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A Screenplay by
Sean Ryan
KillerApp
Copyright 2005
Registered with the
Screenwriter's Guild
All Rights Reserved
Email:seansshack@oceanfree.net
Static, ghost images of moving men, the image rolls, likee
an image on an old valve television set.
The image clears instantly, showing a crystal clear view of
a churchyard.
EXT. GRAVEYARD - DUSK
The scene is peaceful and tranquil. A beautiful red sky
hangs over a small country church. A perfect setting,
spoiled by a battle between two groups of men.
A figure stands in the doorway of the church. He is dressed
in a S.S. uniform and firing a German World War II machine
gun.
GERMAN SOLDIER
(in German)
Here they come!
A group of American GI's enters the graveyard.
A SERGEANT, mid forties, average height and build, is
laying out orders, with voice and hand signals.
AMERICAN SERGEANT
You three, give me suppressing
fire, on that target.
He points to a younger looking man. He is JACK PEREZ, late
teens, average looking and sweating very badly. The smile
on his face quickly disappears, as the Sergeant looks
straight at him.
AMERICAN SERGEANT
You come with me, we're moving up
that way.
(points)
If we don't flank their position,
we're done for. They have a
superior force in a reinforced
position. We have to move and
move now.
Jack starts to follow the Sergeant.
The three-man covering team split up into a signal line,
each behind gravestones.
SOLDIER #1, mid twenties with an average build. Initiates
the assault.
SOLDIER # 1
Covering fire.
Soldier # 1 opens fire on the church. Soldier # 2 and # 3
join in. Each of the men use gravestones as cover.
They lay down as much fire as possible, making enough noise
to be a force twice their size.
The exterior walls of the church are rocked by the impact
of the attack.
The Sergeant's group runs in the opposite direction, under
cover from the other teams suppressing fire.
Point of view of Jack, as he follows the Sergeant.
The two manage to keep low, while traveling at great speed.
Jack stumbles and falls, his vision is marred by some cow
dung he has fallen into, face first.
JACK
(talking to himself)
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Jack wipes the cow dung from his eyes and stumbles to his
feet, to follow the Sergeant.
After a lot of running and dodging behind every possible
obstacle, the Sergeant dives to the ground. Jack follows
his action, as the two crawl several feet.
The Sergeant raises his hand, ordering Jack to stop.
Seconds later, he turns to Jack.
Using hand signals, he points to his eyes and then over to
a target.
Jack crawls forward, to allow himself to see what the
Sergeant is looking at.
The sight at the back of the church, causes Jack to swallow
his spit.
A group of about thirty German soldiers, all preparing
themselves for an assault.
SERGEANT
(whispering)
Fuck. We have to move fast. Looks
like we're more outnumbered than
we thought. The others are dead
if we fail. Ready?
Jack is too busy counting the other soldiers.
JACK
(whispering)
What?
SERGEANT
(whispering)
Lets flank and finish 'em, move.
The Sergeant gets up and starts to run, towards the enemy
soldiers position.
Jack jumps to his feet and follows.
JACK
Fuck this for a game of soldiers.
The Sergeant opens fire, taking out three of the German
soldiers almost instantly.
The Sergeant dives to the ground, landing hard on his
chest, firing at the same time.
Jack joins in the attack, dropping to one knee, to make
himself a smaller target.
The German soldiers are caught completely by surprise. Even
with their superior numbers, they start to lose the fight,
almost immediately
The Sergeant releases the pins from two grenades. He throws
both grenades at the same time. They explode almost on
impact. Bodies are thrown in all directions.
The Sergeant gets up and starts to run towards the church,
Jack follows.
The Sergeant bursts through the door, the door swings open
and hits a soldier at the other side. He is knocked
unconscious by the impact.
INT. CHURCH - DUSK
The church is dimly lit. The interior is filled with dark
wooden seating.
The Sergeant is first to enter, Jack follows.
A SS soldier is taking cover behind the pulpit.
The Sergeant dives for cover, behind a row of seats. As the
seats are hit by machine gunfire.
JACK
Enough of this fucking shit.
Jack runs at the pulpit, firing wildly as he does. Most of
the bullets miss their target, hitting the walls, ceiling
and almost everything else, but the chosen target.
The Soldier leans out to take a shot and with the last
action he will ever take. One of Jack's many bullets hits
him squarely in the forehead.
Jack stops, out of both breath and ammunition.
The only sounds in the church now, are that of the body
hitting the floor and the repeated clicking of Jack's empty
machine gun.
SERGEANT
You're one lucky little fucker
kid, one lucky little fucker.
Come-on, lets check out the rest
of the parameter.
JACK
Sir!
SERGEANT
Oh and kid, reload your goddamn
weapon.
Jack looks a little embarrassed as he reloads.
Jack makes his way to the door that was recently kicked in.
The Sergeant looks out of one of the broken stain glass
windows. A frozen expression of fear floods over his face.
SERGEANT
Tiger!
Jack has just reached the door, in time to see a Tiger
Tank, slowly driving over the adjoining hill. The tank aims
its cannon in the church's direction.
SERGEANT (O.S.)
Look out!
The Tiger fires before Jack can react. The door of the
church explodes inwards, sending dirt, debris and Jack in
all directions.
Heart beats, mixed with a deafening ringing.
Jack looks up at the Sergeant, standing over him.
SERGEANT
(muffled voice)
Kid? Kid? Stay with me. Kid?
The image starts to shake, Static around the edges. The
Sergeant's face starts to warp and curve, as if being
stretched.
Jack's view of the church, deconstructs and disappears in a
wave of distorted graphics and static.
A man's face comes into view. Dressed in a suit.
INT. HIGH TECH SHOP - DAY
The shop is a hive of activity. The walls are decorated
with various screens, all advertising electronic products
of one brand or another.
A SALESMAN is leaning over Jack. Tall, slim, early fifties.
Dressed in a cheap suit and wearing dark framed glasses.
SALESMAN
Kid? Kid? You OK?
Jack is lying on a long leather chair. He is breathing hard
and sweating heavily.
He sits up and starts to catch his breath.
SALESMAN
Well? What do you think?
JACK
(breathing heavy)
It was absolutely fucking
incredible. I mean, Jesus, it was
like, like I was there. Actually
fucking there.
Jack's breathing is still heavy. He takes something from
his pocket and places it into his mouth.
Jack takes a shot from a small plastic inhaler.
JACK
(catching his breath)
You can almost taste the mud and
the blood. It was like a video
game, no a dream, but more real.
With you in control. I played the
first release, but this just,
just blows that away. Awesome
man, fucking awesome.
Jack takes another shot from the inhaler.
SALESMAN
Fantastic technology. No wires,
no screens, no graphics. Just
projected into your brain, into
your imagination. That's why it
feels so real. To your body, it
is.
They plan to refine the use of
the senses in the next release.
But don't worry, you will get
that, as a free upgrade.
The salesman smiles.
SALESMAN
Remember that's only one piece of
software.
He touches a large screen, as several images appear. A
formula one race, an American football match, sky diving,
mountain climbing, fighters planes, space shuttles, a
couple sitting at a table, a man getting a massage from
three naked woman, a wild west shoot out. The numerous
images continue.
SALESMAN
The only limitation is your
imagination. Well, that and your
bank balance. You buy the unit
and that's it. Full Internet two
wireless connection. Free updates
and upgrades. You just select the
experience you want, download and
hey presto. You could be with the
woman of your dreams, or flying a
space shuttle in a matter of
minutes, in any location you
choose. OK, you in?
Jack is slightly distracted, looking wide eyed at the
images on the screens.
JACK
Well, it's a bit pricey. But ...
after that demo, how could
someone live without one. How
safe is it?
SALESMAN
Perfectly safe. The technology
was developed for people
suffering from severe paralysis.
It had amazing results in
improving their quality of life.
So it's fully qualified and FDA
approved, of course.
JACK
Just seems so, I don't know, so
real.
SALESMAN
As real as you can get, without
being there.
The same cheesy, fake smile from the salesman.
JACK
The visuals are amazing.
SALESMAN
That's the beauty of rendering to
your mind and not some screen.
Imagine watching some boring sad
reality show on a flat television
set? Cinema, TV, Video games, all
dead my friend. This is the
future of entertainment. So, tell
me, you want to buy one today?
JACK
Absofuckinglutley. Where do I
sign?
Jack takes another few shots from the inhaler. It fails. He
shakes it a few times and presses the button again and
again.
His breathing eases, as the inhaler finally starts to work.
SALESMAN
Sure you're OK kid?
JACK
I am now.
SALESMAN
Now like I said. The official
launch date is next week. Your
unit will be shipped to you, as
soon as possible. But I'm sure
you can wait.
The Salesman's places a hand on Jack's back, as he starts
to sign a contract, handing the Salesman his credit card
with his other hand.
The salesman swipes the card, without looking away from
Jack, almost robotic like.
His fake smile widens to an almost unnatural width, as the
credit card is accepted.
CUT TO:
INT. LARGE CONFERCENCE ROOM - DAY
The large room is filling with people chatting and getting
seated.
The empty stage situated at the end of the room. A company
logo displays on the stage's three main projected screens.
The logo reads: "DreamSoft, bringing your dreams to life".
A heavyset man walks onto the stage and the crowd grows
silent.
PRESENTER
Ladies and gentleman, I think the
next person needs little
introduction. But
(pause)
May I introduce, Mr. Carlos
Devlin.
CARLOS DEVLIN walks out, to loud applause. In his mid
Thirties, skinny, confident, under dressed in a shirt, blue
jeans and sneakers.
He approaches the microphone, waving his hands to gesture
silence and an end to the clapping.
CARLOS
(trying to speak)
Thank yo ...
The clapping continues for several seconds before fading.
Carlos drops his hands, places them in his pockets and
smiles. Clearly enjoying the accolade.
CARLOS
Thank you. You are most kind. Now
to cut to the chase. We all know
why you are here. Everyone is
expecting an announcement from
Dreamsoft. Correction, expecting
THE announcement from Dreamsoft,
and I for one, am not in the mood
to disappoint.
The lights dim and the three large screens behind Carlos
come to life, with high definition graphics.
They all show the same message. Empeiria Generation II.
The crowd explodes into applause.
Carlos doesn't attempt to quieten the crowd this time, just
smiles broadly. Basking in the moment.
CARLOS
With Generation two, we have
delivered all the features we've
promised.
Taking into account user needs
and suggestions, on what you
wanted in future releases.
The screen shows several features in both text and video
samples.
Words read: Feel, Touch, Smell, Hear, Experience.
Various sceneries are shown with images and video: space
shuttles, diving, driving, planes.
CARLOS
Immerse yourself in a more
realistic, feature filled world.
Previous versions had been
restrained, by two important
elements. Touch and smell. Now
feel the waves below your feet,
as you surf a pipe in Australia.
Smell the salt in the air. All
without the fear of drowning, of
course.
Carlos laughs at his own simple joke. The crowd laughs
along with him.
The screen matches Carlos's speech with visuals of surfing,
driving and various other scenarios.
CARLOS
Smell the burning of rubber, as
you win the race at Nascar. It
will now feel so real, you won't
believe that is not. I'll let the
presentations behind me explain
the technical side.
VOICE (O.S.)
Six processors. Ten terabytes of
memory. Over twenty megabits of
wireless connectivity. No
internal storage, for your
security. Rendered to perfection
without the limitations of two
dimensional screens.
Various technological clips are shown, as the screen breaks
down the technology and how it works.
CARLOS
Be free to experience, absolutely
everything. Only your own
imagination is the limitation.
With over one thousand titles in
development or already released.
One million units already in use.
We promise you multi user
interaction on a grand scale, the
limitations are becoming fewer
every day. Empeiria will change
the way you play. The way you
communicate. Hell, it will even
change the way you live. Let the
Empeiria Generation II set you
free.
The clapping increases, as the crowd stands to give Devlin
a standing ovation.
Carlos raises one of the units from below the podium and
holds it in front of himself. A wireless headset, in his
other hand.
The device is slightly smaller than a VHS videotape. Jet
black in color, with its name written across the front, in
big red letters.
CARLOS
Oh and small enough to fit into
your pocket.
He slowly walks from the stage, waving and clapping to the
crowd.
A young woman, GRACE POWER, in her mid twenties, average
height, stands at the back of the room. She watches the
reaction of the crowd, smiling to herself.
GRACE
A glorified video game. Look at
these people. You'd swear Jesus
Christ himself, had just spoken.
A young man stands beside her. He is CHRIS JACKSON, blonde,
late twenties, tanned and very fit looking.
CHRIS
Face it Grace. To a lot of these
geeks, he has. Technology is the
new religion baby. Have you tried
to play yourself?
GRACE
You know me Chrisy. If it ain't
real, there's no point.
She leans in and kisses Chris.
CHRIS
Well, I'll be getting one. I
played a demo release. It's
awesome. Believe me, once you try
it ...
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