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Human Hive
A Screenplay by:
Carlos Anaya and Sean Ryan
Copyright 2005
registered with the
Screenwriter's Guild
All Rights Reserved
Contact: seansshack@oceanfree.net
FLASHBACK: EXT. STREET CORNER - DAY
A Black BMW, viewed from above.
The street is not busy, a few pedestrians pass, a Van
driver delivers papers to a stall.
The camera slowly pans down and into the passenger window
of the car.
INT. CAR - DAY
JOHN DACOSTA in his thirties, well built, average height,
with black hair and two day old stubble, sits behind the
drivers wheel.
John takes a sip from a paper coffee cup. His right hand fiddling nervelessly with the steering wheel.
VIEW FROM BEHIND WHEEL. JOHN'S HAND DANCING(OUT OF FOCUS ON
THE STREERING WHEEL).
What John is watching across the street, comes slowly into
view. A car parks outside an apartment block.
INT. FRONT OF CAR - DAY
Instantly, John's hand stops and he reaches for something
unseen from the passenger seat.
He leaves the car.
EXT. STREET CORNER - DAY
Rapidly John crosses the road, approaching the drivers side
of the car that he was observing.
A man steps from the car with a knowing expression on his
face. He is CHARLES LANGLIER, mid forties, tall and slim.
MAN
What the fuck are you doing
her...?
Before Charles can finished the sentence, John swings the
bat he is carrying.
The bat connects with the Charles's face, ending short his
sentence as well as ever eating in comfort again, as his
jaw crumbles under the blow.
John swings again.
The man falls to the ground. Without hesitation, John
swings again.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
A brief flash of a younger John, playing with his Dad.
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EXT. STREET CORNER - DAY
John swings again.
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INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
A brief flash of a younger John, finding his father dead in
the bath.
SMASH CUT:
EXT. STREET CORNER - DAY
John swings again.
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INT. FUNERAL HOME - DAY
A brief flash of a younger John, standing alone crying
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EXT. STREET CORNER - DAY
John swings again.
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EXT. KITCHEN - DAY
A brief flash of a younger John, standing in the same spot,
without his dad.
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EXT. STREET CORNER - DAY
John starts to swing again, but stops. The damage he has
inflicted, although obvious by the brutality, remains out
of frame.
John turns to walk away, turns back briefly to look at the
fallen man, wipes his mouth and then turns rapidly, back
towards his car.
JOHN (V.O.)
Now I don't even have a reason to
live anymore. The memories have
poisoned me to the core. All that
I had, I pushed away. Not even
revenge could cure...
As John reaches the car, he stops, grips the handle of the
door tightly, before looking over his shoulder.
John turns and walks back to the man on the ground.
He grabs him by the ankles and starts to drag him across
the street.
TITLE: "WE WHO HUNT MONSTERS, BECOME MONSTERS
OURSELVES...."
- CARLOS ANAYA
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Slow pan through a hallway.
JOHN (V.O.)
Ironic, ironic isn't it? All my
life, I wanted something. Not
knowing what I really wanted.
Flash to: A figure in a bath.
JOHN (V.O.)
Something that I cooked in my
head for all those years..
Pan continues up a stairs.
Flash to: A hand touching a picture, the picture falls and
the glass smashes.
JOHN (V.O.)
The only way.
(pause)
The only way to get everything
out of my head...
The figure comes into view. It is John.
In the hand that once held the picture, now lies a gun.
A single bead of sweat run down his otherwise calm looking
face.
The safety catch of the gun is removed.
JOHN (V.O.)
I couldn't live with it...
John's hand slowly raises as he carefully places the gun in
his mouth.
JOHN (V.O.)
... What I had become ...
He pulls back the hammer.
JOHN (V.O.)
I had just become part of the
disease...
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE: TWENTY YEARS PREVIOUSLY.
EXT. LARGE GARDEN - DAY
A younger John is sitting on the grass, he is crying. A
broken wooden plane lies in his hands.
A man approaches the boy, his face out of shot.
The man is John's Dad. JAMES SMITH. A well built a fit
looking man, in his mid thirties.
He kneels down to the boy.
JAMES
Don't worry John. We can get you
a new one tomorrow.
The boy looks up from the toy, tears running down his face.
JOHN
But I though you were going away,
on a business trip.
James smiles and places a hand on his boys head.
JAMES
That can wait. Only business,
this is important. We have to get
you airborne again.
John smiles and turns to hug his Father. James smiles and
rubs the back of the boys head.
JOHN
Thanks Dad, you're the best.
James holds the boy tight.
JAMES
Hey, that's what I'm here for.
Now come on, it's time to wash
up. You mother will be upset if
we are not ready in time for
dinner.
SANDRA (O.S.)
(shouting from house)
James, John? Dinner.
The two climb to their feet and start to walk down the
garden.
James runs his hand through his boys hair, as John wipes
the remainder of tears from his eyes.
James starts to run.
JAMES
Bet I can beat you.
John runs after his father.
The two start to run towards the large House. Laughter
fills the air.
JOHN (V.O.)
I forget how many times I had sat
in that garden with him, hundreds
I guess. I feel now I took those
times for granted. What I
wouldn't give for just one more
day with him. Christ even an
hour. I have had so many
questions over the years, but no
one to ask.
INT. CLUB RESTAURANT - DAY
CHARLES LANGLIER, younger, early twenties, and James Smith
are enjoying a few drinks, still dressed in embarrassingly
bad Golfing clothes.
The two of them are enjoying their drinks.
JAMES
So is this for real?
CHARLES
I`m telling you James, this is
one hundred percent legal. With
the saving you get, you could
expand your business in a number
of different ways.
James can't resist a smile.
JAMES
Guess I am just a little
cautious. I just don`t know why
my last accountant never spoke a
word to me about that procedure.
CHARLES
James, James, Jimmy, James, I`m
your new accountant and most
importantly your friend. I know
what I`m doing.
JAMES
If it is so sure, why don't more
people do it?
CHARLES
Christ only knows John. People
like to play it safe, continue to
do what they know. Their business
makes money, they make a living
and that is enough. Guess they
are just afraid, or lazy. God
knows. Not me bud. Money can make
such a difference to your life,
your business, your success. If
not for yourself, do it for your
son.
Charles places a hand on James's shoulder.
CHARLES
(smiling broadly)
Trust me my friend.
Once you get a taste of it, there
is no going back. The best part?
It is so fucking easy and legal.
Two beautiful girls, a brunette and a blond in their early
twenties, walk by, as they recognize Charles they stop.
BLOND GIRL
Hey Charles!
CHARLES
(whispering)
Speaking of easy..
He stands up to greet the girls.
CHARLES
Hi girls. Would you like to sit
with us?
BOTH OF THE GIRLS
Sure!
CHARLES
(gets close to James as
he speaks in low tone)
Trust me will you? Your in the
big leagues now.
James shrugs.
CHARLES
What?
JAMES
I am not to sure I want to expand
my business. I make a pretty good
living as it is.
CHARLES
Come on man. You are thinking
like a loser. You have to think
bigger. Stop singing in the
shower for God's shake, get out
there and take a chance.
Charles walks over and sits down, in between the two girls.
Charles throws his arms around both girls, one is each arm.
Looking down at one of the girls breasts, he smiles.
He looks back up at James, still grinning.
CHARLES
See what I mean, bigger!
The two girls giggle as the men share a smile.
INT. JAMES SMITH'S OFFICE - DAY
TITLE: TWO MONTHS LATER.
James Smith is sitting at his desk. Two men sit at the
other side.
The two, sit emotionless, dressed in Government issued
suites.
One of them is a fat, bald guy. While the other one is a
skinny, big-nose guy.
The two men start to speak, in an almost rehearsed,
monotone, robotic fashion.
IRS MAN #1
What you did Mr. Smith is against
the law.
IRS MAN #2
Tax evading is against the law.
You know that, don`t you sir?
JAMES
I`m sure it is. Gentlemen, please
excuse me but I need to have a
word with my accountant. He...he
handles these types of affairs.
The two men turn to each other.
IRS MAN #1
Call us, when you are a little
more prepared.
The Irs man #1 slides a crude looking business card across
the table.
IRS MAN #2
Call us. We will be waiting.
The two stand up and leave the room.
James still holding the business card, gives the two a
nervous wave as they leave the office.
INT. JAMES SMITH'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
James Smith sits alone at his desk, as his secretary
VALERIE DUNST, mid forties, slim, average height, enters
the office.
James raises a hand to motion her out of the room. He has
the phone to his ear and is waiting for somebody to answer
on the other side.
JAMES
(talking into phone)
Charles, the IRS just came in to
see me. They said that what I did
is illegal. What the fuck am I
going to do? I could lose
every...
CHARLES
(down the phone)
Calm down, will you? This always
happens. Let me guess, one of
them is a fat, bald guy? Ugly
fucker, right?
JAMES
(talking into phone)
Yes!!! How did you know?
CHARLES
(down the phone)
As I said trust me will you,
James. I know them. This always
happens, it is almost procedure.
I didn't want to scare you early
on, as you were starting to look
like a deer staring down the
lights of a truck. They just want
in on the action, a little
something for themselves, you
know, to look the other way.
JAMES
(talking into phone)
What?
CHARLES
(down the phone)
That`s how the systems works
buddy. Money changes everything.
One big happy, corrupt little
system. Now here's what you do...
INT. RESTAURANT - NEXT DAY
The IRS officers are having a drink while James arrives and
sits down with them.
IRS MAN #1
So, Mr. Smith did you talk with
your accountant?
JAMES
Yes...
James takes a thick, white envelop from his jacket.
He puts it on the table, in front of the two IRS officers.
JAMES
Hope this is enough.
One of the IRS officer grabs the envelop, and opens it
slightly, looking at what`s inside.
The envelop is stuffed with hundred dollar bills.
IRS MAN #1
Your accountant is a smart man.
The first IRS man slides the envelope in front of the
seconds IRS man, opening it slightly, showing the contents
to him alone.
IRS MAN #2
A very smart man.
Neither of the men bother to count the contents.
IRS Officer #1 grabs the envelop and hides it in his inside
jacket pocket.
The two of them stand up from the table, leaving James
seated.
IRS MAN #1
Have a nice day Mr. Smith.
IRS MAN #2
A very nice day.
IRS MAN #1
Oh and Mr. Smith. Please pick up
the tab, will you?
The two men turn and leave the restaurant.
James almost collapses backwards in his seat, as if only
now starting to breath.
He looks around the room nervously, searching for anyone
who could have observed the situation.
He sees no one looking at him and nervously raises one
hand, to get the waiters attention.
JAMES
Cheq... Cheque please.
INT. BAR - LATER
James is looking a little anxious as he talks and drinks
with Charles. They are sitting in a small booth on a large
leather sofa.
The blond girl from the Golf Club house arrives and sits
next to James.
Her name is GLENDA, She is in her early twenties, slim,
tall, painfully beautiful, pouring with confidence and
overdosed on personality.
JAMES
...Hard to believe the IRS are so
corrupted.
CHARLES
Told ye Bud, money changes
everything. Now chill out,
relax, nothing bad is going to
happen. Now enough of business.
Free up your schedule this
weekend. I have this great time
share. We should all go there for
the weekend. You know party, hang
up and stuff.
They both laugh.
JAMES
Yeah and stuff..
James turns around and starts kissing Glenda, without even
speaking to her.
She doesn't resist and slides her hand under James half
buttoned shirt, slowly traveling south towards his pants.
Charles takes a small bottle from his pocket and snorts
something.
Sitting back, he watches the two make out, smiling wildly,
enjoying the show.
INT. JAMES SMITH'S OFFICE - DAY
John is sitting on a small chair reading a comic book.
James sits at his desk, he is on the phone.
JAMES
(talking into phone)
Send him in.
The door opens and Charles walks in.
CHARLES
Bud. How's tricks?
James stands up and shakes Charles hand.
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