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Wrote my first screenplay earlier this summer. Ignore the formatting issues. I didn’t realize until it was too late that Google Docs isn’t as mobile friendly as I assumed.
Past Lives
By Daniel Coniff
TW: Child Abuse, Sexual Assault
EXT. OVERPASS — DAY — PRESENT
Standing on the side of a highway bridge overlooking a small dilapidated town in the middle of a desert are two boys — RAFAEL (13) and JOAQUIN (14). The boys wear worn, dirty casual summer clothes. An 80s Chevy El Camino with racing stripes and post-apocalyptic modifications sits on the road. It also has a logo of a red sword above a black and white banner that says “Peace Through Strength” on the sides. Metal crates are anchored to the car’s bed. Joaquin leans against the car with a cigarette in his mouth and quietly lights it.
Joaquin watches Rafael standing at the edge of the overpass as he aims a sniper rifle at the dilapitated town as an impromptu pair of binoculars. Joaquin quietly stows the lighter in his jeans pocket and takes a puff of the cigarette.
Joaquin
See anything, Rafie?
Rafael
(his sights are on a zombie struggling to get out of a Dairy Queen
drive-through window)
Whole place is crawling with zombies. Mark it infested.
Cigarette smoke wafts over to Rafael.
Rafael (cont’d)
(sniffing the air)
Is something burning?
Rafael lowers the rifle and looks around, using his naked eyes to look for smoke. Joaquin quickly flicks the cigarette behind him, and it lands on the other side of the overpass. However, Rafael isn’t an easily tricked kid. Quite the opposite, actually.
Joaquin
I don’t smell anything.
Rafael
(turns towards Joaquin)
Are you smoking again?
Joaquin
No. Why would I do that?
Rafael
(peers over the car and sees the cigarette. Rolls his eyes)
Dude, you said you were done smoking. You know how bad that
shit is, right? Dangerous, too. It could start a fire. Did you think
about that?
Joaquin
What are you accusing me for? I told you I was done with that
stuff. I am a new man with a purpose. Ain’t no way I
would take up smoking again.
Rafael
(walks around the car to the cigarette)
You know lying is a sin.
Joaquin
You know God isn’t real.
Rafael
(picks up the cigarette and walks back to Joaquin)
I heard that.
Rafael stands in front of the older boy and holds out the cigarette.
Joaquin
Ugghhh, fine, you caught me. What’s my punishment? BB to the
ass?
Rafael
(tosses the cigarette aside. facepalms after a short beat of
processing)
You’re so fucking stupid.
Joaquin
Oh? I thought name-calling was a sin.
Rafael
You know that shit is like gold, right? We buy food and water with
them. Did you forget? You have a serious problem. Should I take
you to the Rubytown Clinic?
Joaquin
Okay, man, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise.
Rafael
Pinky swear?
Joaquin pinky swears with Rafael. He is crossing his fingers behind his back. Rafael then places the rifle in the crate.
Rafael
We still got the map, or d’ya roll a joint when I wasn’t looking?
Joaquin
Yeah, I found weed on the side of the road. It was soooo tempting.
Rafael shakes his head and walks around to the car’s passenger door.
Rafael
Why did God give me a brother like you?
Joaquin
(follows Rafael to the passenger’s side)
Hey, I love you too, Rafie.
Rafael opens the door and retrieves a map and a black sharpie from the car's glove box and sets the map on the hood. Joaquin tousles his brother’s hair. Rafael points to a town called Hunter’s Creek.
Rafael
That’s our next survey. If we go now, we might have time to scout
it out before nightfall. Wouldn’t it be something if we found that kid who ran from the Raiders? We’d be promoted for sure.
Joaquin
Keep dreaming, man. He wouldn’t surrender without a fight.
EXT. CAMP — DAY — FOUR YEARS AGO
The entire area is a makeshift settlement with cabins in a circular pattern. People in leather clothes with punk-styled haircuts walk around the area, mingling with each other and laughing.
INT. CABIN — DAY — FOUR YEARS AGO
A woman wearing a maid’s uniform — ROSA (52) — helps a little boy — YOUNG SIMON (10) — put a tattered tuxedo on. The boy looks into a standing mirror, staring at himself. Behind the boy is Rosa, bunk beds, and other simple furniture you might find in a child’s bedroom.
Young Simon
What’s there to celebrate? I killed someone.
Rosa
A boy’s first human kill is a momentous occasion, Private Simon.
INT. CAR — DUSK — BACK TO PRESENT
Joaquin is driving the El Camino, and Rafael looks out of the passenger-side window. The town is eerily quiet. The brothers can see no human, animal, or zombie activity. The car crawls along the road between antique houses.
The car’s RUMBLING ENGINE and DISTANT THUNDER are audible. A single INAUDIBLE raindrop falls on Rafael’s arm as he rests it on the door.
Joaquin
Looks clear. What do you think?
Rafael
(marks a green check mark on the map over a town named
Hunter’s Creek. Looks over to his brother when he’s done.)
Yup. Let’s wait till morning to scavenge, though. Too dark.
The car is now parked in the middle of the road. Joaquin looks at Rafael like he said something utterly absurd.
Rafael
(after a short beat)
Oh, fuck off. You never know what’s lingering around the corner.
Joquin
Wow, it’s just- I’m shocked! The little kid who begged mom to let
him stay up and watch horror movies is afraid of the dark?
Rafael
Shut up, this isn’t a movie. This is real life.
Joaquin
(turns the car off)
Come on! Where’s your sense of adventure? Remember when you
wanted to be an astronaut or a deep-sea diver? We have our flashlights. We’ll be fine if we stick together. Just pretend you’re exploring an ancient village. These houses can’t be a day over 100.
Rafael
Fine, we’ll check out one of these houses, but that’s it.
EXT. ABANDONED TOWN — NIGHT
Joaquin holds the door open for Rafael as they exit the house holding guns. It is now RAINING HEAVILY. The THUNDER from earlier is much louder and closer than earlier. Sporadic flashes of lightning illuminate the area around them. Rafael is visibly upset. The boys then stand under the house’s awning.
Rafael
I could have told you. Empty.
Joaquin
It’s all about mindset.
Rafael
My mindset says you were wrong and I was right.
Joaquin is about to respond when he looks past Rafael and his expression suddenly becomes one of astonishment.
Joaquin
Yo, check it out!
Rafael is expecting another half-patronizing question when he notices his brother’s strange reaction to something he sees. Rafael slowly turns in the direction of his brother’s gaze. He can see a faint flicker of light radiating through the window a ranch house a few hundred yards away.
Rafael
Humans!
Joaquin
Raiders?
Rafael
Nah, we’d see more lights if so. It has to be a
nomad, or maybe even scouts. But I wonder who they’re working with if they are. No, it has to be a nomad or something.
. Joaquin
We should investigate.
Rafael
We’ll get soaked. We can’t drive to the end of the block, that
would make too much noise. We’d have to walk.
Joaquin
Our hoodies are in the car. I’ll grab them and a couple of ARs. You
stay here, princess.
The older brother runs to the car. Rafael scoffs. He hates being called a princess. His anger is placed on the backburner, however, as Joaquin yells.
Joaquin
What the fuck?!
Joaquin is standing on the other side of the car.
Joaquin (cont’d)
The gas cap is open!
Joaquin hops in the driver’s seat and puts a key in the ignition, seeing if it’ll start. The vehicle won’t turn over. Instead of roaring to life, the car GROANS every time Joaquin turns the key.
Joaquin
Prick siphoned our gas!
Rafael runs to the gas cap and sees that it is open.
Rafael
Fuck!
Joaquin
Get in the car! We’ll decide what to do.
INT. CAR — NIGHT
The brothers are soaking wet and shivering. The car’s interior is shielding them from the elements. Joaquin holds out a hoodie to Rafael. He is already wearing one with a different design.
Joaquin
Here, take this.
Rafael
(takes the hoodie. Puts it on quickly.)
We gonna go after him?
Joaquin
Yup, I’m gonna make him regret it. You don’t mess with the Lobos
brothers. I’ll kill ‘em.
Rafael
Woah, easy bro. I get it. I’m pissed, too, but we’re Resistance, not Raiders. Let’s at least try to talk-
Joaquin
I’m done with this kindergarten bullshit.
Rafael
But, the Resistance protects us. If we defect, more stuff like this is gonna happen.
Joaquin
Oh, don’t be a pussy. When the rain clears up, we’re grabbing
those ARs and heading for his ass.
EXT. HOUSE — NIGHT
The rain is now light, and the thunder is gone. The brothers stealthily approach the house and peer into the living room window. A boy with blonde, buzzed hair about their age wearing a dark denim jacket — Simon (14) — sits on a rocking chair in front of a fire place. In his arms is a swaddled infant — PENNY (0), and he feeds it from a bottle. He is singing, his VOICE MUFFLED.
Simon
“For I can’t help falling in love with you….”
Joaquin
Holy shit, that’s-
Simon suddenly turns his head and looks out the window at the brothers.
Simon
(voice is still muffled and barely audible)
About time you guys show up! I’ve been waiting all night.
He stands up with the baby in his arms and walks towards the front door. The brothers start to run off.
Simon
Wait! Don’t go. I just want to chat.
The door opens, and the blonde boy emerges with the baby in his arms, standing on a raised patio. He and Rafael make eye contact.
Simon
Come on in, guys. Bet you’re freezing your balls off. Guns
at the doorstep, if ya wouldn’t mind. Y’all drink coffee?
INT. HOUSE — NIGHT
The brothers sit on a couch in the same living room they were looking into earlier. The room has rustic decor, wall hangings and things you might see in your grandparent’s house. They wear new, oversized pairs of clothes. The fireplace from earlier is CRACKLING.
Simon
(hands cups of coffee to the brothers, keeps one for
himself. He sits down in the adjacent recliner)
Coolbeans. Penelope is in bed, and now we can talk
like gentlemen! First, how are those clothes?
Rafael
They’re fine. Thank you.
Simon
Hope you don’t mind homemade creamer. Oh, and thanks for the
gas. Penny wouldn’t have had dinner if it weren’t for you guys. So tell me, what are your names?
Rafael and Joaquin exchange curious glances.
Rafael
I’m Rafael, and this is my brother Joaquin. What’s your name? Is
Penelope your sister?
Joaquin
What the fuck is this, Alcoholics Anonymous?
Simon
It’s all right, Joaquin. Introductions are hard for many of us.
Rafael snorts and laughs.
Joaquin
Wiseass, shut up. We’re doing you a favor by not killing
you, gas stealer. We’re Raiders.
Simon
(points to a handgun in a holster around his leg and wags
his finger mockingly)
Please. If you were Raiders, I’d be dead by now. Besides, if you
knew anything about Raiders, you’d know they wouldn’t be caught dead in anything that says Resistance. You guys must be their scouts. Look, I know your type. You have all of this crazy firepower to protect yourselves from zombies and yet you’re too chicken shit to use any of it. The Resistance doesn’t really need a bunch of kids to see what towns are infested. They want a devoted child army. Tell me, does the word nazi mean anything to y’all?
The brothers both shake their heads.
Simon (cont’d)
(nods)
I assume Resistance only teaches what they want. Sit down, now. Wouldn’t be very polite to kill your dinner host.
Joaquin sits back down.
Simon (cont’d)
Oh, where are my manners? My name is Simon. And, no, Penny is
not my sister. She’s my… she’s my daughter.
Rafael does a spit-take.
Joaquin
The fuck? How old are you?
Simon
(pretending to be angry, overdramatizes)
Joaquin, I won’t accept the profanity any longer. Go stand outside
and freeze to death!
Joaquin
Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise.
Simon
I’m joking! I don’t give a fuck. Look, I know you guys know who I am. Let’s cut the shit. I have something to show y’all.
Rafael sits up straight, looking expectantly at Simon.
Simon rolls up his shirt sleeve and shows the brothers his tattoo - a skull above the words PILLAGE OR DIE. This is insignia used to represent loyalty to the Raiders.
Rafael can’t help but show his disbelief.
Joaquin
(leans over to get a better look)
Yooo…
INT. PRISON — NIGHT — TWO WEEKS AGO
Flashback of nothingness alternating with all-neon red flashes of Simon running with Penny as guards chase and shoot at him indiscriminately. SIRENS blare.
Simon (O.S.)
Nothin’ to be proud of, Joaquin. Raiders made me… do things, horrible things. I’ve robbed, tortured, killed… worst was this one prisoner… they made me… do her because I wouldn’t kill an old couple… I fucking promised myself the day Penelope was born, I was taking her and running.
INT. HOUSE — NIGHT — BACK TO PRESENT
Back to the same living room as the scene before last.
Rafael
(after a short beat of processing.)
None of it was your fault. They made you do those things because they’re cowards.
Simon
Rafael, you don’t get it. Raiders kidnapped me when I was 6. I’m 14 now. I could have ran a lot sooner. I should have. I gave in. I’m the real coward.
Rafael looks to Joaquin for assistance.
Joaquin
You’re not. You were scared for your life. Sounds like they were rewarding you by allowing you to live. Nobody can blame you.
Simon
Maybe. I still think I could have done something. So, you guys gonna take me and Penny in or we just gonna sit here?
Rafael and Joaquin exchange glances. Somehow, they know exactly what each other is thinking.
Rafael
No.
Simon
What? What do you mean? I’m a Raider. You’re supposed to turn
Raiders in. That’s what the Resistance does.
Rafael
(fidgets)
To be honest, Joaquin was just talking about leaving the
Resistance. Maybe we should. And, maybe… maybe you and
Penny can come with us.
Joaquin
We can be your family.
Simon
Are you… are you guys serious? Wow, thank you. But, Mercs would never stop coming after us. They’re already looking for me. You shouldn’t have to run from them, too.
Rafael
(takes a moment to contemplate this. He then smiles.)
So what if we have Mercs after us? We’d take care of each other. We’d be smart. Everyone deserves a family.
EXT. ABANDONED TRAIN STATION — DAY — ONE WEEK LATER
Simon and Rafael walk side by side along a railroad track. Rafael looks at Simon and notices that he appears lost in thought.
Rafael
Hey, Penny is in good hands. Joaquin might be dumb, but he’s a
good protector. Trust me, I grew up with him.
Simon
Sure.
EXT. ABANDONED TRAIN STATION — DAY
Back to Simon and Rafael walking down the same railroad track as the scene before last.
Rafael
I promise. He’ll keep her safe.
Simon
Yeah.
There are a few moments where no words are said. Rafael looks again at Simon and sees that his dejected expression has not changed.
Rafael
Look, I know-
Simon
Do you believe in God?
Raffael
Yeah, why? Do you?
Simon
I think if there is a God, he’s an asshole.
Rafael
Yeah. I can see that. But, he loves you.
Simon stops and turns toward Rafael.
Simon
Don’t you say that, man. Don’t you dare fucking say that to me.
Rafael
Okay. I’m sorry. Let’s keep going.
Rafael continues walking. Simon stands still. Tears well as he faces Rafael.
Simon
Nobody should love me. I’m a monster. All my life, I’ve been-
Rafael
You’re a legend.
Simon
Bullshit.
Rafael
Bulltrue. You said enough is enough, and you left. Remember
the rumor? You runnin’ inspired others to do the same. That
doesn’t make you a monster, that makes you a legend.
Simon didn’t expect Rafael to say any of this, and his shock is apparent yet modest.
Rafael (cont’d)
Listen, your past means nothin’ to Joaquin and me. I like you for
who you’ve become, not for things you did. Like Joaquin said,
you’re making things right. It’s not your past that makes you who
you are, it’s what you’re doing now. Think about all of the
families, all the lives you just saved by runnin’. That takes the
courage of a hero. So, yeah, you deserve love.
Simon
(after a long, emotionally charged beat)
Can I hug you?
Rafael
Hell yeah, man.
The boys embrace, and a smile emerges through Simon’s emotional expression.
EXT. VACATION HOME — DAY — 16 MONTHS LATER
Simon and Joaquin stand in a clearing surrounded by tall trees outside a remote vacation home. Next to the boys is a garden. They are cheering Penelope on as she takes her first steps. Simon scoops Penelope up and spins with her.
Simon
That’s my girl!
INT. VACATION HOME — DAY
Simon and Joaquin are sitting at a table as they play with Penelope. Simon walks in carrying an automatic rifle and puts it on a high shelf. Can’t Help Falling in Love With You plays quietly on a record player.
Rafael
Good news. Sounds like Raiders aren’t after us anymore. Too
many defectors- Why are you all so happy?
Joaquin
Penny took her first steps!
Rafael
I missed it?!
Rafael runs over to Penelope.
Rafael
Did you walk? Did you walk? Who’s getting to be a big girl?
The boys all laugh.
CREDITS ROLL.
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mycurse1999 · 5 years
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The world is changing.
I see the fog of damnation crawling,
And I see the dark of night slowly approaching.
The winter of cold hearts is brightening,
while the summer of burning passion is dimming.
I hear the thumping, the scurrying of feet going nowhere, 
And no longer do they share their voices, 
for they do not care.
I ask them “whyfor?”. 
They do not reply.
The sirens of fascination cry out for notice,
but the sirens of hatred, they cry louder.
However, Silence screams louder than all today.
Someone tell me
where we went wrong, why can’t we unifyingly sing this song?
Why is it that whenever we need eachother most we often act like a ghost hiding away from those around us? 
You know, this carelessness can only send us into a deranged sense of what reality was, is, will be, even could be. 
Just a little kindness could make all the difference in the world if we would just learn to observe and draw attention from ourselves outwards.
We could be selfless, but we are selfish.
Today we live. Tomorrow we die. 
So why are we only worrying about our own cards when we are all playing a cooperative game with the same simple objective?
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Will didn’t go through two seasons of absolute shit just so he could act as the Party’s glorified security system
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mycurse1999 · 5 years
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Beauty (sfd)
Hey all, or rather, anybody who might be read this. I've decided to get back into writing, at least here and there. Anyway, I'm calling this one Beauty for now as it's just a shitty first draft. If only you could see the beauty of life
If only you knew that there is more than meets the eye
We’re only here for a moment
So live and love every second of it
There’s not enough time to neglect it
So if you say
I’ve had enough
I’m done here
Just look at what you’re missing
You’re not done here
There’s so much you haven’t done
There’s so much you haven’t seen
And when you’re blind
I will help you see
When all else fails, remember there’s a God above
And when you feel like there’s no more for you here
Just remember that gems were once coals
Sometimes, the best things in life are hidden in plain sight
Listen, we don’t know your life
But that doesn’t mean we don’t see your strife
We know your pain
We want to help
You’re not alone
No one can numb the pain
But you can overcome the pain
We’ve been there and beat it
Remember that you’re not alone
A handful of pills
A gunshot to the head
A razor’s sharp edge
Are not solutions to reach a better day
You’re so worth it
You just don’t know it
I have scars too
You’re not alone
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mycurse1999 · 6 years
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All anyone needs is just one person to believe in them. Just one.
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mycurse1999 · 6 years
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In this world you can either be kind or rude. Choose kindness.
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