Note: This is the synthesis. See scene by scene analysis here
|Characters||8.3||63||Thor: 8.2||Good Will Hunting: 8.3|
|Dialogue||7.6||46||Shaun of the Dead: 7.5||get out: 7.6|
|Concept||7.7||39||Community: 7.6||get out: 7.7|
|Emotional Impact||7.1||35||Suits: 7.0||Good Will Hunting: 7.1|
|Conflict Level||6.7||19||Mind Hunter: 6.6||get out: 6.7|
|Overall||7.9||13||Mind Hunter: 7.8||heathers : 7.9|
|Plot||7.5||13||As good as it gets: 7.4||get out: 7.5|
|Story Content||Character Development||Scene Elements||Audience Engagement|
|Scene Number||Full Analysis||Tone||Overall Grade||Concept||Plot||Characters||Character Changes||Conflict||High stakes||Story forward||Emotional Impact||Dialogue|
|1||Stalked by a Driver in Suburbia||8||9||8||7||0||10||0||0||9||7|
|2||Morning in Chris' Bedroom||8||7||7||9||0||3||0||0||6||8|
|3||Road Trip Banter||7||6||6||8||0||4||0||0||4||7|
|4||Deer Collision and Police Encounter||7||6||6||8||0||7||0||0||6||7|
|6||Unpacking and Touring||7||6||7||8||0||3||0||0||5||6|
|8||Outdoor Patio Get-Together||7||6||7||8||0||4||0||0||6||7|
|9||Dinner table conversation||8||7||7||9||0||3||0||0||6||8|
|10||Chris has a close call||8||7||8||8||0||7||0||0||5||7|
|11||Caught in the act||8||7||8||9||0||6||0||0||7||8|
|13||In the Sunken Place||8||9||7||8||0||9||0||0||7||8|
|14||Hypnotized and Hostility||8||7||8||8||0||3||0||0||3||8|
|15||Awkward Conversations and Racial Tensions||8.5||7||8||8||0||6||0||0||7||9|
|17||Chris meets Jim Hudson and plays badminton||7||7||6||8||0||5||0||0||6||7|
|19||Hypnotism and Prejudice||8||9||6||9||0||6||0||0||8||8|
|21||Seizure or Possession?||7||8||7||6||0||8||0||0||7||8|
|22||Chris and Rose's Heart-to-Heart||8||7||8||9||0||4||0||0||9||8|
|23||Discovering Rose's Secret||8||9||8||7||0||7||0||0||8||7|
|24||The Family Confrontation||8.5||9||8||9||0||9||0||0||8||8|
|25||The Abyss and The Screen||8||8||8||7||0||10||0||0||8||7|
|26||Rod tells Detective LaToya about Chris||7||7||7||8||0||6||0||0||5||6|
|27||The Search for Chris||9||10||9||8||0||10||0||0||8||9|
|28||The Coagula Procedure||8.5||8||8||9||0||7||0||0||9||7|
I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God,
to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and
acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be
conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of
your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will
of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.
EXT. SUBURBAN - NIGHT
ANDRE, 29, an African-American man walks down the sidewalk
talking on his phone.
Hey. I’m trying to figure out what
kind of sick individual would name
a street Evergreen Way a half a
mile from and “Evergreen Lane.”
Oh shit. You’re at Evergreen Lane?
Took me long enough to figure that
shit out too. Now I’m walking
through creepy confusing-ass
I’m serious though. I’m out here
like a sore thumb and shit.
Stay put; we’ll come get you.
No, I’m like 10 minutes away now.
I’m good. I need a drink, but I’m
Okay. Sorry baby. I’ll make it up
I’m gonna hold you to that, too.
See you in a minute.
Andre hangs up.
Andre stops. He looks down the street behind him. It’s dark
and empty. Andre looks up the street in front of him; A
vintage creme-colored Porsche with tinted windows and a roof
A dog barks.
The car does a u-turn behind him. It now CREEPS up on the
street behind Andre. It’s following him.
INT. SPORTS CAR - CONTINUOUS
Drivers’s POV watching Andre. His BREATH ECHOES deep and
tinny as if were into a coffee can. Through the car’s system
we hear the song “Run Rabbit Run.”
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - CONTINUOUS
Andre, feeling followed, stops and turns. The car stops. He
waves at the unseen DRIVER obscured by reflection of the
streetlight on the windshield. There is no response. The
ENGINE PURRS. The song “Run Rabbit Run” is playing from
Andre peers through the windshield but can’t see through the
reflection of the street lamp.
Nothing. Sketchy. Andre resumes walking; the car follows
(under his breath)
This is some shit right here...
After a beat of walking.
Andre turns around and begins walking in the other direction.
INT. SPORTS CAR - CONTINUOUS
Driver’s POV. Andre walks.
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - CONTINUOUS
Andre hears the song “Run Rabbit Run” more clearly now. Andre
turns back to the car it’s sitting in the street where he
left it. He walks into the street and peers to get a better
angle. The driver’s side car door is open.
What the fuck?
Andre turns back to the curb and the DRIVER, in a black
knight’s helmet, steps towards him and quickly wraps him up
in a rear naked choke hold. Andre struggles but soon passes
out. The phone drops to the floor. HE is dragged to the trunk
of the car.
The driver plops Andre in the padded trunk. He gets in his
car and drives off.
EXT. CITY- DAWN
The sun rises over the city. Autumn. Beautiful.
INT. CITY APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - MORNING
We move slowly through the small but clean apartment. The
walls are decorated with striking urban photography. A SHOWER
INT. CITY APARTMENT - BATHROOM - MORNING
CHRIS WASHINGTON, 24, a handsome African-American man shuts
the medicine cabinet. He’s shirtless and naturally athletic.
He scrutinizes his reflection with a touch of vanity.
INT. CITY APARTMENT - BATHROOM - MORNING
Chris spreads shaving cream onto his face and shaves. He
postures a little then nicks himself on the neck. He smirks;
INT. CITY APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - MORNING
Chris, clothed, looks out his window through a professional
camera. He flips through some striking urban images on the
digital display much like the ones framed around his
apartment. He is a very talented photographer.
Sid, a small dog, watches him. The BUZZER RINGS.
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - ELEVATOR
Rose rides in the elevator. The doors open.
Rose walks down the hallway with her hands full. She has two
coffees and two bags of pastries. Chris opens the door. Rose
stands outside the apartment. Chris smirks.
I know. I couldn’t decide...
He takes the coffee tray and pulls her inside. They kiss and
shut the door.
INT. CITY APARTMENT - CHRIS’ BEDROOM - DAY
Chris packs a small bag of luggage. Rose lays on the bed.
Rose eats a chocolate croissant. SID lays by her on the bed.
She strokes him. It’s a perfect morning.
Rose notices Chris is being cagey.
Chris packs in silence for a moment.
What? Where’d you go?
Do the know I’m black?
No. Why? Should they?
Seems like you might wanna mention
Right. You mean like “Mom, Dad, my
black boyfriend and I are coming up
for the weekend”? He’s African
American, but I hope you can
Chris, being teased, pulls Rose by the ankle and gets on top
You said I’m the first black guy
you’d ever dated.
I’m just sayin’ this is uncharted
territory for them. I don’t wanna
get chased off the lawn with a gun.
Rose embraces him and pulls him to the bed.
Dude, seriously. My dad would’ve
legit voted for Obama a third time
if he could’ve. Yes, he will want
to talk to you about it, and that
will be embarrassing as fuck, but
it’s just cause he’s lame.
There are a lot of maddening things
about them but they’re not racist.
Chris nods amused, but isn’t totally convinced.
And my mom loves Idris Elba.
Oh, why didn’t you say so?
He holds her. He kisses her cheek. She raises her phone and
takes a selfie of them.
Oh, sneak attack!
They roll around playfully.
INT. CITY APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Chris and Rose stand by the front door about to leave. Rose
blows Sid a kiss.
They almost leave, but at the last second goes to turn the TV
on for Sid. He rubs Sid’s head briefly.
Rod’ll be by soon. Love you.
They leave. Sid watches a commercial for the United Negro
The United Negro College Fund. A
mind is a terrible thing to waste.
EXT. RURAL ROAD - BIRD’S-EYE VIEW - DAY
We soar over Rose’s Car as it drives through the beautiful
countryside; a road flanked by woods.
Rose hums. Chris, in the passengers seat, looks through his
camera at the passing trees. He snaps a test shot. Chris
picks up a fast food wrapper from the floor of the car and
tosses it in the backseat.
I can’t believe they even let you
in a Hospital.
I’m very sanitary at work.
How long has it been?
Since I’ve been up here? I don’t
know. A few years? My dad grew up
here. We used to come up every
summer to visit my grandparents.
Since they died, my parents
basically moved here.
Chris takes out a cigarette sneakily. Rose grabs it promptly.
Chris holds out his hand for it. He’s played this game
She poses sexy with it.
Is this hot? Do I look hot?
I’m a grown man. If I say I want a
cigarette, I should be able to--
She opens the window and throws it out and closes the window.
Okay, so that’s like a dollar. You
basically just threw a dollar out
Rose takes a crumpled dollar out of her purse.
Hold on, I gotta call Rod.
Chris takes out his phone.
EXT. AIRPORT - DEPARTURES TERMINAL - DAY
ROD WILLIAMS, 26, African American, a stocky TSA agent smokes
a cigarette and hides it from arriving passengers. His cell
NT. ROSE’S CAR - DAY
Chris sits in the passenger seat and talks on the cell phone.
Hey, You at work?
Yeah. Chris, tell me this. How I’m
gonna get in trouble for pattin’
down an old lady. It’s standard
procedure!I got fuckin’ Gary out
here thinkin’ just because a bitch
elderly, she can’t hijack an
Watch, the next 9/11 is gonna be on
some geriatric shit too.
Look, man; Thanks for watching Sid
this weekend. Remember, no human
food; he’s got IBS.
You actually think I forgot that
shit? Damn ‘C’, I’m hurt. Give your
boy a little credit. I don’t forget
shit, you do.
Yeah, yeah. Alright.
Apology accepted. How’s ‘Lil Miss
She’s good. She’s drivin’--
Rose holds out her hand. Chris reluctantly turns on the
Whattup girl? Hey listen, you
better bring my boy back in one
I don’t even know what that means
but yes, I promise.
You know you picked the wrong guy
It’s not too late for us is it?
Chris turns the speaker phone back off.
Okay, get your own girl.
Damn, I never seen you like this.
Meeting the family? What does she
lick your balls or something?
Goodbye, Rod. I’ll kick you some
cash when I get back.
I don’t need your money, just get
your girl to introduce me to one of
her ball-lickin’ girlfriends, and
You better not come back all bougie
Chris hangs up. He gives Rose a look.
What..? Settle down. You know I’m
Rose pokes Chris. He’s clearly very ticklish.
After a brief standoff they begin a tickle fight.
Stop! I’m driving.
Chris pulls away. After a moment...
You started it--
A shadow darts across the hood of the car. It’s hind legs
SMACK the hood of the car with a loud THWAT-THWAT!
The deer is propelled into the woods like a pinwheel. The car
screeches to a halt. The passenger’s side mirror swings
dangling off it’s mount. Chris and Rose breathe hard for a
few moments of shock.
Yeah. That scared the shit out of
Rose and Chris get out of the car and inspect the damage. The
right headlight is busted and a scratch in the paint leads
across the hood to the right rearview mirror which hangs
Chris looks back in the direction of the collision.
What are you doing?
I don’t know... See if it’s okay?
Chris walks a few more steps then stops. He rethinks.
Maybe it’s gone--
A guttural, almost human, moan OF PAIN comes from in the
trees behind them. They watch the woods in horror.
Chris walks back towards the haunting wail. It stops.
Chris motions for Rose to stay. He keeps walking towards the
thicket about 40 Ft behind the car. Something breathes deep
in the bushes.
Chris gathers his courage and steps off the road into the
dark thicket. He peers through the bushes. The deer lays
there gasping for air and watching him with a black wet eye.
Chris is transfixed.
EXT. RURAL ROAD - DAY
A cop car is now pulled up behind Rose’s car. OFFICER FROSTY -
Caucasian - 33 stands near the deer on the road behind.
Another officer, OFFICER RYAN - 40 - Caucasian, speaks with
Rose who stands by the open driver’s side door. Chris sits
lightly on the hood facing forward lost in thought.
INT. ROSE’S CAR - CONTINUOUS
Rose rummages through her messy purse.
So, in the future the number to
call is Animal Control Services.
Right. Thanks. Here it is!
Rose finally pulls her driver’s license from her purse. The
Officer looks at it and over at Chris.
You two coming up from the city?
Yeah. My parents live in the Lake
Pontaco area. We’re up here for the
Sir..? Can I see your license?
Oh... yeah. I have a state I.D.
He wasn’t driving?
I didn’t ask if he was driving, I
asked to see his I.D.
(to Officer Ryan)
But why? It doesn’t make any sense.
Chris offers Officer Ryan his I.D.
No, fuck that. He shouldn’t have to
show you his I.D. because he hasn’t
done anything wrong.
Baby. It’s okay--
Ma’am, any time there is an
incident we have the right to--
There is a tense silence. Officer Ryan gives up. Not worth
the trouble. Officer Ryan’s walkie chimes in.
Everything alright up there
He presses his walkie button.
Yeah, I’m all good.
(to Chris and Rose)
You guys drive safe.
Rose and Chris get into their car.
OFFICER RYAN (CONT’D)
Get that headlight fixed... And the
EXT. RURAL ROAD - DAY
Bird’s eye view. The car winds through a thickly wooded road.
INT. ROSE’S CAR - AFTERNOON
Chris sits in the passenger’s seat deep in thought. He
watches Rose with a new pride. Rose notices.
That was hot.
I’m not gonna let anyone mess with
I see that.
The woods give way to an huge clearing. A lovely medium-sized
home sits in the middle. Thick forest surrounds the estate.
The property is charming and isolated; no other houses in
As they drive past the large front lawn passing WALTER,
African American 35, who trims hedges. Walter is tall and
wears a gardening hat. He works slowly and methodically. Rose
waves as they pass.
Walter waves back.
EXT. ARMITAGE ESTATE - MOMENTS LATER
Having parked, Rose and Chris approach the front door with
their luggage. Rose rummages through her bag.
Where are my stupid keys...? I just
had them in my hand.
Chris RINGS the DOORBELL. Touché.
FOOTSTEPS. The door swings open revealing...
DEAN ARMITAGE, 59, a tall, barrel-chested WASP. Dean is a
well educated man with a poor social filter and a bad case of
Dad humor. He is the kind of guy who pronounces garbage, Gar-
And... MISSY ARMITAGE, 56, is poised, warm and beautiful. She
exudes patience and intelligence. Missy can read people like
books. She’s a perfectly attentive host.
Rose hugs her parents.
There she is! Hello sweetheart.
Chris stands there awkwardly.
Chris, this my Mom and my Dad. Mom,
Dean holds his hand out.
You can call me Mr. Armitage.
Of course. I--
Got him. Come here.
Dean grabs Chris’ hand and pulls him in for a bear hug.
We hug around here, my Man. Call me
Rose rolls her eyes with love. She’s already embarrassed.
(to Rose) Nice to meet you.
Your father’s very excited.
Hi, I’m Missy, welcome to our home.
Missy shakes Chris’ hand warmly.
Yes, Come in! Make yourselves
The four enter the house. Walter watches from afar. He slowly
turns and goes back to work.
INT. ARMITAGE HOME - FOYER - CONTINUOUS
The interior is homey and eccentric; worldly and interesting.
(to Rose and Chris)
How was the ride in?
We hit a deer.
Oh no! Is it dead?
That’s horrible. Are you guys
Yeah. It just fruck us out.
“Fruck?” That’s a good one.
It came out of nowhere. We got it
You know what I say: One down... a
few hundred thousand to go.
Dean. So awful.
What?! They’re everywhere; like
rats. The threat they pose to the
ecology is pretty serious stuff.
I’m sure that was traumatic for
you. You two must be exhausted.
Yeah, a little.
So how long have you guys been a
She’s right, I’m wrong.
‘Atta boy, Chris. Get used to
Anyway, let me give you the grand
Slow down. We just got here.
Let them unload their bags first.
Yeah, yeah. Alright. Well, hurry.
Rose and Chris take their bags upstairs.
INT. ARMITAGE HOUSE - ROSE’S BEDROOM - DAY
Rose’s old room is a cross between a young-minded teenage
girl... (a stuffed lion, ballerina music box etc) and a
moodier more rebellious teen. A window overlooks the front
Rose and Chris place their bags down. She starts unpacking.
I was never this clean.
Chris looks at some pictures posted on her dresser.
What? Oh, they’re great.
I told you.
He sees a picture of Rose in high school on stage in a
production of ‘The Crucible.'
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Is this
Where did you find that. I hate
Rose takes it from him and puts it in the closet.
I didn’t know you were a drama kid.
There’s a lot you don’t know about
Rose grabs Chris by the belt and pulls him to the bed on top
of her. They kiss. She goes for his fly.
Wait, what about the tour?
Rose looks at him like “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Chris
What? I want to be respectful.
INT. ARMITAGE DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - DAY
Dean and Chris walk and look at pictures on the wall. Rose in
the living room.
Dean opens the door to the office. He and Chris stand
outside the door as Dean reaches in to turn on the lights.
In front of the desk, two comfortable-looking chairs face
each other. Books line the walls. Dean and Chris don’t enter.
Missy’s office. She takes
appointments in there.
Nice. She’s a therapist, right?
Psychiatrist, yeah. Turns out
people up here are just as messed
up in the head as they were in the
Chris zones in on a photograph taken in the 90’s in front of
the Armitage house. Dean and Missy are younger, and Rose and
her brother Jeremy are kids. Roman and Josie Armitage, the
grandparents stand in the middle.
That’s my Son Jeremy.
I’ve heard stories.
He went through a couple dark spots
but came out the other side just
fine. He’s in Med school like his
pops. You’ll meet him later.
They pass Rose who’s on her phone in the living room. She
gives him an “Told you this would be boring” look.
We pop around quite a bit; always
seem to bring some new little
treasure back from wherever.
They move down the hallway to a black and white framed
picture of a 25 year old man posing in the starting position
for a race.
Oh you’ll like this. My dad’s claim
to fame. He was beat out by Jessie
Owens in the qualifying round for
the Berlin Olympics in ‘36. That’s
the one where--
--Owens won in front of Hitler.
Talk about a perfect moment in
history. There’s Hitler on his high
horse with his perfect Aryan race,
and here comes this black fella to
prove him wrong in front of the
world. What a moment.
Tough break for your Dad though.
He almost got over it.
INT. ARMITAGE HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY
Dean and Chris continue their walk-through. The kitchen is
homey and pristine. It has a distinctly grandmotherly vibe.
GEORGINA (30), African American, stands in the middle of the
kitchen cleaning the center island and smiling like she’s
been waiting for them.
My mother loved her kitchen, so we
kept a piece of her in here.
Oh, Georgina, this is Chris; Rose’s
“Garbahge” goes under the sink. But
now for the piece de resistance...
Dean opens the glass back door.
The yard is huge and the woods beyond it ominous. The wind
RUSHES through the trees. Dean leads Chris out through the
yard towards a gazebo.
Smell that...? Space! I love it.
I’m tellin’ you, the nearest house
is practically on the other side of
the lake. It’s total privacy out
Chris is distracted by Walter who prepares the lawn mower in
I know what you’re thinking.
Chris looks at him.
White family; black servants. Total
I wasn’t gonna go there.
You didn’t have to. Trust me, I
know. We hired them a few years ago
to help care for my parents;
they’re like part of the family
now. Couldn’t bear to let them go.
I hate the way it looks though...
Yeah, I know what you mean.
And by the way, I would’ve voted
for Obama a third term if I
could’ve. Best president in my
lifetime. Hands down.
Dean, Missy, Chris and Rose sit with iced teas. Missy stirs
sugar into hers. Walter mows in the distance. Dean views
pictures on Chris’ camera.
Wow. Look at that. Isn’t that
He shows Missy a particularly cool photo.
Gorgeous. Just gorgeous.
I love this one.
Dean turns the camera around and it’s a beautiful picture of
That was taken the day we met.
I was volunteering at the blood
How long ago was that?
So...? Are you guys in love or
We’ve been trying to take it slow
Chris blushes. He looks at Rose. Rose can’t help but smile.
Wouldn’t that be wonderful.
And what do your parents do?
My Dad was never really in the
picture. My mom passed away when I
was 11... Hit and run.
How did she die?
Hit and Run.
Oh, that’s awful. Sorry to hear that.
So young too.
--Actually I don’t remember a whole
lot from that time.
It’s okay. We don’t need to talk
Missy stirs her glass. The spoon hits the side of the glass
creating a small...
TING TING TING TING
Chris and Missy share a comforting look. They have an
Chris scratches the table nervously. Missy notices.
You smoke Chris?
This is why I stopped bringing guys
It’s okay, I’m not judging.
Ugly habit though. You should have
Missy take care of that for you.
Hypnosis. She’s developed her own
system. It works like a charm.
Oh. Wow. Um...
Believe it or not, some people
don’t want strangers all up in
I thought the whole thing was bull
shit too. I smoked for 15 years.
She puts me under once, now the
sight one makes me wanna vomit.
Fall back, Dean.
I’m good, actually. Thank you
Of course. I’m available for the
next two days if you change your
Georgina brings the pitcher of iced tea around and refills
everyone’s glass. She smiles and avoids eye contact.
Smoker or not, we’re just glad you
could join us for the big get-
Oh shit. That’s this weekend?
What’s the get-together?
Rose’s grandfather’s party.
My Dad threw a shindig for his
friends once a year. Bocce ball,
It’s basically a bunch of rich old
people playing lawn games. Why
didn’t you tell me?
It’s the same day every year
We kept it going after they died.
Makes us feel like they’re here
Georgina’s expression glazes over. Her head cocks a little,
and subtle flashes of fear cross her face. No one notices.
I just wanted to bring him up on a
Sounds like fun, actually.
Georgina has been pouring Chris’ drink too long and his glass
Georgina snaps out of her daze and starts to clean.
I’m sorry. Look what I’ve done.
What a nincompoop.
It’s fine, George. Just leave it.
Oh, I can’t leave that there.
--Yes you can. Why don’t you go lie
I think I will.
Georgina nods, smiles and walks away. Chris and Rose look at
Dean. That was odd. Dean shrugs.
What’s up, FAM?!?
JEREMY, 29, rounds the house with open arms. He’s “Rich kid
intense”; handsome with an unpredictable wildness behind his
Who answers the door around here?!
Everyone but Rose laughs. She holds her face in
Dean pours the remainder of a bottle of wine into Chris’
glass. Their meal is done and they are tipsy.
“Enough?” We’re just getting
started. Let’s see. What else?
What else? Did she tell you about
her toenail collection?
Oh my God!!!
She’d bite em off with her teeth
and suck on them and save them in
her jewelry box.
No I didn’t.
Yes you did, liar.
Rose throws her napkin at Jeremy as he pops the cork on a new
bottle. Dean and Missy try not to laugh.
That’s really disgusting.
I hate you so much.
Love you too.
Oh, okay. Here’s a good one. Let me
set the scene. It was our junior
year and Rose has a crush on this
guy Conner Garfield.
No, no... These are good. I wanna
Manners, Rose. Give the guest what
He winks at Rose warmly.
SO, Conner’s from my lacrosse team.
Huge kid, like 6’3”, and pretty
dumb, right? We threw a party--
You threw a party.
--I think my parents were in Greece
or something. We raided their
liquor cabinet and we’re all shit-
faced. Like 15 of us.
Ha! No you weren’t. Were you?
We put water in the bottles so you
wouldn’t know. Let me finish. So
I’m upstairs in my parents’
bathroom hooking up with Jean
Deely, hottest girl in our class.
You realize you’re coming off like
a douche right now, right?
Thanks. All of a sudden Connor
starts banging on the bathroom
door, right? I open it, and he’s
got blood gushing out of his mouth
and he’s screaming “Your thith-ter
bit my fuckin’ thongue off!!!!”
Sure enough, there is a centimeter
of tongue meat missing right here.
Jeremy demonstrates and Chris winces.
Ahhhh! You bit him?
He cornered me and shoved his
tongue in my mouth, so yeah.
I never heard about that.
I made him clean up the blood.
Jeremy locks into Chris, intensely.
Well, I’m going to see how dessert
is coming along.
Maybe we can change the
conversation to something a little
Missy walks out of the dining room into the kitchen. The
door swings open and Chris gets a glimpse of Georgina who
stands in a daze looking at the ceiling. The door swings
Chris, what’s your sport?
Ah, Basketball, I guess. I don’t
know; not really into sports
You an MMA fan?
She’s right. Let someone else talk
for a bit.
He’s dating my sister! You’ve had
your chance; I can’t bond with the
You mean like UFC? Yeah, nah. Too
brutal for me.
You ever get into street fights as
Not really. I did take Judo for
after-school in 1st grade.
Cause, with your frame, your
genetic make-up? If you pushed
your body, I mean really trained,
you’d be a fucking beast.
The kitchen door swings open again, and Missy walks back in
with a perfect carrot cake. Georgina is gone.
What’d I miss?
A lot of nothing.
We’re talking about sports.
See the thing about jiu-jitsu, is
that strength doesn’t matter. All
that matters is this.
Jeremy points to his head and stares Chris down.
It’s a strategic game like chess.
It’s all about being two, three,
even four moves ahead.
Stand up. Let me show you
No karate at the dinner table.
It’s not karate.
He stumbles a little towards Chris and tries to put him in a
headlock. Chris stands.
I’ve got a rule. I don’t play-fight
with drunk dudes.
--Alright enough, Jeremy.
Dean is loud and stern for the first time. Jeremy’s eyes
flutter, DRUNK and embarrassed.
I wasn’t going to hurt him.
He grabs a wine bottle and goes upstairs...
Well... one more bottle?
Full moon. CRICKETS.
INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Chris lays in Rose’s bed looking at Rose’s computer. Rose
brushes her teeth in the bathroom. She says something
I mean, he was going to put you in
a headlock? What the fuck! He’s
never talked to any of my
boyfriends like that.
And my Dad! He must’ve called you
“My man” eight times today. Eight.
Even my Mom is like borderline rude
to Georgina, right? Chris, what the
Chris bites his tongue.
I told you so.
I wasn’t going to say it.
Rose comes to him.
How are you so calm?
Honestly. It could be so much
worse. At least they’re trying.
They are. They love you.
I can tell. At the end of the day,
that’s more than can be said for a
lot of people.
He pulls her on top of him.
I like you on your racial flow tho.
I’m worried about tomorrow. The
party? What if it gets worse?
I’m good. How bad could it be?
Chris pulls her on top of him and she kisses him.
They kiss again.
You know, with my genetic makeup...
They wrestle and she pulls off her shirt.
EXT. ARMITAGE ESTATE - NIGHT
All the lights are off in the house. Crickets chirp.
INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM - LATER
Rose sleeps, but Chris is wide awake. There’s a buzz in his
ear. He smacks his own head and sits up. A stuffed lion seems
to watch Chris from atop her dresser. He turns it away. A
soft HOWL of WIND rushes through the room. The CLOSET DOOR
Chris’ eyes drift to the pack of cigarettes sticking out of
his camera bag pocket draped on the desk chair.
INT. ARMITAGE HOME - NIGHT
Chris leaves Rose’s room and walks down the dark hallway. A
floorboard creaks under his feet. He turns down the stairs.
INT. ARMITAGE DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Chris gets to the bottom of the stairs. Chris continues to
walk down the hallway past the pictures towards the kitchen.
INT. ARMITAGE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Chris walks through the kitchen and continues out back door
of the house.
EXT. BACKYARD - CONTINUOUS
Chris steps out the back door and takes a cigarette out.
Chris looks into the vast night around him. The CRICKETS are
Suddenly, Chris hears a RUNNING NOISE in the distance. Chris
peers out into the darkness. A moment of terror comes over
Chris. He makes out a shape. It’s now running towards him.
Chris backs up in fear. It gets closer and closer. When it’s
just 10 feet away, the moonlight reveals a now very close
Walter, the grounds keeper who continues running by. Chris
gathers his breath.
Chris turns back towards the kitchen window lights up from
inside. He finds himself face to face with Georgina who,
with teeth exposed in a frightening grimace, glares through
the window dead in Chris’ eyes. He drops his cigarette.
INT. ARMITAGE LAUNDRY ROOM - NIGHT
Georgina sucks her teeth. She doesn’t actually see Chris at
all. She examines her teeth in the reflection in the window
which, front lit, reflects her and the room around her.
Outside is invisible.
EXT. BACKYARD - NIGHT
Chris realizes he’s not caught. Close call. Inside Georgina
begins to do laundry. Chris quietly sneaks around the house.
Chris sneaks in through the door in the dark dining room.
Chris moves down the hallway past Missy’s office. The desk
lamp turns on. Missy sits inside drinking a cup of tea.
Do you know how dangerous smoking
Chris is startled; caught; for real this time.
Yeah. Yeah I do.
You seem a little jumpy, nervous.
I’m not nervous. That dude Walter
running out there scared me. And
Georgina comes by with a teapot.
Can I get you a cup.
Nah, I’m good. It’ll keep me up.
Chris comes in.
Georgina Missy and Chris sit across from each other. Georgina
pouring tea pot.
I’ve got it Georgina.
Georgina leaves. Missy starts stirring sugar into her tea.
They’re both obsessive
compulsive... They get up too
What about you?
I just can’t sleep.
Is it the bed?
Nah, the bed’s fine.
It’s perfect, thanks.
Chris’ scratches the chair. Missy notices.
Wanna know how it works?
Missy puts two sugar cubes in her cup. She begins to stir
slowly, CLINKING the SPOON softly and rhythmically against
the sides of the cup.
TinG TINg. TinG tinG.
What, do you swing a pocket watch
in front of people’s faces?
You watch a lot of Television. Now,
you are feeling very sleeepy...
TinG tinG. TinG tinG.
They share a smile.
We do use focal points sometimes,
but just about any object or simple
motion can guide someone to a state
of heightened suggestibility.
That’s right. Why do you wanna try?
Nope. Definitely not for me.
I understand. Now do you smoke in
front of Rose?
TING TING. TING TING.
Yeah, she’s my kid...
Yeah, I’m gonna quit.
What was your relationship with
your mother like?
Um I don’t. Wait, are you?
Tell me, it’s alright. What was you
relationship with your mother like?
Yeah... She worked all the time.
She was funny. She loved me.
Where were you when she died?
TING TING TING TING
I don’t wanna think about that.
The mind goes where it wants to.
Home; watching TV.
And what do you hear?
It’s been raining a while.
Hear that. Hear the rain. What does
it sound like? Hear it, Hear it...
Find it... Tell me when you find
The sound of RAIN AGAINST a WINDOW slowly fades up along with
the MUFFLED sound of a SITCOM ON TELEVISION.
Okay... Yeah, I found it.
TING TING. TING TING.
How old were you?
Good. You’re eleven. Now touch.
Feel your surroundings. Feel every
part of your body and what you
touched. Feel it. Find it... Tell
me when you find it...
FLASHBACK - INT. SMALL APARTMENT - NIGHT
Close on 11 year old Chris’ hands scratches the bed post
Tell me when you find it.
I found it.
His toes brush the carpet as his dangling legs swing off the
57 side of his bed.
TING TING. TING TING.
PRESENT DAY - INT. MISSY’S OFFICE. - NIGHT
Chris’ feet try to swing but are too long. He scratches the
arm of the chair in Missy’s office.
Are you alone?
Where’s your mom?
Well, where is she?
Something’s wrong. She’s still not
What did you do?
I just sat there.
You didn’t call anyone?
I don’t know. I thought if I did,
it would make it real.
TING TING. TING TING.
Good. Do you see it? Do you see the
Chris doesn’t answer.
You need to see it. See it. See it.
Chris’ continues to scratch the armchair.
TING TING. TING TING
FLASHBACK - INT. SMALL APARTMENT - NIGHT
11-year-old Chris scratches through the wood on his bed,
splintering a piece of the wood off. He watches TV from his
bed next to some action figures. Chris looks at a telephone.
Tell me when--
11-year-old Chris nods.
TING TING. TING TING.
PRESENT DAY - INT. MISSY’S OFFICE. NIGHT
Chris nods and cries.
--I see it.
You think it was your fault.
Chris’ hand scratching the chair intensifies.
I can’t move.
You can’t move.
That’s good. Now sink into the
Chris’ hand has compulsively scratched open the arm of the
chair. His hand stops. His mouth drops and eyes open, frozen.
FLASHBACK - INT. SMALL APARTMENT - NIGHT
Suddenly, 11-year-old Chris falls through the bed and floor.
Terror. Chris, 26 again, breathes fast but falls in slow
motion though darkness as if through water
He flails towards a pitch black abyss. He’s illuminated by
the fading blue flicker of a large downward facing TV-like
screen. On it Missy sits speaking to him and clinking her
Missy’s voice is everywhere.
PRESENT DAY - INT. MISSY’S OFFICE. NIGHT
Chris’ body sits in his chair motionless. He can’t move. His
eyes are wide open, staring straight at Missy.
Chris continues to slowly fall backwards away from the
screen. All of a sudden his body stops is the space. He turns
upright. He’s frozen in stasis.
No! NO!!! I’m done! Bring me back!
He looks up. He can still see the screen above but it is far
away, like the mouth of a deep and expansive well.
Bring me back. Bring me back. Bring
me back. Bring me back. Bring me
back. Bring me back. Bring me back.
INT. MISSY’S OFFICE. CONTINUOUS
Missy stands. She walks towards Chris’ motionless body and
looks down at him through his own eyes.
INT. DARKNESS - CONTINUOUS
Chris looks up in the darkness. Missy comes towards him until
her face is close to the screen.
Now you are in the Sunken Place.
Missy reaches towards the screen and shuts his eyelids. The
abyss goes almost completely dark. Now he’s alone in the
dark. He cries in terror.
INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM - DAWN
Chris wakes up with a start in Rose’s bed, sweaty and
heaving. He’s alone and confused. Bad dream? Headache.
The shower runs inside Rose’s bathroom. SHE hums.
DING DING, DING DING
He’s gotten a message. It’s a picture of Rod pretending to
pour beer in Sid’s mouth. Chris smiles. The batteries are
low. He plugs his phone in and puts it on the dresser.
EXT. WOODS - DAWN
It’s Golden hour. Beautiful. Chris walks through the yard to
the edge of the forest with his camera.
Chris keeps walking. He looks through a long-zoom lens into
the wilderness. He sees a bird and snaps a picture.
EXT. BACKYARD - MORNING
He walks from the woods towards to the house. Georgina can be
seen through an upstairs window knitting. Chris raises his
camera. She stands and begins admiring herself in a mirror.
She’s beautiful. She begins to remove her wig. Then as if
aware she’s being watched, she turns towards him. Chris turns
away, taking a picture in another direction. He glances back
at the window. Georgina is gone.
Chris sees Walter working about 50 feet away in the yard. He
walks towards Walter.
They working you good out here,
Nothing I don’t want to be doing.
Walter is different than we’d expect. He has a bold and
assaulting energy. Like he’s concealing a deep loathing with
over the top enthusiasm. Chilling. Chris is instantly taken
Yeah... I never really got to meet
you actually, up close. I’m Chris.
I know who you are. You’re Rose’s
Yeah. Her boyfriend actually.So,
where you from originally?
She is lovely isn’t she?
Rose? Yeah, she is...
One of a kind; top of the line. A
real doggone keeper.
And did it work?
Did what work?
You were in Mrs. Armitage’s office
for quite some time.
Oh, yeah. Actually, I guess I had
too much wine last night. I don’t
really remember much.
Well, I should get back to work,
and mind my own business.
Chris turns and walks away. He takes out a cigarette and puts
it in his mouth. He spits it out. Nasty.
Chris enters as Rose finishes blow drying her hair. He’s
Hi. Where have you been?
Out. Taking pictures. Hey, I think
your mom hypnotized me last night.
Yeah, I must’ve gone out for some
air and run into her. I can barely
remember any of it, but now the
thought of a cigarette makes me
wanna throw up.
Rose tries to hide slight amusement.
I’m sorry. I just can’t believe she
I had some fucked up dreams.
I was in a hole or something. I
That happened to me too. When I was
a kid. She hypnotized me
once for stage fright, and I had
the craziest nightmares. It did
Yeah. Yeah, it worked. Hey, what’s
What do mean?
I just talked to him. Dude’s whole
vibe was hostile.
What do you mean?
I don’t know. Maybe he likes you.
Maybe he’s jealous or something?
I’ve never gotten that... But, if
you think I have a chance..
Chris looks at her.
I’ll talk to my Dad about it.
No, no, no. Don’t talk to your Dad.
It’s fine. It’s fine.
I like that you’re threatened by
I’m not threatened.
Rose hears and looks. Out the window, A PROCESSION OF CARS
DRIVES onto the front yard. Chris looks as well.
Okay. Here we go; It begins...
EXT. BACKYARD - NOON
The party is in full swing. The 30 or so guests mingle
excitedly. They are all white except for one Japanese man. A
few play horse shoes. Georgina places Hors d’oeuvres.
Rose and Chris walk through the party.
Chris glances through the kitchen window where Missy
entertains some guests. She makes eye contact with Chris and
then looks away.
Chris and Rose are stopped by GORDON GREENE, 68, and his wife
EMILY GREENE, 67. Gordon is a cute man with a cane and
impish excitement. Emily is pretty and birdlike. They watch
Chris intently and smile from ear to ear. Gordon shakes
Chris’ hand thoroughly.
Nice to meet you, Chris. Nice to
meet you indeed.
Thanks. You too.
You ever play golf?
Once, actually; a few years ago. I
wasn’t very good.
Gordon was a professional golfer
Oh? No kidding.
Can’t quite swing the hips like I
used to though. You know: I know
Rose and Chris share a subtle smirk.
Wow, that’s great. Cool.
Gordon loves Tiger.
Best I’ve ever seen. Ever, hands
down. Let’s see your form.
Chris humors him.
If I knew what I know now at your
age? Now then I could really play.
It’d be kind of a waste of time
Chris and Rose speak to NELSON DEETS, 82, who’s smiles in a
wheelchair with an oxygen mask, and LISA DEETS, 54, a loose-
lipped trophy wife smiles at Chris in a predatory manner. She
has a Dutch accent.
How handsome is he?
Lisa squeezes Chris’ bicep. A bit too familiar.
Not bad huh, Nelson?
Nelson just stares.
So, is it true? The love making. Is
Rose cackles at the bluntness of the question. Chris almost
chokes on his drink. Lisa continues to size Chris up.
I’m being too forward?
We’ll talk later.
Oh, will you now?
EXT. BACKYARD - LATER
Chris and Rose talk to PARKER DRAY, 60, and APRIL DRAY, 57.
They are a rose-cheeked tipsy wasp couple. Chris and Rose try
to mask boredom and annoyance.
Who even cares about skin color? My
A lot of people do.--
I told you, April. The world cares,
It’s human nature to care. It’s not
like one’s better than the other.
When you look at the big picture,
you’ll see its always shifting. The
question of “What skin color is
more “culturally advantageous” that
I’m sorry... What are you saying?
Well take this country. Fairer skin
has been in favor the first couple
of hundreds of years, but the
pendulum has swung back again
hasn't it..? Black is “in fashion!”
Pardon me. I’m going to take some
Chris walks away.
I didn’t mean to offend him.
Really? ‘Cause you have yet to say
anything that’s not a convoluted
blanket statement about race.
Chris steps into the party to take pictures. He snaps a
couple pictures of mingling guests. HE hears a group cackle.
He sees Dean schmoozing animatedly with three couples and the
Japanese man. Dean quickly scans the party, finds Chris and
points him out. The three couples wave and smile giddily.
They had all just been talking about him. Chris pretends to
not see this.
Suddenly, Chris sees another black guy in a particularly
square ascot and golfing hat. The man stands at the bar and
faces away from Chris. Relief.
The man stands by the bar and makes himself a Martini. Chris
It’s good to see another brother
The man turns to face Chris neatly. It is Andre, the jogger
from the first scene, but he’s very different than before.
He seems glazed-over with the same frozen smile as Walter and
Georgina. Andre’s voice is completely different from the
first scene. There is no longer any trace of an urban
dialect. He speaks slowly and softly, enunciating his words
Yes, of course it is.
Chris expects Andre to engage more. He doesn’t. He just
stares at him smiling.
Who do you know?
Chris expects Andre to engage more. He doesn’t. He just
stares at him smiling.
Who do you know?
Why, the Armitage’s of course.
We’re friends of the family.
PHILOMENA(60), Caucasian, a stern and guarded wealthy woman,
cuts between them.
There you are. Here, put this
Philomena hands her napkin to Andre who pockets it
obediently. Philomena places her hand on Andre’s back
Oh, hello. I’m Philomena... and you
Chris. Rose’s boyfriend.
Fantastic. You really make a lovely
I’m sorry, where are my manners.
Logan, Logan King.
Chris was just telling me that he
felt more comfortable with my being
Chris is let down. Andre isn’t what he had hoped.
That’s nice. Logan, I hate to tear
you away, dear, but the Wincott’s
were asking about you.
Ah, well it was nice meeting you
Chris holds out his fist for Andre/Logan to bump.
Andre/Logan grabs Chris’ fist.
Andre/Logan and Philomena laugh and walk away. They join a
small group of people who applaud Andre’s arrival. Andre does
a little spin showing off his clothes.
EXT. BACKYARD - MOMENTS LATER
Chris comes looking for Rose. He is more creeped out and
agitated. Dean projects over the crowd.
Everyone applauds and gives Dean their attention.
Ahem! If I can have your attention
for a moment. Words cannot express
how much it would mean to my father
that after all these years we can
all still get together like this.
Dean sees Chris.
Oh, actually first, everyone this
is my daughter’s boyfriend Chris.
Everyone turns to Chris. Too much attention.
Chris is a fantastic photographer
and an all around good kid. If you
haven’t met him yet, make sure you
introduce yourself to him at some
time during the party.
Chris sees a man sits alone by the gazebo. His Chauffeur
walks away. Chris walks over to the man as Dean speaks to the
You know, if Dad were alive, I know
he would remind us of how the
knights of old would gather in
honor of a new crusade. He’d ask us
to remember that though they’d
massed great fortunes, the Templar
lived lives of humility. So as we
gather here today in celebration,
let us not forget that our mission
is far from over. In fact it’s just
beginning. And in the years to come
let us not forget the sacrifices
that have been made so long ago so
that we might enjoy this wine, and
these games. So for now let us
drink to the dawn of a new era. One
that has been given to us by the
generations before us. Thank you.
During Dean’s speech, Chris wanders away from the group.
Chris hadn’t seen Jim Hudson, the blind man, who sits in
front of the gazebo with his seeing eye dog. He is close to
Chris, but far enough away from the group that no one else
All of them. They mean well but
they have no idea what real people
I guess people only see what’s in
front of them.
Chris notices his faux pas.
You’re right. And usually not even
that much. That’s people. Jim
I know who you are. I’m an admirer
of your work; you have a great
Wait. Jim Hudson... of Hudson
Believe me. The irony of being a
blind art dealer isn’t lost on me.
How do you do it?
My assistant describes work to me
in great detail. You’ve got
something... The images you
capture... so brutal; I mean... so
melancholic. Powerful stuff. I
I used to dabble myself.
Wilderness mostly. I submitted to
Nat Geo 14 times before realizing I
didn’t have “the eye” for it. No
one took me seriously in the art
world until I began dealing and
then, of course, my vision went to
The party guests APPLAUD the end of Dean’s speech.
I know. Life can be a sick joke.
One day you're developing prints in
a dark room, and the next day -
BAM. You wake up in the dark.
Shit ain’t fair, man.
You got that right. Shit ain’t
Jeremy comes over with his preppy friend, Derrick, 29.
Chris, we were hoping we could
borrow you. I need to kick
someone’s ass in Badminton.
Chris rolls his eyes.
Nice to meet you.
Chris, Jeremy and Derrick begin to leave.
Stop by the gallery. Bout time you
had a solo show.
Really? Wow, okay. Thank you. That
would be a game changer.
We’ll get together some time.
EXT. BACKYARD - LATER
Chris and Rose play badminton against Jeremy and Derrick.
Chris is actually having fun. He swings big but misses the
HA! Come on, come on, come on. You
can do better than that, Bruh!
Not my game.
Thought you didn’t have a game.
Shut up Jeremy.
I’m just saying, if your boy isn’t
gonna bring even a little heat, we
might as well bring one of Grandpas
old friends up here.
Whoa, whoa, okay. Now we talkin’
Chris serves the shuttlecock hard. The following rally is
long. As they play the more and more guests come over to
watch. They aren’t following the shuttlecock as much as
watching Chris. Chris ends it with an impressive diving swat.
Derrick misses the return and the crowd goes wild. Chris
throws his arms up in celebration.
That’s what I’m talking about!!!
Okay, I see you dog! I see you!
Chris is about to serve. He scans the crowd of beaming faces.
Everyone is rooting for Chris. They love him. Chris scans
the crowd. It’s too much.
Hold up. Here.
Where are you--
I’m gonna go to the bathroom.
Chris gives his racket to Gordon Greene.
INT. ARMITAGE HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
Chris walks through the kitchen.
Chris slips past several small groups of guests mingling. He
goes up the stairs to the second floor.
As soon as he is out of sight and earshot, the mingling
guests stop in mid-conversation. Everyone in the room waits
and listens to Chris’ footsteps above. It is now clear that
their conversations have been fake. They are all hanging on
INT. ARMITAGE UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - DAY
Chris walks to Rose’ room.
INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Chris enters Rose’s room. The bed is made. He picks his
phone up from the dresser. It’s unplugged and out of
batteries. That’s odd. He plugs it in again as he hears a
CREAK down the hall.
INT. ARMITAGE UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - DAY
Chris leaves Rose’s room. Across the hallway is a crack open.
Chris slowly walks down the hall, and peers inside. He sees a
couple hip hop posters, lacrosse trophies and jujitsu.
Jeremy’s room. Movement inside. It’s Georgina making the bed.
INT. ARMITAGE LIVING ROOM - DAY
Rose enters looking for Chris. Everyone is mingling again.
She goes upstairs.
INT. ARMITAGE UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - DAY
Chris looks in Jeremy’s room. The door creaks alerting
Georgina of his presence, she turns slowly. Before she sees
him he walks quickly back to Rose’s room just as she comes
Chris waves for her to join him back in her room.
INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM - DAY
Hey, what the fuck? You left me out
Chris speaks quietly and frantically to Rose.
She unplugged my phone.
Georgina. I’m trying to check in
with Rod, and I got no juice.
So... Why would she do that?
Maybe she doesn’t like the fact
that I’m with you.
(Not buying it)
What? It’s a thing.
I mean, she shouldn’t be unplugging
peoples phones, but I don’t think
she would do that on purpose.
Forget it. Nevermind.
No. Don’t do that. Don’t shut me
out like that... Don’t do that to
me. We’re a Badminton team.
Okay, yeah. I’m sorry. It’s all
good. I’ll just plug it back in and
I’ll be down in a minute, okay?
Okay... Say hi to Rod and Sid for
INT. CHRIS’ APARTMENT - DAY
Rod lies on the couch with Sid watching TV.
Oh, they got you on display?
Chris is alone in Rose’s room. He peers out the window.
It’s so weird, man. It’s like some
of these people never met a black
dude that doesn’t work for them.
Yup. You in it now.
Also, shit, I don’t even wanna tell
I got hypnotized last night...
Nigga, what the fuck?
Yeah, to quit smoking. Rose’s mom
is a psychiatrist--
I don’t give a fuck if a bitch is
Dr. Phil. You ain’t getting in my
I know. She caught me off guard.
But it’s cool. I mean, it worked.
Nope. That’s some scary shit. Who
knows what they gonna make you do.
White people into some crazy sex
slave shit. You know that right?
Yeah, I’m pretty sure they’re not a
kinky sex family--
Why not? Jeffery Dahmer ate
niggas’ heads, but that was after
he fucked the heads. You think
they saw that shit coming? Hell no.
One second they think they just
gonna suck some dick, next second
they sucking dick but their head
isn’t on their body, Chris
And thanks for that image, right
I saw that on A&E, so that’s real
It’s the black people out here too
though. It’s like their living in a
Maybe they got hypnotized--
I’m just connecting the dots you
presenting me with. The mom puttin’
trances on niggas and fuckin’ them.
It’s clear as day and that’s fucked
up. She hot?
What’s fucked up is: You’re the
first line of defense against
Don’t say I didn’t warn you ‘cause
my ass sure as Hell ain’t coming up
to the country to save you from no
fuckin’ witch coven... Unless the
mom’s really hot. On a scale of one
Thanks Rod, bye.
Chris hangs up and turns. Georgina stands in the doorway,
eerie smile and all. Chris is startled.
Georgina’s voice is shaky and careful. Pleasant on top, but
I owe you an apology. How rude of
me to have touched your belongings
Oh, no. It’s cool. I was just
Just so you know, there was no
funny business, allow me to
explain. I had lifted your cellular
phone this morning in order to wipe
down the dresser and it
accidentally came undone.
Rather than meddle with it further,
I left it that way. How foolish of
No. It’s fine. I wasn’t tryin’ to
Rat you out?
Don’t worry about that. I assure
you, I don’t answer to anyone.
Right... Well, all I know is
sometimes, being around too many
white people makes me nervous.
He’s half joking. Georgina doesn’t laugh. Instead eyes get
lost for a moment. A tear falls down her face as if there is
a pain behind her otherwise vacant smile.
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no... Aren’t
you something? That’s not my
experience. Not at all. The
Armitages are so good to us; They
treat us like family.
Chris walks back into the back yard where Dean entertains
seven people Chris hasn’t met. They turn as Chris approaches
smiling eagerly. They all seem to share a private joke.
Chris! There you are, my brother.
I wanted to introduce you to some
old friends. We’ll do it quickly.
Down the line: David and Marcia
Wincott, Ronald and Celia Jeffries,
Hiroki Tanaka, and Fredrich and
Each couple - DAVID and MARCIA, RONALD and CELIA, HIROKI,
FREDRICH and JESSIKA - waves as they are name.
Too many names to remember but,
The couples all laugh nervously.
(to Dean in Japanese)
Can we ask him questions?
Do you find that being African
American has more advantages or
disadvantages in the modern world?
Chris pans the crowd who all give him their undivided
attention. The silence is long. He looks for Rose. She is off
talking to someone.
Yeah, I don’t know, man.
They all smile like hungry vampires. Chris is very
uncomfortable with this unprovoked group interrogation.
Andre/Logan and Philomena approach.
That’s actually a great question.
Logan! They were asking me about
the African American experience.
Maybe you could take this one.
Andre/Logan is a little caught off guard but dives in.
My life as an African American has
been, for the most part, very good.
It’s hard to be too specific as I
haven’t much desired to leave the
house in a while.
The crowd chuckles. Chris takes out his phone.
We’ve become homebodies...
But recently, even when you go to
the city, I’ve just had no
(to the group)
The chores are my sanctu--
With the attention on Andre/Logan, Chris raises his phone
toward Andre/Logan and the group and snaps a picture. The
Everyone turns to Chris. Andre/Logan steps forward and looks
at Chris oddly; His head cocks a little and his peaceful
expression drifts slowly to maddened horror. Some of the
party guests gasp.
Andre/Logan drops his glass and stumbles towards Chris. Chris
backs up, but Andre is already up in his space.
Andre/Logan’s voice is higher and scratchy, like it was in
the first scene.
Hey, man, I’m sorry, I--
Andre/Logan grabs Chris by the shoulders and screams shrilly.
Blood trickles out of his nose.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!
Philomena and Jeremy grab Andre. They have to pry
Andre/Logan’s grip off of Chris. When they do Andre/Logan
screams bloodcurdlingly. It takes all their strength to
bring him into the house. Missy follows.
Rose sits on the couch arms crossed. Chris comforts her but
is clearly traumatized. A few other concerned guests mill
around. Dean enters and CLEARS HIS THROAT. Everyone gives him
What the fuck was that?
It was a seizure.
Why did he come at me like that?
Seizures can have a wide range of
Yeah, but randomly attacking
The flash on your phone must have
triggered it. Andre/Logan enters
with Missy and Philomena to a
smattering of concerned applause.
Andre/Logan enters with Missy and Philomena to a smattering
of concerned applause. Jeremy follows.
Andre/Logan addresses a group in his “Logan” voice. Chris now
looks at him like he recognizes him.
Well, I do believe I owe you all an
The group grumbles.
We’re just glad you’re feeling
Well yes I am. Thank God you were
here to calm me down. I know I
scared you all quite a bit..
Especially you, Chris.
No, I’m sorry; the flash... I
Of course not. How could you have?
You shouldn’t have been drinking
Right. Now you’ll all have to
proceed without the aid of my
marvelous wit; the whole ordeal has
left me a quite a bit exhausted.
The group chuckles.
It was nice meeting you.
Chris is skeptical.
Something to brighten the mood?
Missy shows Philomena and Logan out. Andre and Philomena
Yes! I think it’s time for my dad’s
favorite... sparklers and BINGO.
The group applauds. Dean gives Rose and Chris sparklers.
We’re going on a walk.
Rose grabs Chris’ hand and leads him out the front door. He
pulls away from her as they leave.
EXT. THE WOODS - AFTERNOON
Rose and Chris walk by the lake. Their sparklers fizzle.
My cousin is epileptic. That wasn’t
I mean... my dad is a neurosurgeon.
How long have you known that guy?
Not at all. I’ve known Philomena
since I was little, her husband
died last year. Logan is new...
I don’t know. This is gonna sound
weird, but when he got up in my
face like that, I got this feeling
like I knew him.
You know Logan?
No, I don’t know Logan. I know that
guy who grabbed me.
Chris... That doesn’t make any
EXT. BACK YARD. SAME TIME
With Chris and Rose are away, the party guests have all
gathered in the back yard facing Dean who stands in front of
the gazebo by a large picture of Chris on an easel. Everyone
Dean raises his hand and makes numbers with his fingers:
“Three and three.” Several party guests raise their hands.
Dean points to the Waldens.
This is an auction.
EXT. THE WOODS - SAME TIME
Rose and Chris are in little nook in the trees.
No. No, no, no. Don’t do this..
I don’t know what to say. I think
your mom got in my head. I think
she got into my head.
I thought she helped you.
No she didn’t. She got in my head.
She fucked some shit up there and
Chris shuts down.
Chris... I’m here. Talk to me.
Dean raises his hand again making more numbers with his
fingers: “4, 5.”
Gordon Greene raises his hand. Dean points to him accepting
EXT. WOODS - SAME TIME
It’s not about what’s happening,
it’s about what’s actually
What’s happening? Explain it to me.
I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Yes
everybody is crazy out here but
don’t take it out on me.
I’m not. I’m not. I just need to
You want me to stay here?
Whatever you want. I need to go
Rose sinks. She tries to hide a tear. After a long silence.
I should’ve got my period like last
I mean, I did change my birth
control, so it could just be that,
Chris thinks silently.
I don’t know what to say.
EXT. BACKYARD - SAME TIME
The auction is flying now. Dean’s hand signals are going
fast. It’s down to three couples.
Dean signals “5, 6.” Mr. Greene raises his hand. Dean points.
Dean signals “5, 8.” Mrs. Deets raises her hand. Dean points.
Dean signals “6.” Jim Hudson raises both his hands and
signals “10.” His chauffeur stands beside him whispering in
his ear. Dean points at him.
Dean scans the crowd signaling “10, 2?” “10, 2?” The crowd
looks around. No one is challenging. Dean smiles. Finally
Dean bangs his fist onto his open palm and points to Jim
Hudson. Jim’s chauffeur whispers in his ear.
The guests clap in a mixture of delight and disappointment.
EXT. WOODS - DUSK
Chris and Rose sit watching the sunset over the lake. Chris
kisses her hand. He hears the faint APPLAUSE in the distance.
He looks in the direction of the house.
I didn’t tell you that to make you
stay, I just thought you should
I told you about the night my mom
died; how I didn’t call 911; didn’t
go out looking for her.
One hour went by, then two,
three... I just sat there... I just
It wasn’t your fault.
I found out later she had survived
the initial by the side of the road
all night, cold and alone. And
that’s how she died in the early
morning... Cold and alone. And I
was watching TV. There was time. If
someone was looking for her, there
was time. But no one was looking.
Chris cries. Rose cries for him.
You were just a kid.
There’s nothing you could have
I could have tried... I could have
Rose almost responds, but doesn’t. She gets it.
You’re all I got now. I’m not gonna
leave here without you. I‘m not
going to abandon you. Okay?
She wipes her tears and nods.
Let’s go back home.
Yeah. I mean, you’re right. This
sucks. I’ll make something up.
We’ll go back.
I love you.
I love you too.
The two get up and walk back toward the house.
Chris and Rose approach the house as the last of the guests
get into their cars and drive off.
That was fast.
The guests wave to Walter and Georgina, who stand at the
front door, and then to Chris and Rose. Jeremy hangs out on
the porch. He seems less menacing than before. Parker and
April Dray are leaving. Parker is tipsy.
Bye Chris! It was a pleasure
meeting you. I hope you--
Chris and Rose wave.
Come on, Parker. Before you say
Chris laughs. Walter shuts the car door behind Lisa. Walter
stands pleasantly watching the cars leave. He turns to Chris
with the same ol’ smile. Chris and Rose enter the house.
INT. ARMITAGE BATHROOM - NIGHT
Sink running. Chris washes his hands and looks in the mirror.
He finds the picture he took of Logan/Andre on his phone and
Chris plugs the phone in and goes to pack. The phone
Chris picks it up.
INT. CHRIS’ APARTMENT - NIGHT
Rod is on the phone. Sid is there too.
Andre Hayworth! He used to kick it
with Veronica, remember? That’s
...Teresa’s sister! Worked at the
movie theatre on 8th. Why’s he
dressed like that?
Yeah. That is him. But... Wait,
wait, wait, This is so fuckin’
crazy. He’s different.
No shit. Why is he dressed like
No, it’s not just that though, it’s
everything. He came to the party
with a white woman like thirty
years older than him.
I don’t know if she was his boss or
if they’re fuckin’ or both.
Slave! Chris, you in a fucked up
Eyes Wide Shut situation. You need
The phone goes dead. No batteries.
INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Chris goes to finish packing with a purpose. Rose enters.
Hey, should we eat and then leave?
No. Rose, we gotta go.
Is everything okay?
I’ll tell you in the car.
Okay, I’m gonna get my bag.
Just then Rose’s closet creaks open. Chris sees a framed
picture of Rose inside. Not quite knowing what he’s looking
for, he goes to the closet. The picture is a frightening one.
Rose is one of the witches in a high school production of
Macbeth. It’s on top of a red shoebox that has the
drama/comedy masks drawn on top of it.
He takes it off of the shelf. Inside is a pile of pictures.
On top is one of Rose dressed as Juliet in a high school
The next one is of Rose at 13 playing Ms. Hannigan in Annie.
Chris flips through a few more pictures of Rose at different
ages in different class plays.
Finally Chris comes upon a photo printed from a computer.
It’s a selfie of her and some other black guy. The picture is
almost identical to the one she took with Chris before the
ride up. Under the image are written the words. “X-mas 2014”
Stunned, Chris flips to the next picture.
It’s another romantic selfie, this time with a different
black guy. Underneath, the caption “Memorial Day 2013”
He continues flipping through the stack of pictures of Rose
with 8 different black guys. The last one is a picture of
Rose with Walter. In it she kisses Walter’s cheek intimately.
“Thanksgiving 2009” Walter looks different in the picture. He
isn’t smiling vaguely; he’s got swagger.
Hey? Are you ready?
Rose stands there in the doorway behind him. Chris subtly
drops the pictures back in the shoebox.
Yeah, Um... Looking for my camera.
Rose hands him the camera.
Where are the keys..? I’m gonna put
our bags in the trunk real quick.
Rose picks up her bag and ruffles through it.
Okay. They’re in here somewhere.
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah. Can we do that on the
Chris walks out the door, leaving Rose.
Rose follows Chris down the stairs.
Chris... What’s wrong?
Jeremy stands near the front door twirling his lacrosse
Where are you going? The party’s
just getting started.
I’m going to the car; see if we
left the keys in there.
Missy enters the hallway behind Chris.
Would you like some tea, Chris?
The family is silent. Missy’s glare pierces Chris. He avoids
You’re leaving us. Is something
No. Well, yeah... Um.
His dog is sick. He needs to go to
the vet first thing in the morning--
Dean, in Missy’s office in front of the roaring fireplace,
presses play on a remote control and a darkly classical track
What is your purpose, Chris?
In life? What is your purpose..?
Right now, it’s finding the keys.
Dean stares into the fire.
Mesmerizing isn’t it? The fire is a
reflection of our own mortality.
It’s born, it breathes and then it
Rose lamely rummages through her messy bag.
Dean now looks at the painting above the fireplace.
Even the Sun will die some day,
Chris. It is us who are the divine
ones. We are the Gods who are
trapped in cocoons.--
--You’d take the baptism wouldn’t
you? You’d shed your skin to awake
renewed and perfect. Of course you
I was raised Episcopalian.
Chris starts toward the door, but his path is blocked by
Jeremy swinging at air.
Whoa! Be careful, bro.
I’m not doing anything.
What is this shit?!!
It’s our purpose! It is our
destiny! The requirement for
spiritual transmutation is the will
of a new vessel must sacrifice!!!
Rose! The keys!
Rose backs away.
You know I can’t give you the keys.
Chris makes a run for the door. Missy clinks the cup with her
TinG tinG. TinG tinG.
The world instantly blurs around Chris. He begins to fall. He
sees a flash.
Chris falls through the dark abyss of his mind again just
like when he was hypnotized. The blue screen above him
displays what his real eyes see. It’s his own perspective in
the real world in which his body falls backwards to the
floor. CRASH! The screen now shows the living room ceiling.
Jeremy leans over him.
Is he hurt?
JEREMY DEAN (O.S.)
Did you see him drop? He hit his head pretty good.
Take him downstairs. Jeremy, get
the legs. Dean, help him.
I can take him alone.
No. Be careful. We’ve already
damaged him enough. Dean, please.
Chris continues to fall slowly further from the screen above
which continues to show his body’s perspective as it is being
lifted by Dean and Jeremy and carried out of the room.
Rose!? No, no, no, no. Shit,
You’re going to drop him.
No, I’m not.
Be careful what you say, everyone.
He can hear every word.
Why? He’s gonna find out sooner or
Not like this.
Listen to your mother.
Rose approaches Chris’ face.
You were one of my favorites.
Chris stops sinking. He turns right side up.
No!! Help!!! Help!!!!! Help!!!!!!
A door creaks open. Chris’ body is taken downstairs into the
darkness. The screen in the abyss goes dark.
Chris shivers. He’s cold and alone. He takes out his lighter
and lights it.
Something large and dark moves underneath Chris. Chris looks
His light goes out.
Chris tries to light his lighter again. In takes a couple
tries. Each flash illuminates a large face beside his. He
doesn’t see it. The amorphous antlered thing emerges from the
shadow. Its eyes glow and flicker faint blue in its sockets.
He finally lights the flame and feels the beast’s presence he
turns, but the creature is gone.
He turns back and there it is. Very close. It’s head is the
skull of a deer and it has dim blue glowing eyes. It MOANS A
WRONG SOUNDING MOAN OF HATEFUL ANGUISH.
EXT. AIRPORT - DEPARTURES TERMINAL - DAY
Rod smokes a cigarette and dials Chris.
CHRIS’ VOICEMAIL MESSAGE (V.O.)
It’s Chris. I’m away from my phone
or I just don’t want to talk to
Sup? Dude, you scaring me, man? I
thought you were coming back
yesterday. Hopefully you home
already and just sleeping or some
shit. Aiight. Let me know.
INT. CHRIS’ LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Rod opens the door. Sid wags his tail hungrily.
INT. CHRIS’ KITCHEN - LATER
Rod opens dog food while he calls Chris.
CHRIS’ VOICEMAIL MESSAGE (V.O.)
Hey, it’s Chris. I’m away from my
phone or I just don’t want to talk
Rod hangs up. He places Sid’s bowl down. Sid doesn’t eat.
Instead Sid looks back up at Rod and WHINES.
Yeah... me too.
INT. CHRIS’ LIVING ROOM - LATER
Rod zones out at Chris’ desk in front of his laptop. Sid
sits on Rod’s lap. Rod types “Andre Hayworth” into the search
engine. Images of Andre come up.
Rod finds an article entitled: “What Happened to Andre
Hayworth?” Under in bold “Brooklyn Native Goes Missing In
Rod’s eyes go wide.
INT. GAMES ROOM - LATER
Chris wakes up. In front of him, a deer’s head is mounted
above an old-school floor-standing television. Behind him, a
goat’s head is mounted under a taxidermy owl, wings spread.
There are several objects precisely placed around the room.
His arms and legs are fastened to a leather upholstered chair
in the middle of a small dark room.
Chris pulls at the straps that bind his arms and legs. Chris
tries to gnaw at the harnesses, but they are too thick.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit.
The television in front of Chris flickers on and the image of
a tea cup comes into focus on the screen. A spoon stirs and
clinks the side of the cup.
“TING TING, TING TING”
Before he can react, Chris falls asleep.
INT. CHRIS’ LIVING ROOM - DAWN
Sid wakes Rod up with a lick to the face. He’s on the sofa.
Rod sits at a desk with Sid on his lap.. DETECTIVE LATOYA
(40), African American enters. She’s been doing this too
long. She speaks to someone outside her office.
...Then he should’ve gone back up
there and made sure everything was
accounted for. ‘Cause hey, look;
how about this? If you record the
evidence, you’re responsible for
Latoya shuts the door and sits at her desk. She begins
opening and eating a bag of sunflower seeds.
DETECTIVE LATOYA (CONT’D)
Williams... Rod Williams...
From the TSA?
You know that TSA issues should be
brought to your authorizing
It’s not TSA business, ma’am.
Please don’t call me “ma’am,” or
we’re not gonna get along. How can
I help you, Rod Williams from the
Here it is: My boy Chris has been
missing for two days.
Your son is missing?
No, sorry, not my son, my boy.
He’s my friend. He’s 26. His name
is Chris... Washington...
He gives her time to write the name which she doesn’t do. She
just stares at him.
He left town on Friday with his
girlfriend Rose... Armitage...
That’s four days ago.
Yeah, I mean he’s only been MISSING
for two days. He was supposed--
--I’m gonna stop you right there.
Now you know the minimum amount of
time without contact before you can
file a missing persons report is--
--Three days I know, but I have
reason to believe he’s been
Chris was set to come back home on
Sunday. I was watching his dog Sid.
Latoya points to Sid.
Yup. Cute right? Now look...
Rod takes out his phone and scrolls to a photo of Andre.
Chris sent me this which he took at
the girlfriend's parents house.
That’s Andre Hayworth, a guy we
knew from back in the day. Come to
find out he went missing 6 months
ago in an affluent suburb upstate.
Doesn’t look missing to me.
Well that’s the thing. We found him
and now, according to Chris, he’s
got a different personality.
This dude is from Brooklyn. He
didn’t used to dress like that.
I didn’t used to dress like this.
Plus, now he’s married to a white
woman twice his age.
Well, that explains the clothes.
Look Rod Williams from the TSA-
I know, I know. I’m working up to
it. Look, I know what I’m about to
say is gonna sound crazy.
You ready for this...? I think this
family is abducting black people
and brainwashing them to work for
them as sex slaves and shit...
Hold on one second.
(over her intercom)
Garcia, Drake, get in here a
I want you to tell these officers
exactly what you just told me.
INT. POLICE STATION - MOMENTS LATER
Two detectives, Garcia, 37, and Drake, 43, stand behind
...See, I don’t know if the
hypnosis makes you a slave or what,
but they already got two brothers
that we know of, and who knows how
many more there could be.
The officers are all riveted... Then... All three detectives
laugh. Rod is not being taken the slightest bit seriously.
(to her colleagues)
So, I don’t want none of you sayin’
I don’t do nothin’ for you... White
girls’ll get you every time!
They all laugh harder.
Chris wakes up suddenly. He takes in his surroundings again.
He’s in the same room. He’s scratched the arm of the chair to
the point where the leather on the arm of the chair has begun
to rip open.
Okay. Okay! What do you want? You
tryin’ to break me? Done. I’m
broke. What do you want me to do?
What do you want me to do????
Chris is exhausted. He laughs at the absurdity of the
The television flickers on and again the image of a tea cup
comes into focus on the screen. A spoon stirs and clinks the
side of the cup. Terror flashes across his face.
Again Chris becomes paralyzed.
INT. CHRIS’ APARTMENT - DUSK
Rod sits by the window with Sid. He looks out over rooftops
and thinks. He picks up his phone and calls Chris again. He
knows Chris won’t answer. Then--
Rod is taken off guard. He almost drops his phone.
Yo. Um, Rose? It’s Rod.
INT. ARMITAGE HOUSE. DINING ROOM - DUSK
Rose stands by the dining table on Chris’ phone. Rose starts
He left like two days ago.
He got paranoid. We got in a fight.
And flipped out. Then he took a cab
home and left his phone. Wait...
You haven’t seen him?
No. He never made it back here.
Oh my God.
I’ve been calling. I went to the
--What did you say?
I told them he was missing.
Okay, wait... um... Did you call
Yes. Lemme ask you something, Rose.
What cab company did he use?
I don’t know. A local one I’m
guessing. Maybe Uber? Wait, I’m so
Hold on a second.
Rod hits mute.
(under his breath)
This bitch knows she got something
to do with this.
He opens up ‘Garage Band’ on Chris’ computer and puts the
phone on speaker, recording her. He un-mutes the phone.
So, last time Chris and I talked,
he told me your mom hypnotized him?
Rose is silent. Then...
Rod, just stop.
I know why you’re calling.
Why is that?
We now see Rose’s family standing in the living room behind
her. They watch her operate.
Come on. I mean, it’s kind of
That there’s something between us.
No. I’m calling about Chris.
We’d all go out drinking... I
remember you looking at me.
That’s my best friend. If you did
I know you think about fucking me,
--No. You crazy... What? No!
Rod hangs up in a panic. He looks at Sid helplessly.
Rose’s expression goes blank. She places the phone on the
dining room table and looks back at her family. They watch in
INT. GAMES ROOM - DAY
Chris, still strapped to the chair, wakes up again. He is
drained. The arm of the chair is more torn than before.
The television in front of Chris flickers on again...
The image that comes on isn’t the teacup this time. Instead
A beautiful landscape of the Armitage grounds. In it, the sun
rises through a clearing in the trees accompanied by SOOTHING
CLASSICAL GUITAR MUSIC.
There is a distinctly dated mid 90’s feel to the look of the
video. Chris is confused. The image pans to reveal ROMAN
ARMITAGE 80 Caucasian, watching the sunset.
Ah, is there anything more
beautiful than a sun rise?
Roman turns to the camera. We recognize him as Dean’s father
from the pictures in the hallway. Underneath the pleasant
tone of the video, Roman suppresses a spiteful glee.
Hi, I’m Roman Armitage, and if
you’re watching this, your probably
wondering what’s going on. Well
don’t you worry, answers are coming
soon. Let’s take a walk...
EXT. ARMITAGE ESTATE - CONTINUOUS
Roman walks by a hedge which he occasionally prunes as he
addresses the camera.
What if I told you, you would never
have to work again. No more
responsibility, or difficult life
decisions. Isn’t that what you’d
want? Let’s take a walk.
EXT. ARMITAGE’S BACK LAWN - MOMENTS LATER
Roman walks towards the back of the house.
You were chosen because of the
physical advantages you’ve enjoyed
your entire life. I’m certain that
with your natural gifts and our
determination we‘ll soon both be a
part of something greater.
EXT. ARMITAGE BACK LAWN - MOMENTS LATER
Roman walks in the distance.
The Coagula procedure is a man-made
ROMAN (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Our order had been developing it
for many many years, but was
perfected only recently by my own
flesh and blood.
EXT. ARMITAGE BACK LAWN - MOMENTS LATER
My family and I are honored to
offer it as a service to members of
As Roman approaches the house, JOSIE ARMITAGE, 78 Caucasian,
waves to Roman through the kitchen window.
Save your strength. Don’t try to
fight it. You can’t stop the
EXT. ARMITAGE’S FRONT LAWN - MOMENTS LATER
The Armitage family stands around Roman. They are all 20
years younger. Dean, Missy, as well as 6 year old Rose and
And who knows, you might just enjoy
being part of our family.
The family waves at the camera as it pulls out. The words
“Behold the Coagula” come up. The Screen goes blank. A few
seconds later. The screen pops back on to...
INT. GAME ROOM - TELEVISION - DAY
Jim Hudson, with shaven head, sits on a hospital bed. And
faces Chris through the television.
Hey Chris. How’s it going...? You
can answer. There’s an intercom in
I need water.
I know, this probably feels like
some kind of sick joke or...
You dirty dog. You’re one of the
lucky one’s, trust me. Jeremy’s
wrangling method sounds way less
pleasant. I’m supposed to answer
any outstanding questions you may
have so far. I guess our common
understanding of the process has a
positive impact on the success rate
of the procedure.
Chris is silent.
Okay, then let me just tell you
what it is. Phase one was the
hypnotism. That’s how they sedate
you. Phase two is this. Mental
preparation. It’s basically a
INT. GAME ROOM - TELEVISION - DAY
The television turns off. Chris clenches his body trying to
pry free from his restraints, before his shoulders collapse
with exhaustion. He lifts his head. The leather arm of the
chair is completely torn revealing tufts its cotton stuffing.
Chris gets an idea.
INT. GAMES ROOM - DAY
We hear nothing except a HEART BEAT.
Chris’ head hangs, asleep. His lips are dry. Chris wakes up.
The Television turns on. On the screen, a woman’s hand holds
a tea cup. With a spoon, she clinks it. We don’t hear it
though. We still hear nothing but the HEART BEAT.
Before Chris can finish SCREAMING, his eyes widen. He goes
limp -- unconscious again.
INT. OPERATING ROOM.
Jim Hudson lies unconscious on one of two operating beds in
the center of the room connected to an IV and heart monitors.
A bright medical light shines on Jim’s shaved head which also
has a dotted line around it. The other bed is empty and has a
light shining on it as well. This bed is for Chris.
Dean stands in ceremonial operating scrubs in the middle, his
palms upwards in silent prayer near some ceremonial candles.
Jeremy, also in scrubs, watches his father. Dean finishes his
Jeremy hands Dean a circular surgical saw.
Get the vessel.
Jeremy leaves as Dean begins to saw into Jim’s cranium.
Jeremy wheels a wheelchair and IV down the hallway.
For Phase three: Brain
transplantation. Partial actually,
the piece of your brain connected
to the nervous system needs to stay
put, keeping those intricate
connections intact, so you won’t be
gone; not completely. A sliver of
you will still be in there
somewhere; limited consciousness;
You’ll be able to see and hear what
your body is doing, but your
existence will be as a passenger...
an audience. You’ll live
--In The Sunken Place.
That’s it. That’s what she calls
it. I’ll control the motor
functions so I’ll be--
--Me... You’ll be me.
Good. You got it quick. Good on ya.
Why black people..?
Who knows. People want a change.
Some people wanna be stronger,
faster, cooler. Blah blah blah, but
don’t lump me in with that ignorant
shit. I could give two shits about
race. I don’t care if you’re black,
brown, green, purple... whatever.
People are people. What I want is
deeper: Your eye, man. I want those
things you see through.
Is there a greater complement?
INT. GAMES ROOM
Jeremy enters with the wheelchair. He unstraps Chris’ arms
then legs. Then turns to prepare his IV.
Chris raises behind Jeremy with a bocce ball in his hand.
He’s not really hypnotized! He hits Jeremy in the back of the
head with the bocce ball. Jeremy crumples in pain. Chris hits
him again. Jeremy falls limp and blood rushes from his head.
INT. OPERATING ROOM
Dean is busy sawing Jim’s cranium off.
INT. GAMES ROOM
Chris takes the earplugs out of his ears and can hear again.
INT. OPERATING ROOM
Dean finishes sawing the top of Jim’s skull off. He removes
the cranium preciously exposing Jim’s brain.
Dean walks to the doorway and scans the dark hallway. It’s
Chris emerges charging from the darkness with Deer’s head in
his arms. He punctures Dean through the neck and body with
the antlers. Dean and stumbles back into the operating room,
bleeding from neck and torso.
His scream gargles. Dean falls knocking a candle over which
lights the unused bed on fire. The fire grows fast. Chris
slams the door shut and continues through the dark hallway
lined with ceremonial photos. He finds the pitch black
stairwell and ascends to...
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Georgina sits nearby knitting . The window, like before,
reflects the room around them.
She sniffs the air. She is suddenly afraid. She turns off the
light illuminating the back yard. She turns the light back on
again. Chris’ bloodied reflection emerges from the basement
door behind hers. He looks savage. Georgina runs out the back
Chris heads to the door, but sees his phone on the dining
room table. He goes for it.
INT. MISSY’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Chris picks up his phone and presses the power button. The
loading screen comes up. Chris walks to the front door.They
see each other. The teacup is on the table by the chair in
the middle of the room. They both go for it, Chris gets there
first. He knocks the teacup off the desk shattering it. They
stare each other down for a moment. Missy walks towards her
desk and Chris follows.
Missy grabs a letter opener from the desk and stabs him
through the hand. Chris grabs her wrists. He is unhinged. He
pushes his forehead against hers in a show of primal
dominance. In this moment he becomes a being motivated by
No. No. No!
Chris screams in rage. He pushes Missy further into her
office. We hear the struggle and screams of a excruciating
fight. We see a quick flash of a stab. We hear a CRASH as a
lamp light turns off. The FIGHT SOUNDS slow down. MISSY
GARGLES. Chris comes out of the room bloodier than before
holding the letter opener.
INT. FOYER - CONTINUOUS
Chris turns towards the front door. Jeremy comes out of
nowhere with blood all over his face, and puts Chris in a
rear naked choke hold.
Chris attempts to stab Jeremy behind him twice but can't
reach him. Chris grabs the door knob and opens the door;
Jeremy SLAMS it shut. The struggle continues, and Jeremy’s
choke sinks in deeper. Chris goes for the door again; Jeremy
kicks the door shut propelling them both back into the wall.
Chris looks down. He gets an idea but is losing consciousness
With his last bit of awareness, Chris makes a final push
towards the door. Reaches for the door knob again; a
seemingly futile pursuit.
Chris opens the door again, Jeremy KICKS the door again;
Chris STABS Jeremy in the leg. Jeremy falls to his knees.
Chris kicks him to the ground. Chris stomps on Jeremy’s head
Jujitsu this Motherfucker!
Chris takes the keys from Jeremy’s pocket.
INT. ROSE’S ROOM -NIGHT
Rose sits on her bed listening to music and researching
college basketball. All her pictures are up again.
The sports car takes off. Chris is in the driver’s seat. The
tubular metal helmet sits next to him in the passengers seat.
His phone finally turns on. There is a very small amount of
batteries. He turns the ignition. The English to French
tutorial comes on.
I seem to have misplaced my
passport. Je crois avoi egare mon
Chris peels off, driving fast through the field into the
INT. SPORTS CAR ON RURAL ROAD
Chris dials 911.
I’m at the Armitage--
Chris looks in the rearview mirror. All of a sudden, BAM!
The car slams into and over Georgina, who, in the night,
seems to have come out of nowhere.
INT. ROSE’S ROOM - NIGHT
Rose takes off her head phones. She heard something.
EXT. ARMITAGE FRONT LAWN -NIGHT
He drives on a few more seconds on a flat tire but then stops
the car. Chris breathes heavy.
No... no... Don’t do it... Just get
the fuck gotta here... Just go!
He looks back and sees Georgina’s body laying motionless.
Chris flashes back.
INT. YOUNG CHRIS’ APARTMENT - NIGHT
Young Chris watches TV in his apartment.
INT. SPORTS CAR - NIGHT
Chris looks back at Georgina.
EXT. ARMITAGE FRONT LAWN - NIGHT
Chris gets out of the car to get Georgina. The house is
beginning to burn from deep inside. He lifts her up and
Where is the nearest train station?
Ou est la gare la plus proche?
He puts Georgina into the passenger’s seat of the car. He
shuts the door and gets in the driver’s seat. He floors it.
As Rose comes out of the house with a rifle.
After a moment of driving, Georgina’s eyes open and she
rises. She is Grandma. The wig slides off her head revealing
an old surgical scar around the top of her head. Chris hasn’t
noticed her yet. He reaches for his phone.
Can you please call the police?
Pouvez-vous s’il vous plait appelez
Annoyed, Chris turns off the sound system just before
Georgina grabs his face. They both scream. Chris, veers the
car into a tree. Georgina‘s head hits the windshield hard and
bursts open. She’s dead. So is the car.
A bullet hits the rear view mirror. Rose stands with the
hunting rifle 100 Ft behind the car. Chris crawls out of the
car and runs. Rose shoots a tree and starts reloading.
Walter, the grounds keeper, runs from behind Rose at top
speed. Walter is grandpa aka Roman Armitage and he’s so fast.
As Walter/Roman sprints across the front lawn strait at him.
Walter’s hat flies off revealing the surgical scar around his
head like the others. Walter/Roman closes the gap quickly. As
Chris reaches the road, Walter/Grandpa pounces like a jaguar
and rolls him over on his back. He grabs Chris’ face.
Damn you to Hell!!!
Rose arrives behind them.
You ruined everything!!!
Chris, blinded, raises his phone to Walter/Roman’s face. He
takes a picture, flashing strait into Walter/Roman’s eyes.
Walter/Roman doesn’t shoot. Instead he looks up. Rose is
confused as to why Walter/Roman has stopped.
Walter/Roman raises and gathers his bearing. His eye is
cocked and blood trickles out of his nose. He holds his hand
out for the gun. She gives it to him.
Walter/Roman shoots Rose in the stomach. She falls. Walter
turns to Chris. His face changes from Walter’s anger to
Roman’s rage. He points the gun at Chris.
I never beat Jessie’s time.
Walter/Roman raises the gun under his own chin and shoots
himself through the head. He falls. Approaching sirens blare
in the distance.
Chris lays in shock. It’s over until...
Rose is still alive! Blood pours from her mouth.
She goes for the gun, and grabs it, but Chris pulls her away
and ends up on top.
Wait. Wait. Chris!.... Chri-
Chris chokes her. Tears stream down his face. Chris is lost
Rose convulses. She scratches his hand and cheeks. He’s too
strong. She stares at Chris’ eyes as her consciousness fades.
Then, through the agony, her face curls into a twisted smile.
Chris pulls his hands off her neck. She’s not going to make
him a monster. Rose is confused, sure he would do it.
Cold and alone...
Rose grimaces in agony. Her wound is bleeding a lot now.
Siren lights flash on the side of their heads. The scene
doesn’t look good.
Chris turns towards them raising his hands. Rose smiles again
and pleads with the approaching officers.
Help. Help! He’s trying to kill me.
The driver of the car opens the door. It’s Rod. The siren’s
are coming from a TSA security vehicle!
Oh shit! Chris!
You fucked now, huh?
Chris hobbles to the car. He gets in the passengers side. The
gravity of what he’s been through sets in. Rod looks at
Chris. Rod tries to gauge Chris’ mental state by see He
tries to breaking the tension.
Chris is silent and emotionless. Not a smirk. Rod realizes
he may be too late to save Chris’ sanity. Rod looks at Rose
through the windshield.
What about her?
I think we need some time apart.
Chris looks at Rod and gives a little smirk. Rod exhales in
relief. Rod does a three point turn. Rod and Chris drive away
leaving Rose to die.
I told you to get the fuck out that
Rose watches the car leave.
INT. ROD’S CAR. NIGHT
Chris in the passenger’s seat watches Rose get smaller in the
rear view mirror. He takes a breath and shuts his eyes.
|Chris||Chris starts off as a confident and talented man but quickly becomes apprehensive due to his race. As he becomes more involved with Rose and her family, he struggles to fit in and navigate through uncomfortable conversations and racial tensions. However, as he uncovers the dark secrets of the Armitage family, he becomes resourceful and determined to survive, showing his bravery and strength of character.||The character arc for Chris is well-done and reflects the challenges that many African American men face in predominantly white spaces. However, some viewers may find his transformation into a 'resourceful and determined' survivor trope a bit cliché.||To improve the character arc, the movie could have given more attention to Chris's trauma and how it affects his interactions with Rose and her family. Additionally, it would have been interesting to see him use his talents as a photographer to uncover the Armitage family's secrets, rather than relying on his resourcefulness alone.|
|Rose||Rose starts off as a loving and supportive girlfriend, but as the movie progresses, she begins to reveal a manipulative and sinister side, ultimately revealing her involvement in the Armitage family's twisted plans.||The character arc of Rose is well-executed but somewhat predictable. The audience can see her devolving into a manipulative character early on, so the reveal of her involvement feels unsurprising.||To improve the character arc of Rose, the writers could have added more complexity to her character, showing her internal struggle with her loyalty to her family versus her love for Chris. Additionally, they could have added more red herrings to keep the audience guessing about her true intentions until the very end.|
|Dean||Dean starts off as a friendly but socially awkward WASP with bad Dad humor. He then becomes more curious and easygoing as he serves as a guide for Chris and enjoys reminiscing. He later becomes more mature and level-headed as he tries to keep the peace among the group. However, he ultimately reveals his true beliefs as the patriarch of the family and sacrifices himself for the spiritual transformation.||The character arc for Dean could use more development and focus. While he starts off as a guide and friend to Chris, his later actions and beliefs feel sudden and not fully fleshed out.||To improve the character arc for Dean, the movie could show more hints and foreshadowing of his true beliefs throughout his interactions with Chris and the rest of the group. Additionally, his sacrifice could be built up more to make it feel more impactful and meaningful.|
|Missy||Missy begins as a kind and supportive mother-figure, but as the movie progresses, it becomes clear that she has ulterior motives. She is shown to be observant and curious, possibly suspicious, and ultimately revealed to be a manipulative and sadistic woman who takes pleasure in causing pain and suffering to others.||The character arc for Missy is somewhat predictable, as her true nature is hinted at early on in the movie. Additionally, her character seems to rely heavily on negative stereotypes of psychiatrists as manipulative and controlling.||To improve the character arc for Missy, the filmmakers could have explored her character in greater depth, perhaps providing more backstory or motivation for her actions. Additionally, they could have subverted expectations by presenting Missy as genuinely caring and supportive, only to reveal her true nature later in the movie. Finally, they could have avoided relying on harmful stereotypes by portraying Missy in a more complex and nuanced light.|
|A black man meets his white girlfriend's parents for the first time, but what should have been a pleasant weekend getaway becomes a nightmarish fight for survival.|
|A terrifying thriller in which a man realizes something is wrong with his girlfriend's wealthy white family when he finds out about their twisted Coagula procedure.|
|Get Out follows Chris, an African-American man, as he uncovers a shocking conspiracy involving his white girlfriend's family, leading to a deadly confrontation that threatens to kill him.|
|A horror-thriller in which a young black man discovers that his white girlfriend's family harbors a dark secret that involves trapping him in a hypnotic state that leads to a fight for survival.|
|When a black man is invited by his white girlfriend to meet her family in the countryside, he soon realizes that he is trapped in a dangerous situation where he must fight for his life to escape the family's sinister plans.|
|Tone-Emotional Impact correlation||There seems to be a strong positive correlation (0.9) between the tone and emotional impact of the scenes. This means that when the tone of the scene is positive, the emotional impact tends to be higher and vice versa.|
|Dialogue-Character Changes correlation||There is a moderate positive correlation (0.6) between the quality of the dialogue and the amount of character changes in the scene. This suggests that well-written dialogue can facilitate character development.|
|High Stakes-Conflict correlation||There is a moderate positive correlation (0.5) between high stakes and conflict in the scenes. This implies that when the stakes are high, there tends to be more conflict in the scene.|
|Concept-Overall Grade correlation||There is a weak positive correlation (0.3) between the overall grade and the concept of the scenes. This suggests that while a good concept is important, it is not the only factor that determines the quality of a scene.|
|Trope||Trope Details||Trope Explanation|
|Theme||Theme Details||Themee Explanation|
Screenwriting Resources on Themes
|Studio Binder||Movie Themes: Examples of Common Themes for Screenwriters|
|Coverfly||Improving your Screenplay's theme|
|John August||Writing from Theme|
|Story, Plot, Genre, Theme - Screenwriting Basics||Screenwriting basics - beginner video|
|What is theme||Discussion on ways to layer theme into a screenplay.|
|Thematic Mistakes You're Making in Your Script||Common Theme mistakes and Philosophical Conflicts|