, ID’s. Wait. You’re here already.
Where’d you come from?
The Ambers are gasping and talking over one another.
Someone is in the alley… she peed on it..
a body, not a someone.. but the body is a person.
Duck steps back and puts up his hands to calm the girls.
You saying there’s a body in the alley?
And one of you peed on it?
Amber 1 points at Amber 2.
She did. The line was long so we opened
the back door and I kept watch. Then she
screamed, and fell. And that’s when we saw it.
Amber 2 hugs herself and shivers.
I just had to go. It’s in
the trash. Covered by the snow.
Duck exhales and fusses with his hair.
Show me. Then, let’s get inside.
EXT. ALLEY - EAST KILLS - LATE NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
Duck and the Ambers approach the pile of trash. Duck sees the hand poking out of the bottom before the girls can point it out. He stops them from going any further and pulls out his iPhone.
No further. Get inside both
of you. I’m calling the cops.
The Ambers are scared. They start crying.
We didn’t do anything..
Are we in trouble..
I just watched..
What about DNA.. My DNA..
Duck dials 911 and pushes SEND. It rings and transfers him to a hold line.
Girls, inside, you
aren’t in any trouble.
You gotta give a statement.
Hi.. Yes I have an emergency..
The girls head back up the alley and around the corner to the front entrance of @STAKE. Duck paces in the snow and talks to the 911 operator.
A couple of girls at
my bar found a body.
Send the cops…@STAKE, East Kills.
Duck ends the call and puts the phone in his pocket. He lights a cigarette and fusses with his hair.
He stares at the hand poking out from the trash.
INT. @STAKE - BAR - EARLY MORNING
The bar's patrons are gone. Only the police, Duck, The Ambers, and JOSIE THE BARTENDER are inside. The music is off and the lights are on. In the dark and strobing lights the graffiti, fake rock posters, skulls, and Halloween props all look edgy and real. In the light the whole place looks like a hoarder’s garage.
Josie, 20’s, is the bartender. She’s too fucking hip. Platinum blonde hair done up in pin-up girl fashion. Horn rimmed glasses, skin tight pristine blue jeans, plaid top tied above her navel and undone enough to reveal a skull chest piece with a banner across her clavicle, sleeve tattoos of bikini clad girls and mugs of beer, demons, and hearts and stars. She’s a rock ‘n’ roll wet dream.
Josie is being interviewed while she wipes down by DET. BLACK, female homicide detective. She’s got a no nonsense, tough demeanor, dresses like a female cop in a TV show - short hair pulled back, no makeup, mannish clothing.
You see this girl before?
Black places a photo on the bar and slides it across to Josie. It’s of the body out back, now revealed to be a young punk girl. Sprawled on the pavement, torn shirt and plaid skirt, blue hair short and shaved on the sides. Lips and fingers are blue. She’s dirty but not that dirty. Leather jacket still on and spread out under her like folded wings. It almost resembles a high fashion photo.
Josie examines the photo, nonplussed she smacks her gum.
Maybe, lotta kids come in here.
Lot of ‘em look just like that.
Great shot though, who does your photos?
Black rolls her eyes and leans forward.
Come on, have you seen this girl though?
Anybody recently seem out of place?
Anyone especially, you know, weird?
Josie tosses a few glasses in a dishwasher and hits the button. Steam WHOOSHES from a cracked seal.
She leans forward and examines the photo again.
Lotta weirdos in here Detective.
It’s a weird part of town with
a lot of weird shit happening.
She taps the photo and bites her lip.
This though. I think this
band just played here the other night.
On the girl’s jacket in the photo is an assortment of pins. There is a small black and white logo one.
Josie rummages in a folder next to the register. It’s full of flyers, set-lists, guest lists, riders. She pulls one out.
It’s a well made silk screened 8x10. Satanic imagery and cult symbols adorn the thick black card stock. It has three lines of copy on it.
1/13. 12AM. @STAKE
SEE THE AWAKENING.
Thanks for reading a work in progress.