Topic: All Creatures Episode 1
Hello. I am working on a TV show called 'All Creatures'. Here is my script for episode 1. Please read and comment.
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EXT. THE LONELY BARN - DAWN
A small, dilapidated barn on the edge of a dying field.
INT. THE LONELY BARN - CONTINUOUS
A young girl is staring at the door. She speaks in a hushed tone.
Did you hear something?
Nothing. Stop being such a damn -
His voice is abruptly cut off. She spins to her friend and screams.
A group of sheep, walking on their HIND LEGS enter. They are led by FURBACK.
Well well well. What do we have hear.
Furback takes a puff of his pipe.
Phew! Old man Furback, it's only you, I was worried that-
Shut your foul mouth, old devil woman! I am not here on good terms.
He stands up and takes another puff of his pipe.
You know why I'm here... I'm here... for payment. Payment in full.
Take off your clothes.
The Girl nods and stands to slide her dress down. Old man Furback glares at the MAN.
Both of you.
The man unbuttons his jeans reluctantly. With a grin, involuntary as his face has been
scarred by ACID by the sheep years ago.
EXT. THE BIG HOUSE - NIGHT
Outside the big house a wolf howls into the night. A man walks past the window quickly.
The wolf turns and looks but the man has already gone.
Behind the house we see the man, DAVEY. He meets his other crew member RAMONE,
ZOO AND NAZI.
There's one round front.
what is it?
You all ready?
Then let's do this this instant.
Back round the front, the wolf howls into the night. Suddenly his head explodes. Davey is standing behind him. He has a shotgun in his hand.
Good shot. I taught you how to do that. Back at the route 66 massacre remember?
Suddenly ZOOs chest explodes in a blaze of gore. He looks down with a bewildered expression at th GAPING CAVERNOUS WOUND in his chest, then collapses to the ground, revealing behind him one of the HALF CATTLE THINGS. Neither human nor cow, merely the despicable failed experiments to cross breed between the two species, the monster stands with one of it's hand-hoofs trembling in the air, gore soaked.
As the humans stared at the empty space where their comrade had stood, the thing struggled to form words.
There is a shocked pause from the humans. Finally, Davey steps forward, a determined look on his face.
No. YOU pain.
He raises his shotgun and blasts the shit out of the cattlemonster. The others are all quick to join him, until there is nothing left but rotten mutated beef and a red mist in
Nazi struggles to compose himself.
Jesus Christ.... Zoo....
We can grieve for zoo later. For now, we need to get what we came for!
EXT. THE LONELY BARN - NIGHT
We are back at the lonely barn now. Terrifying it is. It's night, but we can see there is light inside.
INT. THE LONELY BARN - NIGHT
Inside, we see the barn is lit by several candles. Sheep are asleep around the perimeter on hay.
In the centre of the barn stands FURBACK. He is naked now and stands over the naked
MAN and WOMAN.
We've been here all fucking night you petty humans and still the mighty FURBACK is not tired. Not tired by far.
The WOMAN looks up at Furback.
Please... we've been doing it all night... are you not content with our displays?
They were ok I suppose... you make love well together like real humans... real dirty humans and Furback likes that.
If I had my way I'd rape both of you but, as you know, my penis is too big for that. I tried it... it split through their back and they died.
But we can'd do it anymore... we're tired.
Fuck yourselves... fuck each other... now! Furback commands it.
and I'll jerk off my massive dick.
The sex continues and Furback is pleased. The camera closes on his nasty sheep face as we hear the sounds of painful copulating; his face grimaces and twists with pleasure.
EXT. A large tent. The tent is astoundingly out of place in the middle of the forest, a stark white mushroom against the surrounding greens and browns. The tent is large and entirely white, unmarked by grime or dirt, almost un-naturally clean. Although the forest canopy is dense and barely broken, the tent shines as though lit from within.
The camera slowly crawls towards the tent. We hear CHANTING from within.
INT. The large tent. The silhouette of a bulky creature, indistinguishable yet clearly inhuman, stands towering over us. It holds a large serrated knife in itâ€™s leftâ€¦ paw? Claw? Not a hand, whatever it is. Although the creature is silhouetted and entirely black due to the harsh light behind it, the metal blade reflects the light. We can see in the background other, out of focus and indistinct creatures, gathered in a circle. They are
The camera is below and in front of the bulky creature, looking up. In fact, this is a ritual sacrifice, and the camera is the victimâ€™s viewpoint. All of a sudden, as if on some unspoken cue, the chanting stops. After a pause of a second or two, the creature speaks, a guttural growl.
You think yourself above us.
CHANTING CROWD, as one
WE ARE THE NEXT STAGE
You think yourself beyond. Superior.
YOU SHALL LISTEN
You look down on us and we feared. Now, you shall fear us.
FURBACK KNOWS ALL.
CREATURE (RAISING HIS BLADE HIGH ABOVE HIS HEAD)
The time for mercy is gone, and your death shall be a warning unto others.
NEVER CROSS US
Never cross us.
The blade plummets, just below the camera, rises and falls, rises and falls, again and again, a frenzied blur. The blade strikes the camera and the glass cracks, whatever is being sacrificed is dead, dead, unquestionably destroyed.
After a while the attack slows and then ceases. All is silent.
We now see another angle, the creature from directly behind. His large shoulders rise and fall, exhausted from the fury of the kill. Whatever this is, it is covered in matted brown fur. Its legs reveal what it isâ€¦ a goat, the largest, most bad-ass goat you have ever seen.
The camera rises slowly tracking from the goatâ€™s legs, past its back and up over its shoulder, to reveal the sacrifice. We see what was being stabbed â€“ sitting in a supermarket trolley is a COLLECTION OF ELECTRONIC ITEMS, including a video camera (which is what we were seeing from earlier), television, phones, and other assorted electronic goods. All have been destroyed, ruined.
The creature spins round to face us, and growls to his cohorts:
Call Furback. Tell him itâ€™s done. The electronic rape is started.
The camera slowly closes in towards his face as his helpers scurry around him, carrying out his commands. The creature looks towards the camera, still panting from the sacrifice, with clear lines of drool dripping from his diseased mouth.
Someone calls out to him:
Hey, Viktor! Was it fun, sacrificing the hated metals?
Viktor, the leader of the goats, smiles and begins to nod, the camera still trained on his face and slowly, slowly closing in. He continues nodding, faster and faster, as heavy metal begins to play. Viktor head bangs to HEAVY METAL music.
INT. THE LONELY BARN - NIGHT
Old Man Furback is sitting on a barrel in one corner of the room. He is using an old wire wheel turned on one side as a table. He pulls a small brown pouch from his belt and tips the white, powdery contents onto the table.
Ah... time for a sweet hit. Furback pulls out his Sheep ID card and uses it to cut the cocaine. He hums a tune as he does so. In the corner, the naked couple from earlier lie dead... their backs torn open savagely to reveal their broken spines.
Itâ€™s a shame about them two... Furback pulls a straw out of another pouch on his belt and runs it through his claws.
But what can you do? He looks at the Sheep soldiers at the door.
Answer me! What can you do?
SHEEP SOLDIER #1
Wrong! You can snort some snow. Furback attempts to clutch the straw in his mishapen hoof, but fails. He drops it to the straw-covered floor and pauses a second in contemplation before brutally slamming his face into the pile of cocaine on the table. He savagely snorts and sucks it in through his nose and mouth before raising his head finally. He looks almost like a deranged snowman; with cocaine covering his furry face. He stares right ahead; immediately as high as a kite. His second in command, FEBRUARY, approaches him.
Sire, what do you want me to do with the humans? Furback doesnâ€™t turn to face him. He speaks excitedly.
The... uh... humans you... tried to breed with, sire?
February nods. Furback stares at him.
DONâ€™T IGNORE ME!
You... you didnâ€™t say anything, sire!
Furback leans in and snarls, revealing grotesque, misshapen yellow fangteeth. February moves back slowly, terrified. Suddenly, Furback slams his two hoofs together either side of Februaryâ€™s skull and crushes it with minimal effort. February convulses for a second before dying. When he finally lets go his grasp, all that remains of February is his lower jaw, tongue thrashing around violently within. Furback drops it.
Furback stares down at the corpse.
CARLTON! Get in here! Another Sheep-soldier, CARLTON, runs in.
Furback wavers slightly, feeling some effects from the cocaine.
What should we do with the humans?
Sorry, sir? Sire.
The humans! Youâ€™re my second-in command now! Should we let them go?
Sire, you... killed them. They couldnâ€™t live after what you put them through. Furback is busy lighting a pipe. He looks up.
Theyâ€™re dead, Sire. You killed the humans. Furback laughs.
The door of the room explodes open violently. The sheep all spin around, surprised and scared at the suddenness of the door being KICKED IN. All except Furback, who slowly turns lazily, a second or two after everyone else, with glazed eyes and coke-drool dripping from his open lips. The SWAT TEAM from earlier race in, holding their massive arsenal of weapons in front of them.
Freeze, MOTHERFUCKERS! There is a SILENCE throughout the room. Nobody moves or does anything. All of a sudden the silence is broken by the sound of FURBACK loudly and enthusiastically snorting coke.
You want... anyone wanna... I... aww... fuck it.
Furback laughs to himself quietly.
All of the sheep are poised, looking at Furback and waiting for something to happen.
The humans are staring at Furback in confusion and horror.
Furback stares back at everyone. Nobody moves. Furback slowly raises a single trembling hoof. Nobody makes a sound. Furback gingerly pulls the hoof to his face, opens it to reveal that it's FULL OF COCAINE, and snorts the whole thing. Meanwhile, Davey notices the two MANGLED CORPSES in the corner.
Aww Jesus, fuck! Donna!
In a sudden movement Carlton leaps at Davey and rips his throat out with his teeth.
The humans start firing their guns and the other sheep rush in to attack. The battle rages, the humans with their weapons and the sheep with their might and ferocity.
Davey is firing his gun wildly.
Furback! Itâ€™s Furback we want! Attack!
He pushes through the crowd of warring humans and sheep to see Furback.
Furback is SLUMPED on the floor, leaning against a wall, convulsing. His face is covered in cocaine and he has a smile on his twisted face. He is laughing to himself, softly.
Davey raises his gun to fire, but Carlton attacks from behind. Carlton and Davey do battle.
I need help!
More humans weâ€™ve not yet seen burst in with their guns. We see Furback, in the middle of an all out war between the humans and the sheep, crawling across the floor to the far corner of the barn. Meanwhile, Davey and Carton fight.
Youâ€™re dead... all of you humans... youâ€™ve broken the truce. Davey kicks Carlton in the face.
INT. THE LONELY BARN - UNDERNEATH
Underneath the floorboards of the barn, Furback makes good his escape. Heâ€™s frantically crawling across the grey, dusty ground in a desperate attempt to flee. Thin shafts of light shine down from above, and dust from the floorboards falls lightly onto Furback as a result of the loud battle above. Furback feverishly snorts cocaine straight from the palm of his hand. He pulls his other arm up and pauses to take a deep puff of his pipe before continuing.
Old man river...
INT. THE LONELY BARN - CONTINUOUS
The battle continues.
INT. FURBACKâ€™S CASTLE - INNER THRONE ROOM
Furback is sitting in a large chair PUFFING HIS PIPE. Before
him is an equally large table, strewn with papers and
documents. We can see the titles of some of the documents:
"Stage One", "Sector Z" and "How To Pass Yourself Off As Human." Sitting atop this last one is a set of FAKE GLASSES, NOSE AND MOUSTACHE.
Furback puffs his pipe as he ponders these. The door to the
chamber opens and Carlton walks in. He is limping heavily and
half of his face is bandaged up.
Lord Rufus is here, sire. The leader of the canine division.
Oh... Send him in.
Very good sire.
Oh, and Carlton? Carlton turns back.
If you ever enter my inner chamber without knocking again, I'll bugger you... and then devour your remains...
... with mint sauce.
Carlton nods apologetically.
Carlton returns with a small dog, LORD RUFUS, in his arms.
Furback groans with distaste, moves some of his papers out
of the way and allows Carlton to place Lord Rufus on his
Presenting Lord Rufus, canine commander.
Lord Rufus bows in respectful greeting. Furback merely nods
What do you want, mutt?
You asked me to come, sire? To give a report on the progress we're making?
FURBACK looks at him suspiciously, and takes another puff of
Carlton, who is this... dog?
Itâ€™s... Lord Rufus sire. Canine Commander?
Oh Lord Rufus. Right. I've asked you here to give a report on the progress you're making.
Yes, sire. We're doing very well - WOOF! - we've allied ourselves with the fringe factions of the...
Furback cuts him off.
Did... did you just bark?
Rufus looks around the room hesitantly.
I... I donâ€™t... Iâ€™m sorry.
Weâ€™ve come too far to let ourselves start barking and mooâ€™ing and mewing again. Donâ€™t let me catch you barking again, General Rufus!
Yes, sire, sorry.
Yes, sire. As I was saying, weâ€™ve allied ourselves with the PETA Army - those who are still alive, of course - and have made some start spreading into Sector Z.
Yes, yes, never mind all that... all I really want to know is, have you made any start spreading into Sector Z?
... Yes, sire, we've made a start.
Excellent! Excellent news! Furback holds up a crack pipe.
Can I offer you a hit? Rufus widens his eyes.
No, thank you, sire.
Then... piss off.
Rufus bows, jumps down from the desk and then exits.
Furback sighs and re-organises his papers, dusting off the
table as he does so.
Carlton knocks and enters.
What now, oh castrated minion?
Sire... I don't trust the dog.
With all our history... before the light times, that is - with all that dogs have done to us, the herding, the humiliating nips, bites and all that came with ithow CAN you trust them, lord Furback?
Furback laughs. Puffs his pipe.
It is true, little lamb, that we have some amount of history with the dogs. But who is in charge now? Who herds whom?
I see that, sire, but with all that
dogs have done to sheep in the past-
Carlton, you dirty monorchid, do you think I am a fool? The dogs will serve their purpose. And then we will eradicate them. Along with all the others. Now... piss off.
Carlton looks relieved at this. He smiles.
Very good. Sorry to doubt you. Thank you sire.
Furback picks up and puts on the FAKE GLASSES, NOSE AND MOUSTACHE from his table, opens his desk drawer and pulls out a sheet of ACID BLOTTER PAPER, which he consumes entirely.
INT. RUFUSâ€™ ROOM - LATER
The door opens and Rufus the canine commander enters. The
guard escorting him leaves and shuts the door. As soon as the
door shuts, Rufus begins whining.
On a pile of rags in the corner is another dog. There is a
large, 6foot tall object next to the dog, covered in a sheet.
The dog pulls the sheet off of the object, revealing a FULL
SIZED HUMAN MANNEQUIN in a dress, obviously stolen from some
department store. The dog wheels the mannequin into the
centre of the room and then retreats to the corner.
Rufus approaches the mannequin, slinking up on all fours. His
voice is no longer so "human"; he whines and growls in a very
Maaaster, have I been a good boy?
The other dog, from the corner (SPENCER), provides a voice
for the mannequin, ventriloquist style.
Oh, who's a good boy! Has he been a good boy? Yes he has! Yes he has!
Rufus rubs against the legs on the mannequin.
Maaaster, I wuv roo... pet me, master, rub my back...
Does he want a treat? Does he want his backsy scratchedâ€¦?
Scratch me, masterâ€¦
Rufus jumps up onto the mannequin and begins humping its
legs. With his two hind legs on the floor he has mounted it
and enthusiastically pumps away at the plastic knees.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. RUFUSâ€™ ROOM - LATER
The mannequin is lying on the floor and Rufus is curled up
with it. One of the mannequin's knees is broken off from the
force of his humping.
Rufus gets up and stretches himself. He walks over to SPENCER
and effortlessly wakes him up with his nose... playfully, it
Spencer blinks a couple of times and lifts his head up.
Just a little reminder. If you ever - EVER - tell anyone about myâ€¦ kinky little secret... I'll have
you castrated, all over again.
The other dog is terrified, and nods.
FADE TO BLACK.