Wilt Act II


Act II   The hurt of every day dreams...

Scene I
Interior_Royal George Theater
Old man
police officer

low shot of them shuffling through hallways and storage areas to a ticket counter with a telephone.  Ramon uses it to call the police and the three sit in a security camera view, possibly through a round mirror.  The old man is standing back rocking on his feet while rubbing his hands.  Ellen is trying not to look up at him but does slowly.  He smiles at her, she immediately feels uncomfortable,

Ellen-     "Thank you for helping us, I thought we were going to die! It was awful."

Man-      "It's no trouble miss, I'm glad he didn't get you"

He says this and grins terribly.  She smiles with hesitance and looks to Ramon as he hangs up the phone.

Ramon-  "They are sending a patrolman to get a description, can you take us to the front to meet them?"

Man-    "Sure can."

The man leads them to the door, where they sit and wait for the officer to come.  Low far shot of them sitting, the shadows being cast on the back walls add visual stimulation.  Ellen looks at Ramon's cut leg, and dresses the would with a piece of beach towel.  The blood is crusted on to Ramon's leg, he is in mild pain, they are both experiencing slight shock, dilated pupils, adrenaline still affecting them. 

External ground level shot of the back door. Shadows move close and two feet walk by, followed by a length of rope and two people tied up being drug behind along the ground, toward the door. 

The man is in a back room with water running, he is bent over a sink, and he starts to shake, his arm jerking back, and spitting up foam in the sink.
cue intense music.

Police car pulls up in front of building.  The lights shine past, lighting up the couple's eyes.  They get up and meet the officer at the door. 

Shot of a creaked open door in a dark room with a closeup of an object dripping, with the creaked door and a flashlight jerkily shining into the room.  The dripping makes a noise but is only a precursor to build-up of mechanical heartbeat sound.  Door bursts and light fills screen. 

high shot of couple talking to police in doorway.  Officer writing down and Ramon with his arm around Ellen.  Then to shot of taillight moving forward/Ellen and Ramon returning to the theater. 

Ellen-    I have to use the bathroom

Ramon-   where did that man go?

They walk back from the doors toward a restroom sign. 

Shot of eye in burlap sack, covering head. The opening eye of one of the bodies drug into the theater earlier.  Shot of a body shaking around in the dark, next to another body. 

Back to Ellen and Ramon near the bathrooms.

Ramon-   You use the bathroom and I will go call us a cab

Ellen-    don't leave me here alone this place is creepy

Ramon-  it will take two seconds, don't worry you are safe

Ellen walks quickly to the restroom while Ramon goes to the telephone.

Burlap sack slides across floor pushing the rope out.  Struggling until she frees her hand finally, and reaching for the sack and ripping it off, taking deep breaths after removing the gag from her mouth.  She is hysterical as she frees her other hand and lunges for the other body. 

Scene 2

Interior Royal George
Time-very early morning
Rat trap man
Dark Figure Man

Photo booth pictures of the Dark figure flip past the screen creating a warping, moving face. 
Immediate transition to bathroom floor.  black drips creep down from the ceiling slowly.  The door opens and it shrinks back as Ellen enters. 
Ramon walks back to find the telephone and hears something from a distance.  He walks out into an open area

Ramon-    Hello?

He walks forward, and looks down.  He sees two thin wet trails on the ground, and hears a girls voice from the room they come out from.  He walks toward the room slowly.  Close up shot of feet walking.  He puts his hand on the handle.  He twists slowly, he begins to push, and it slams open, and a man screams as he jumps out with a fire ax and drives it into Ramon's skull. Ramon falls backwards, Jacob pukes on top of the body.
 Chimes ring, and long creaking sounds rise.  Ellen hears a noise and walks quickly from the bathroom, evading the unseen black drips. 

Ellen-     "Ramon"

She walks to where she had thought the phone was, in the darkness she sees a figure, as she gets closer her heart drops, Ramon has been killed with an axe.  She runs to him and looks away from the disfigured head, she sobs

The old man appears half in the light, with blazing red eyes.  Ellen screams as she sees him and turns to run.  He is too fast and touches her arm, as he makes contact, that half of her body starts to rip away, the screen is blurring with static and corrupt data. 

The dark figure walks the theater.  with blazing eyes.

Sarah and Jacob are working their way to the door, Jacob is carrying the axe, Sarah is hiding behind a candle holder.  They hear a scream from behind them, while their heads are turned a man walks between them and the doors in the distance, it immediately starts walking forward. 


Wilt Act 1

Dust and light shine on cement walls. flashes of projector showing old film of woman dancing(16mm-videotape).  Close ups of woman's face, warp with black swirl, like rot and wet ink.  When the woman turns in the projection, dust in the room swirls.  Flash, she is bowing,  flowers are being thrown to her.  Flash, shaky camera and dead womans face, corrodes and flies cover projection. Zoom out from black insects to reveal them as a huge pattern covering the white of an eye. 
"Wilt" fades in and out shades of gray.

Scene 1
Exterior- beach
Time- sunset
Ellen - Female Early 20's
Roman- Male Early 20's

Couple plays tic tac toe in the sand.  Sky is underexposed and dark, people overexposed.  Between long pauses of silence and projector noise coming in slowly to build mood.  A close up of each reveals the following dialogue:

Ellen  " well would you believe he is wearing that out here" (points finger in distance)

wide shot showing Roman look away, cut shot to Ellen writing in another X and looking up quickly

Roman  (looking at Ellen) "what are you talking about"

Ellen " I don't know, he looked like an Amish guy on a Segway"

Roman " He must feel like Marty Mcfly"

Move to couple laughing together after Ellen puts a line through her diagonal X's.  film stretches and melts into new footage, in night vision mode, fire lighting the couple laying together, sped up footage of background of day, night, sun and moon passing overhead, coupled with stop motion foreground of the barely moving couple.  Taped over 3 days at least.

Scene 2

Time-still dark early morning
Dark Figure

Out of the night comes a dark figure with a pale mouth and  grimy clothes.  Waves splash behind him in the darkness.  Key low instrumentals that sound faintly of projectors and humming appliances, factory machinery, only bring to a dull hum, as the dark man approaches the sleeping couple.  His knife glimmers, speckled with rust or residue.  He creeps in the sand, waiting for the fall of the waves to mask his sound.  He gets close to the couple, close enough to strike, he smiles

straight to black

backward playing footage of snake skin pattern looping/painted numbers and symbols/ faces from magazine illustrations morphing into real people/scary head

straight to black

camera pulls back from Ellen's mouth as she wakes up and sees the dark figure above them.

straight to white

drop camera down from beaming over saturated sun, shoot entirely in first person small child's point of view, looking at his father, intersperse with dark woods at night, as the child looks at the father the father sticks his tongue out, where every 15 seconds or so the flashes of dark forest are intense and show a dark scarecrow figure advancing.

Zoom out from Ramon's eye and keep camera steadily in front of his face as he goes through motions of fighting and disarming the creature as he had woken up scared out of his mind. Ramon kicks the man and notices his leg is cut, he grabs Ellen and they run away.

Out on the street Ramon tries his phone as it flickers on and off.  He looks around and sees the trail end of something go in a door,

Ramon - "Hey! can you help us out, we need the police!"

Ramon starts to run down an alley way, Ellen hesitantly grabs his arms and then follows after he gives her an irritated glance.  Ramon leads her down the alleyway.  As they get to the end they see a tall man in coveralls.  He is hunched as he walks and tall, a close-up shows his hand sliding something dark and matted into his pocket, he turns as he is being waved down by the couple, Ellen loses steps and slows as they approach,

Ramon - Sir may we use your phone to call the police

Man- oh well uh what for

Ramon- my girlfriend and I were just attacked by a man with a knife, please we must call them now!

Man- oh well ok

The man raises his rubber gloved hand to the door, and as they go in, the man trails, pulling off his gloves and laying down a bloody rat trap in the alleyway.


I asked them if we were growing cold and stale

No one stares down the barrel of death's gun quite like you.  No sir.
Remember when we thought we might have died already.  The night in the black van with tinted windows and stolen plates, as we sat and waited to rob Fat Teddy's crew in Barcelona?  The driver worked for them and almost executed us right there, but u remembered him at the last minute.  You remembered him from the shoot out in Monte Carlo.  I still eat at that outdoor bistro.  I have images of shattered glass and spilled wine that glide past my mind when I am sitting there waiting, enjoying the cool breeze.  Hope you rest in peace.


lame duck

I'm tired of glazing over old ideas.  I don't know where to start, or where it ends.  I'm sad like someone who has lost something very dear to the heart and irreplaceable, and I don't know why.  I have held few things dearly.  I think I may hold my self or my life dearly, but not covet.  Never forever is over for me.

the repression that results in obsession

gold coin lay flat shadow slide slowly
money sign sign your check endorse here say
open sesame work work slave shallow
split coal load shovel to insanity

I see the glimmer of the green light on the pictures I make, and take from life's strange destinations and situations.  I inhale and sometimes forget that I have to breathe, but I always know I can bleed.  Maybe I shouldn't live like this, I think, in squalor and sorrow.  maybe I'm making up for what I lost before, lost or gave away.  Sometimes I wish god was rooting for me, sometimes maybe he is or was.  Maybe he exists but it's hard to differentiate between a pure thought and bullshit. I think my coping medicine is to run.  Not from a fight in the parks or roads and fields of screams, but in the mind.
I fall in love around 3 times a day, love at first sight.  Imagination quickly creates anticipation as i wait.
old it steady
don't get ready
pace set to cause pain and panting
heavy moans come from lit up homes
and in the darkness people are still happy, content, falling apart trying to be
or just not worrying
I think therefore I am depressed
I think therefore I am alone
I think therefore I amend my morals all the time
I want to be a fighting shadow a little black figure in the blind mans sight
I want it to be tomorrow, it seems today never comes out right


oh my my feeling
sensations soul
provoking through unseen depravity play the part
be one, many one any one but me
ok ok now settle down its all fine when we can see a little , a critical separation from my seam seems to be that
nothing can satisfy statistically
open hand open soul foul mouthed and willing to scroll to droll along
sinister mister long
for better or worseeeeee
not feeling so hot
gray light blue
and dull, the quickest sickness to take it's fiery toll,   fuck you, i won u
i oen little or nothing, liggle or nothing , little or shallow style simplistic thought provoke distant such sought shot alone disgraced my oh how i am feeling alone
oh how i break the ozone, oh how I cry this is so alone, so outgrown, so sunstroked and windblown
a goldfish slips into your water filthy slaves, fuck you we own you


last night

i don't think twice when I fall for all those tricky little scams
blond, brown, black and blues as I shuffle to the noose I won't ever be free
from the bottom of the bottle to the sick shift cold coma satisfaction find me
no fees no interest inside of me a cold still grin and eyes that just won't fade
beyond the little spaces the places in between, lost and found traveling build bridge gotta get away


a recipe for dying alone

mix one part human
one part jesus
one part rock and roll music
one part scratch and scrape
one part limited vision
one part pushing away from the shore

knead until hard as rock

bake at 98.5 degrees until golden black

wake up feeling lost

wake up without anything

no friends, and even fewer lovers

drink something strong

drink alone

sleep with fingers crossed

sleep fully clothed in hot summer air

unconditioned, disparity

linger hope longer, i misunderstand everyone
i feel like I am not what anyone wants
I feel like my stab into history is too dark

brutally we are in control
uselessly jaw drop kiss sweet sun


too often behind

when in the gears
i love her dearly
first sight best sight
lost sight grabbed but didn't hold on
then he came along
i was still there hidden
kiss you on the merry-go-round
reminds me of the time as well, as did the earthy smell
the carnival, and we drank and we had drank before
and everything felt the same, same lovesickstruck anxiety calm comfort

same slithery blithery bullshit between feelings, deep and nostalgic
too nostalgic in fact, i get time travel sick,
relish and regret
smooth exhausted hands, and eyes, oh they have been dazed for days by the backlit nightline screen

how do you describe a smile
a glance and away
how do you tell the sensation that i bring and you bring fizzling with chemical relief
the shiver spine that my song brings


on the confusion of conformity

liquor, music, saturated discrepancies lying dying pitiful serenity in simplicity madness and impossibilities roam, faded trains change line gone with the windows and snow bank blind
she lifted me up and damaged me inside, my kite will one day fly I'll say
traced in fine ink on fine paper crouched in corners bad behavior
going through the motions like a drunken fighter
like a trained systematic violent instigator, the traitor to the heart and the mind
the plus minus plus minus pin chest, pin head state of mind
though you succeed and man can not be defined by the line of work to determine his worth
we have spilt forth on violent earth with no verse to be checked or manual to rely on
faith is a fateful notion, while I live susceptible to the actions of the people
while i live grounded, down, earthen disguise demise deep fried enjoyment
blitz, bombardment, building up and ripping down
fall, ceiling.  And as the dust settles I see the shade of war, it is ash...