THE GHOST WRITER (WIP)
Steve lumby, passionate
but headstrong independent filmmaker finds his friendship with Alphonso White
and his reputation tarnished when both filmmakers inexplicably have made the
same film. Different actors, different shots but the exact same plot. Alphonso
explains to Steve that he hired a ghost writer to write his script, Steve has
also done this. Realising that the mysterious ghost writer, Basil Jägermeister must
have sent the same script to both filmmakers – they begin a journey to track
down the elusive writer, though the task is easier said than done.
Cast List (WIP)
Steve Lumbly – Conner Kacperski
Alphonse White – Not me I can’t act.
Basil Jägermeister– Steve Boyes
Presenter – Steve Boyes
Film festival – extras
Actors – extras.
Int: Film Festival - Corridor
FADE IN
Tracking shot of STEVE LUMBY. Tall, stocky looking
guy, but wearing the cheesiest grin on his face – he’s a man who thinks he’s
made it in life. One guest offers a handshake, he shakes it vigorously. He
opens the doors into the THEATRE, waltzing in.
CRABBING right, we see ALPHONSE WHITE against a
wall. A slick, cool and stylish fellow; he checks his phone nonchalantly,
before quickly realising the time. He styles his hair, takes a deep breath and
walks into the THEATRE, catching up to STEVE.
Int: Film Festival – Theatre
Establishing Shot of theatre. It is crowded. The
crowd applauds STEVE and ALPHONSE. STEVE
grins and waves confidently, ALPHONSE gives a sheepish smile and a little wave.
They both walk up to the seats and sit next to each
other.
STEVE: How you doing, Al?
ALPHONSE: Good, Steve, good. You?
STEVE: Great! Yeah… I mean, I’ve done it. Made a film! My
own movie!
ALPHONSE: Think they’ll like it?
STEVE: Hope so.
**sandwich board style program with w and d by X**
PRESENTER walks on stage. Lights focus on PRESENTER
PRESENTER: Hello, hello, ladies and gentlemen, to the _______
Film Festival. We’ve got some fantastic movies coming up; some big names, and
some independent. But all good stuff, good stuff indeed. Right then, let’s get
to it. From Steve Lumby: The Incident
Lights go dim.
SHOT OF STEVES FILM.
STEVE ACTOR 1: Journey, I can’t kill those lads. There me mates!
STEVE ACTOR 2: If you loved me you’d kill them!
FADE OUT TO ANOTHER SCENE
Close up of Alphonse looking confused.
FADE IN
STEVE ACTOR 3: You’ve gone mad, Jack. Journey’s been dead for
decades.
STEVE ACTOR 1: (Genuinely surprised) No, fuck off! Really!?
Close up of Alphonse. A lot of thoughts go through
his mind. Feelings of anger, disappointed and betrayal. Audience applauses.
PRESENTER: What a fantastic thriller. Can I just say, the
dialogue was excellent, such great characters. Coming up next, from Alphonse
White: also The Incident.
Lights go dim.
SHOT OF ALPHONE’S FILM.
ALPHONSE ACTOR 1: Journey, I can’t kill those lads. There me mates!
ALPHONSE ACTOR 2: If you loved me you’d kill them!
FADE OUT TO ANOTHER SCENE
CLOSE UP OF STEVE LOOKING FRUSTRATED.
FADE IN
ALPHONSE ACTOR 3: You’ve gone mad, Jack. Journey’s been dead for
decades
ALPHONSE ACTOR 1: (Genuinely surprised) No, fuck off! Really!?
FADE OUT. No applause from audience.
PRESENTER: oh, H-heh heh. Must have been based of a book. Well
done for Steve and Alphonse’s interpretations – they were both fantastic.
Moving on…
FADE OUT
Int: Film Festival - Corridor
STEVE marches out defeated.
Alphonse is waiting for him. He wears a fake smile on his face
ALPHONSE: Hey great movie, guy, I’ve just got one little
criticism- just one little nit-pick. That was my movie!
STEVE: No. Don’t you dare blame me for this, you liar. I was already halfway through production when
I heard you were making your own. You
stole my idea.
ALPHONSE: You’ve got some nerve, I’ll give you that. ‘Always
was a copycat, but to pin the blame on me? Your best mate? That’s low man.
STEVE: I didn’t copy anyone; I couldn’t copy from anyone
because I hired a ghost writer.
ALPHONSE: Ghost writer?
STEVE: Yeah, you know. Some bozo writes a story for you,
and when it’s done you take all credit for it.
ALPHONSE: So you hired this person to make you an entire
script, and pretend to do all the work?
STEVE: Yeah, what of it?
ALPHONSE: I did the exact same thing.
Moment pause
STEVE: You don’t think?
ALPHONSE: I do think. We hired the same guy.
STEVE: Seriously?
ALPHONSE: Can’t think of any other reason why this happened.
He probably emailed us the same script.
STEVE: Do you know who the ghost-writer was?
ALPHONSE: He wanted to remain anonymous. Went by the name of
“X”
STEVE: Yeah, it was the same person then.
ALPHONSE: I know a guy; he can trace the e-mail, Crazy Terry.
We’ll find out where this “X” lives, and then we’ll sort this mess out. Don’t
worry about it.
TERRY: Oh this is bad. You hired him?!
Establishing shot of TERRY’S CRIB. DUSTY COMPUTERS,
DARK ROOM. ANIME POSTERS THAT ARE QUITE QUESTIONABLE.
ALPHONSE: What’s wrong?
TERRY: Nothing, nothing. Just your mystery writer is only
Basil Jägermeister.
STEVE: Jägermeister?
TERRY: He’s the Banksy of the writing industry; no one
knows what he looks like or where he lives. And his works would ruin the
reputation of every producer you know. It’s true, 4-chan told me! Look, who’s
your favourite film maker?
ALPHONSE: Quentin Tarantino.
TERRY: Basil.
STEVE: Steven Spielberg.
TERRY: Basil.
BOTH: George Lucas?
TERRY: Also Basil! Every ounce of creativity spewed from
them has been his doing. You understand what I mean now? You can’t track him
down; he’s Hollywood’s best kept secret.
Steve: Jesus.
TERRY: Now you’re getting it!
(LOOK OF
CONFUSION FROM ALPHONSE)
ALPHONSE: No, sorry, this is ridiculous. There’s no way that
every Hollywood movie are all written by one guy. I think you’ve been spending
too long on those conspiracy sites, mate.
TERRY: (UNCOMFORTABLE EXTREME CLOSE UP. Voice suddenly
gravelly.): Sometimes the conspiracies
are true…
Uncomfortable pause.
TERRY:
(Still uncomfortably close to Alphonse’s face) Getting to the point, it cost a
lot to hire him didn’t it; way more than an indie movie should. Basil’s played
you a fool. He’s scammed you two hard.
ALPHONSE: Yeah we know, we know. Where does he live?
TERRY: Let me just track him down.
SOUNDS OF RETRO SOUND EFFECTS.
GOOGLE MAPS START FROM EARTH AND ZOOMS INTO GUISBROUGH. WWW.Whereisbasil.com
TERRY: Oh this is strange, this is very strange. Why would
Jägermeister be there of all places?
ALPHONSE: What? What’s going on?
STEVE: Just tell us, man!
TERRY: All this time, right under our noses.
CUT TO ESTABLISHING SHOT OF GUISBROUGH.
VOICE OVER: Guisbrough.
FADE TO BLACK. WE CUT TO ALPHONSE
HANGING AROUND AN ALLEYAY. STEVE MARCHES TOWARDS HIM
BASIL: Bravo
lads, Bravo. You’ve found me. Congratulations.
BASIL’s chair turns around. The
identity of the Ghost Writer revealed: THE PRESENTER.
(FLASHBACK TO PRESENTER SCENE)
BASIL: You were expecting someone else?
ALPHONSE: To be honest, yeah.
BASIL: Where else would I be, my lad, but hidden in plain
sight?
STEVE: I don’t understand. If you worked at the festival
you would have known that the films were the same. You could have told us about
it earlier - stopped this mess from happening - Why didn’t you?
BASIL: I don’t know to be honest. I guess I found it
funny. I mean, it is, isn’t it? It’s not just me who finds this whole ordeal
hilarious? This is something that’d happen on bleeding Prank Patrol! (Laughs)
Yes, you two have amused me greatly.
STEVE: Don’t
mention it, pal. Hey, do you reckon we could get paid for a comedy act? About Thirty Seven Thousand!?
BASIL: No.
STEVE: You serious? Yesterday was the worst thing that
ever happened to me. People think I’m a fraud. A hack! A laughing stock! You
give me a refund right now.
BASIL: I wrote
Titanic, the Lord of the Rings Trilogy and
Hobbit! When I sent you your scripts- when you realised that your dream of
becoming producers was about to come true- that was the most important day of
your lives. But for me? It was Tuesday. Why should I care what happens to a
bunch of third rate movie makers?
ALPHONSE: Whoa-whoa-whoa, this isn’t cool. Me and Stevey, we
put a lot of work into these films – a lot of work that was sent straight to
the gutter. And you just tell us to leave?
BASIL: You know I just sent the script. You’re the ones
who copied it word for word. This is your own fault, really.
Steve slams hand on desk. Basil looks unimpressed.
BASIL: I have a question for you. You realise how
important I am to Hollywood, don’t you? If the masses knew what I did and who I
am, why the industry would be in shambles!
ALPHONSE:
Shambles?
BASIL: SHAMBLES! It’d be as simple as that – I’d be out
of a job, and you’d be millionaires. Your revenge… at the click of a button. I
would be helpless to stop you. So here’s the question: Why am I so confident?
(BASIL pulls
a gun out from under his desk. He aims it ALPHONSE and STEVE)
BASIL: Look at my face; it’s the face of a man who would
shoot! I’m giving you one chance: leave
now and I won’t kill you.
STEVE: You little – (STEVE
charges toward BASIL.)
ALPHONSE: Steve, no!
(BASIL shoots Steve in the leg.
Steve collapses, bleeding out)
BASIL: Don’t give me that look; I gave him a fair
warning. I’m going to have to kill you now, very sorry. But before I blow your
brains out, I need your opinion: this whole trifle would make a great short
movie, wouldn’t it?
Alphonse Ponders The Thought
Cut to black. Gunfire.
Roll “credits”. Halfway through the camera zooms
out, revealing to the audience that this was a movie in a short film festival.
We see two people sat next to each other. They look at each other, confused.
Roll real credits.
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