| Horror and Thriller Script
posted April 4, 2021
A sensitive and damaged stagehand dreams of playing Macbeth
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.
EXT. LONDON - WESTMINSTER ABBEY - NIGHT
Westminster Abbey is still lit up but quiet. Two tourists snap photos of each other as a flower vendor closes up his cart for the evening. Two girls pass by the flower stand as he offers them each a rose. They smile and move along.
EXT. LONDON - THE LYCEUM THEATRE
A few patrons mill about in front of the theatre. They smoke and chat in front of a sign that reads “The Lyceum Theatre presents Richard Rasmussen as Macbeth” The front door opens as SULLIVAN “SULLY” MARSHALL (early 30s) a STAGEHAND, peaks his head out the front entrance, waves to the patrons and exits into the building.
INT. LYCEUM THEATRE LOBBY
Sully locks the door and shoves the keys in his fanny pack. The chime of Big Ben gongs deeply. Sully gallops into the theatre, muttering under his breath.
INT. LYCEUM THEATRE
Sully runs up and down the aisles of the theatre, in a burst of abandoned delight. He jumps onto the stage, picks up a prop sword and pretends he is dueling. He picks up a broom and sweeps the stage. His muttering becomes audible.
“Two truths are told, as happy prologues to the swelling act of the imperial theme--“
Sully looks down and sees a rat tugging at his pant cuff.
“I thank you, gentlemen!” What’s up Horatio?
He pries Horatio from his leg and holds the rat up to his face.
Can’t play now. Got to get ready for the show.
He puts Horatio on the floor and takes out a handful of kibble from his pocket, which Horatio devours. Dust from the broom flies into the air.
“Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill, why hath it given me earnest of success...”
Horatio jumps up and lands on Sully’s shoulder. Another rat scampers onto the stage and stares at Sully.
Hullo, Ophelia! Where you been, girl?
Sully gives her some kibble. Ophelia jumps onto Sully’s other shoulder and joins Horatio.
Friends, I have to get the stage ready!
The rats scamper off. Sully runs into the wings. Ophelia and Horatio look at one another. They move their mouths into what appears to be a smile as their eyes turn blood red. They run off.
EXT. THEATRE DRESSING ROOM
The placard on the door reads “Richard Rasmussen”. Sully pulls out an index card that reads “Sullivan Marshall” surrounded by gold stars-the kind teachers give to children in grammar school. He sighs, then puts the card back in his pocket.
INT. DRESSING ROOM
Sully enters the room. He sets down some props on the actor’s dressing table then looks into the mirror. He takes a seat in front of the mirror and starts to put on some stage make up from the actor’s make up kit. He does vocal warm ups as he plays around.
Are you copper bottoming ‘em, my man? No! I’m aluminiuming ‘em, mum! Are you....you, you, you...Mu, mu, mu...ma, ma, maaaaaaaaaaa!
Sully stares ahead and laughs. He looks into the mirror and sees the shadow of a woman over his shoulder.
The shadow becomes the calming presence of DAISY MARSHALL. She sits down next to Sully and caresses his cheek.
I always believed in you, Sully. You’re my best boy. Story time was our favorite, eh?
Sully smiles and takes her hands.
We played all the parts, mum! I was Tiny Tim and you were-
The Ghost of Christmas Happy.
Sully looks up again and sees another shadow. It is a smoky reddish brown.
I’m scared, mummy.
It’s alright, love. He just needs to have his gin and a bit of supper. Mummy’s here to protect you.
The shadow becomes the figure of Sully’s father, OLIVER MARSHALL. He glares at Sully and Daisy.
Let’s sing! “All I want is a room somewhere!”
“Far away form the cold night air!”
Oliver grabs Daisy by the hair and pulls her head back.
I told you it’s unnatural what you do with the boy! Yer making him into a fairy, you stupid bitch!
Oliver bashes Daisy’s head on the floor.
Oliver pulls out a Swiss Army Knife. Sully screams. Oliver vanishes. Sully looks at his hands. They are covered in blood. He looks into the mirror and speaks the following with great speed and ferocity.
“If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly: if the assassination
could trammel up the consequence, and catch with his surcease success; that but this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here, but here, upon this bank and shoal of time...”
Sully looks at his hands again. The blood is gone. Big Ben chimes seven gongs.
“By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.”
He removes the makeup with a rag and quickly leaves the dressing room.
To be continued...
I am an actor, and the theatre is my first love. Horror seemed an appropriate genre to morph The Scottish Play and an awkward stagehand together in this fever dream I came up with.
and 2 member cents.
This is the first of three installments in this short screenplay.
Couple technical notes:
All stage directions are italicized
A slash / means both characters are speaking
The quotes represent lines from ShakespeareÃ???Ã??Ã?Â¢??s tragedy, Ã???Ã??Ã?Â¢??MacbethÃ???Ã??Ã?Â¢??
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