Drifter’s Delight (short script)

This is R Hill’s first round submission for The Short Screenplay Challenge 2013, a competition that challenges Writers around the world to create short movie scripts, 5 pages or less… in a 48 hour weekend.

Writers are assigned to different Groups and www.NYCMidnight.com provides a different genre, location, and object assignments to each Group.

Writers compete against their own Group Members in a process of elimination as the Top 5 Writers move through 4 competitions in 3 rounds.

Part 2 of Round 1 of this competition began on December 13, 2013 and ended December 15th.

The criteria for our Group in this round was:   Genre – Suspence  /  Setting – Restaurant Freezer  /   Object – Rubber Boots

Drifter’s Delight

written by: R Hill with Jimmy Bako and Dee Lyle

Barry Banyan wakes up to find himself bound and gagged on a prep table inside a restaurant freezer.

               

                                                                    FADE IN

               INT. KITCHEN WALK-IN FREEZER - PRESENT

               BARRY BANYAN, a slim forty-something, lies unconscious with 
               his shirt open upon a stainless steel prep table in the center 
               of a walk-in freezer.  A dim light bulb swings from the 
               ceiling a couple of feet above his hairy chest.

               Duct tape covers Barry's mouth; his ankles and wrists are 
               bound with zip ties.  His nostril breath is barely visible.  
               Black body bags lay upon rows of metal shelving behind him.

               The freezer door opens and a shadow is cast over Barry's 
               body.  Black rubber boots step through the doorway; the door 
               SHUTS.  A SCRAPING sound echoes in the dimly lit freezer. 

               SID CARUSO, a fifty-something barrel-chested bald man in a 
               blood stained apron, steps towards the prep table honing a 
               butcher knife on a sharpening tool.  The SCRAPING intensifies.   

               EXT. BACK ROAD IN LOUISIANA - IN BLACK & WHITE

               Headlights shine through a light fog upon a two lane road in 
               the bayou on a dark night.  The yellow stripes in the center 
               of the road blur as the headlights drift to the left.  

               Tires THUMP on the center lane as the road markers come into 
               focus and the headlights quickly swerve back to the right.

               INT. SEDAN - IN BLACK & WHITE

               Barry sits behind the wheel in a wrinkled suit.  He YAWNS 
               and shakes his head.  His head dips then snaps back up.  He 
               opens his window and SLAPS his face a couple of times then 
               glances at a digital clock on the dashboard: 1:43 am.  

               Barry turns back towards the road with his eyes wide open.  

               EXT. BACK ROAD IN LOUISIANA - IN BLACK & WHITE

               Headlights reflect off of a billboard dimly lit on the side 
               of the road: Caruso's Kitchen - Open 24 Hours - Next Exit.

               An orange turn signal light glows on and off in the misty 
               fog as an exit sign appears on the side of the road. The 
               headlights drift off to the right towards an exit.

               INT. KITCHEN WALK-IN FREEZER - PRESENT

               Sid steadies the swinging light above the prep table then 
               moves his hand to Barry's hairy chest and presses down.  
               Light glances off the butcher knife in his other hand as it 
               moves from north to south in one quick sweeping motion.

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                                                                         2.

               Sid wipes the knife blade upon his apron and a clump of hair 
               falls to the floor.  The left side of Barry's chest is shaved 
               clean; the knife swipes across Barry's right side in a blur.

               EXT. CARUSO'S KITCHEN PARKING LOT - IN BLACK & WHITE

               A neon sign glows in the haze above a restaurant with a dark 
               nearly empty parking lot: Caruso's Kitchen - Open 24 Hours.

               Headlights sweep across the parking lot as a sedan turns in; 
               gravel CRUNCHES under the tires in the hovering fog. 

               INT. CARUSO'S KITCHEN RESTAURANT FOYER - IN BLACK & WHITE

               A bell over the glass door DINGS as Barry Banyan steps into 
               a wood paneled foyer and scans the dim interior of the 
               outdated restaurant.  CREOLE MUSIC plays softly overhead.

               A SHERIFF, rugged man in a dull uniform, sits at the kitchen 
               counter sipping from a mug intently studying his newspaper.  
               TWO TRUCKERS occupy a booth along the far wall, eating away.

               Sid steps out from behind a swinging kitchen door wiping his 
               hands on the front of his clean white apron.

                                     SID CARUSO
                         Welcome to Caruso's Kitchen.  I'm 
                         the owner, Sid and you must be... 
                              (pause with concern)
                         Tired?

                                     BARRY BANYAN
                         Yes.  
                              (SIGHS with a slump)
                         And in desperate need of coffee.

               INT. CARUSO'S KITCHEN DINING AREA - IN BLACK & WHITE

               Sid Caruso points at an empty corner booth and lays a menu 
               on the tabletop.  Barry sits and slides into the corner.

                                     SID CARUSO
                         One coffee, coming up.

               Sid turns away from the table as the Two Truckers slide out  
               of their booth.  TRUCKER ONE, a heavy-set man in clean 
               overalls, reaches for his wallet and pulls out a wad of cash.  

                                     TRUCKER ONE
                         This should about cover it.

               Sid stops and palms the cash then scans it with a nod.  Sid 
               points to the empty plates scattered on their table.

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                                                                         3.

                                     SID CARUSO
                         How about that Drifter's Delight?  

                                     TRUCKER ONE
                         Best damn liver and onions ever.

               TRUCKER TWO, a young man in dirty overalls, pats his stomach.

                                     TRUCKER TWO
                         The kidney pie was to die for...

               INT. KITCHEN WALK-IN FREEZER - PRESENT

               Sid spreads a rag over Barry's clean shaven chest and lays 
               his butcher knife upon it.  He turns towards the freezer 
               door and opens it.  Sid's shadow fades away from the prep 
               table as the door closes behind him with a CLICK.

               Barry's eyes flicker open slowly and adjust to the pale light.  
               A muffled GASP echoes as his bound hands move to his mouth 
               and frantically tug at the corner of the duct tape over it.

               Barry rips the duct tape off slowly and takes a deep breath.  
               The butcher knife resting on his chest gleams under the light.  
               Picking up the knife, he cuts his wrists and ankles free.

               Barry cautiously hops off the table and tip toes to the door.  
               He buttons up his long-sleeve shirt as he peeks out of a 
               small glass window in the freezer door; he EXHALES and it 
               fogs up.  Barry steps back as the door lever turns downward.

               Barry stands halfway between the door and the prep table.  
               He turns towards the knife lying on top of the rag upon the 
               cold metal table.  A shadow fills the room as the door opens 
               slowly in front of him.  Barry spins and KICKS the door back.

                                     SID CARUSO (O.S.)
                         Son-of-a!

               The sound of a metal tray and cutlery CRASHING on the floor 
               echoes outside the freezer door.  Barry turns towards the 
               prep table and reaches for the knife as the freezer door is 
               KICKED back open.  Barrel-chested Sid fills the door frame.

               INT. CARUSO'S KITCHEN RESTAURANT - IN BLACK & WHITE

               Sid leans in to refill Barry's mug as the Two Truckers exit.

                                     BARRY BANYAN
                         Glad you're open.  There's not another 
                         rest stop around here for miles.

                                     SID CARUSO
                         That's why were here.

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                                                                         4.

               Sid holds up his coffee pot; grins with crooked yellow teeth. 

                                     SID CARUSO (CONT'D)
                         To serve you. Drink up - it's a 
                         bottomless cup.

               Barry raises his mug of coffee in appreciation and draws the 
               cup to his nostrils.  Barry takes a sip and HUMS his approval.  
               His vision of Sid gets blurry as his head slumps forward.

               INT. KITCHEN WALK-IN FREEZER - PRESENT

               A rubber boot takes a step closer to the prep table as Barry 
               steps back behind it.  Barry holds the butcher knife out in 
               front of him with a firm grip.  Sid steps closer to the table 
               and into the light holding a bigger knife with serrated blade.

                                     SID CARUSO
                         Its no use.  You're dead meat.

               Barry steps into the shadows across the table from Sid. 

                                     BARRY BANYAN
                         I'm still breathing asshole.

               Sid waves his knife towards the shadows.

                                     SID CARUSO
                         Not for long.

               Barry leaps out of the shadow holding the butcher knife.  
               With a flash of steel, Sid swings his blade to block it.

               The light bulb POPS and glass SHATTERS as the freezer goes 
               dark.  A shadow steps through the semi-open doorway; the 
               door SLAMS behind it with a CLICK.

               INT. OUTSIDE THE WALK-IN FREEZER- MOMENTS LATER

               Barry jams a mop against the freezer door lever; bracing it.

                                     SID CARUSO (O.S.)
                              (from the freezer)
                         Son-of-a!

               EXT. CARUSO'S KITCHEN PARKING LOT - DAWN

               A tow truck IDLES behind Barry's sedan as its wench hoists 
               the sedan onto its truck bed.  Trucker One looks into his 
               driver side door mirror as Trucker Two steps into view from 
               the back of the truck and waves his hand in the air.  

               The Sheriff, leaning against his patrol car nearby, looks up 
               from his newspaper as Trucker Two gets into the passenger 
               side of the cab.  Gravel SPRAYS as the tow truck drives off.

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                                                                         5.

               The side door of the restaurant swings opens and Barry leaps 
               through the doorway, dancing barefoot upon the sharp gravel.   

                                     BARRY BANYAN
                         Hey!  Wait!  My car!

               Barry waves at the tow truck as it leaves the parking lot.  
               Gleaming chrome distracts Barry and he turns to face the 
               Sheriff gawking at him across the parking lot.  Barry prances 
               gingerly over the gravel towards the Sheriff.

                                     BARRY BANYAN (CONT'D)
                         Sheriff - help!  Help!  Help!  Help!

                                     SHERIFF
                         Slow down city boy... help what?

               Barry points to the restaurant behind him.  The Sheriff looks 
               over Barry's shoulder as the side door opens.  The Sheriff 
               drops his newspaper and Barry spins to face the building.  
               Sid emerges from the doorway branding a large knife.

                                     BARRY BANYAN
                         That lunatic over there has dead 
                         bodies in his freezer..!

               The Sheriff lurches out and grabs Barry's arms and pulls 
               them back behind him as Barry resists in disbelief.

                                     SHERIFF
                         You're slipping Sid.  

                                     SID CARUSO
                         Just get him back over here...

               Sid holds the side door open.  The Sheriff pushes Barry 
               forward towards the restaurant.  Barry stumbles forward 
               extending his arms free as he falls down upon the gravel.  
               Barry subtlety palms a large rock in his hand. 

               The Sheriff bends over to grab Barry as Barry lunges up at 
               the same time with the rock in his grip.  Barry strikes the 
               the Sheriff in the temple with the rock.  The Sheriff topples 
               over backwards with blood streaming down his face.  

               Barry quickly snags the pistol out the Sheriff's holster and 
               spins around to aim the Sheriff's revolver at a stunned Sid. 
               Sid drops his knife and raises his hands in the air.

                                     BARRY BANYAN
                              (gestures to Sheriff)
                         Come get him.  There's been a change 
                         in menu.  

                                                                   FADE OUT


                        

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