Screenplay

1 INT. STUDIO, ARTISTS DESK- NIGHT 1

The painter’s silhouette is seen by the faint light of old

desk lamp. He is seating, crunched over a group of

disorganized, half-completed canvas lying on the desk.

PAINTER

Uhh! This is all shit!

He grunts in frustration and throws his paintbrush at the

wall; it recoils hits him in near the eye socket.

PAINTER

Ah perfect (sarcastically as he

hold his eye). This shit sucks even

if your blind.

A spider-like creature crawls along the floor, up the desk

and bites him. He jolts upright and looks around a bit

disoriented. Suddenly, he manifests a contemplative

expression, grabs his brush and begins to paint on the

canvas.

PAINTER

Yes. Now a little... perfect. Now

I’m getting somewhere.

He stops brushing mid-stroke, grimaces at the canvas, and

then slowly rotates his head to the wall on his right-hand

side.

2 INT. STUDIO, MURAL WALL- NIGHT 2

The PAINTER springs up from the chair and paces to the wall.

He tears down a wrinkled 2001 Space Odyssey poster and an

impressionist styled canvas and begins to feel the texture.

PAINTER

This might work.

He walks back to base of his desk, grabs a artist utility

belt, paints, brushes, and palette. He returns to the wall,

drops the supplies; As he paints with quick, fluid stokes,

the wall seem to emit more light.

3 INT. STUDIO, MUSICIAN’S CORNER- NIGHT 3

The light emitting from the canvas slowly illuminates the

MUSICIAN sitting on a wooden stool in a corner of the

studio. The musician, who is turning her guitar, slowly

glances up and is dazed by the light. Her eyes notices the

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animated motion of the painter. Interested, she walks over

to the mural and stares in amazement.

She coughs to get the Painter’s attention; the sound doesn’t

faze the him. He continues to work as if he is in a trace.

MUSICIAN

Hey...so I know you never like the

poster but I don’t he’ll go for the

ground.

Painter continues to work.

MUSICIAN

Dude!

Painter continues to work.

MUSICIAN

Are you serious right now!

(taps painters shoulder)

The Painter jumps, clearly startled. He looks at brush and

slowly looks up at the mural. He pedals backward a few paces

and stairs at what he has just created.

PAINTER

I...ah..was...well, I guess I was

just gettin some work done?!

(pauses and looks at Musician)

Well, what do you think?

MUSICIAN

I like it...but I don’t think Mr.

Kubrick would feel the same way.

(reassuringly)

No, really, I like it.

PAINTER

I don’t know what came over me. The

canvas, it was just so small. So

much pressure had bottled up. If I

didn’t release it, I would of like

exploded....I... I actually really

like it.

MUSICIAN

Lets just say it’s a hell of a lot

better than this.

(Holds up blank sheet music)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 3.

PAINTER

Still got nothing?

MUSICIAN

Nah, I guess I to drink whatever

your having.

The Painter grins and the Musician starts to walk back to

the corner.

4 INT. STUDIO, MUSICIANS CORNER-NIGHT 4

The MUSICIAN is pacing around her stool and sits down in

frustration. A bug crawls up her leg. She gets bitten and

suddenly recoils.

MUSICIAN

Ouch, dammit!

(drops sheet music)

What the...?

(turns head from side to side)

She stands up and begins to pick up her music sheets. She

hears distant brush strokes from the painter’s brush and her

foot starts to tap the ground. She drops papers she had been

collecting, stands up straight and closes her eyes.

MUSICIAN

That’s it!!

She swing around the guitar and begins to walk toward the

mural.

5 INT. STUDIO, MURAL WALL- NIGHT 5

The MUSICIAN stands with her eyes closed a few feet behind

the PAINTER, who is still touching up the mural. Feeling the

the rhythm of the brush strokes, she begins to play a song.

The Painter looks over his shoulder at the Musician and

starts to nod to the beat.

PAINTER

That’s pretty good. Who ya playin?

MUSICIAN

I’m not. Just whatever feels right.

The Painter smiles and returns to his brush. The song’s

tempo rises and he start to sway and bob as he strokes. More

light is emitted from the mural wall.

4.

6 INT. FILMMAKER SET- DAWN 6

The light radiating from the mural illuminates a struggling

DANCER on a makeshift film set being directed by a

FILMMAKER.

DANCER

I like what’s going on over here.

(Pointing at the mural. )

Filmmaker looks angrily from behind the camera.

FILMMAKER

Seriously, can you focus for more

than 35 seconds? Fuck man.

Actually, don’t try it, you might

start seizing.

DANCER

Chill out man; we’ve been crazy

workin for hours. Lets get some

air, maybe check out pretty-boy and

this sick jam.

FILMMAKER

One month my friend; that all we

got left before they throw us out

on our asses. AIR is not a luxury

as we have at this point.

7 INT. STUDIO, MURIAL- NIGHT 7

The dancer ignores the remark and walk toward towards the

mural with an excitedly grin. The filmmaker rolls his eyes

and sluggishly follows. Both watch the PAINTER and the

MUSICIAN.

FILMMAKER

(sarcastically gesturing

towards the Musician)

Great; another blunt smoking

jam-band guitarist, haven’t seen

that before.

DANCER

That too harsh. There’s clearly

structure; and that beat...

(song comes soft section)

Right on. Hell even pretty boy’s

doing something worth while.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 5.

PAINTER

(Over his shoulder as he

paints)

Hey man, I’m not the one in tights

right now.

DANCER

Please; you wish you had this

definition. You know, you could

pull this off if you’d eat more

than soy and salad and maybe

discover the gym.

PAINTER

I’ll just let you be the bigger ass

FILMMAKER

(looking at the poster under

the Painter’s feet)

You know it was just sticky tack.

(Dancer snickers)

Filmmaker scoffs at the painter and dancer and stalks back

to his camera as the song comes to can end.

DANCER

(to Musician)

Seriously, that was sick. Never

heard you play anything like it.

Been working on for very long?

MUSICIAN

No I just heard it coming. I just

grabbed the neck and it practically

played itself.

DANCER

Strike that rhythm up again; it

will help me drone out the bitter

old man.

The Musician starts to play and the Dancer drags his feet

back toward the film set. The spider-like creature suddenly

lowers from the ceiling onto his shoulder, bites down and

the Dancer jolts in reaction. The Dancer begins to take

another step and stops mid-step. He spins around and begins

experimenting with dance moves. He glides in front of the

Musician.

MUSICIAN

Damn boy!

6.

The painter observes in amazement for seconds; he then turn

and starts to hum and soft, rich tone while finishes

touching up the work.

8 INT. STUDIO, FILMMAKERS CORNER- NIGHT 8

The FILMMAKER sulks in a hard wooden chair next to his

camera. From the corner, he stairs at the PAINTER, MUSICIAN,

and DANCER as the continue to create in the background. He

snaps his head around as if failing to locate something.

FILMMAKER

Amusing; they doddle for weeks; no

research, no brainstorming, no

work... and then.... aww hell.

Filmmaker reaches down toward a small cabinet and pulls

handle.

FILMMAKER

(looking at his hand)

What that fuck!

There appears to be a pastel green ooze smeared on this

fingers. He wipes the substance on a blank sheet of

parchment on top of the cabinet. He reaching inside the

cabinet and pulls out a half-empty bottle of single malt

Scotch and glass. He then pours a generous portion and takes

a long sip. The raises his arm to take another and stops; he

sets down the glass and starts to advancing toward the

mural.

9 INT. STUDIO, MURAL- DAWN 9

In their near-unconscious state, the PAINTER, MUSICIAN, and

DANCER did not see the FILMMAKER standing directly in front

of them. The Filmmaker mutes the guitar’s strings with his

hand. The Musician stops strumming and opens her eyes, the

Dancer stops his feet, and the Painter drops his brush. As

if a trance has been lifted, the three characters shake

their head and turn toward the Filmmaker.

FILMMAKER

Enough!! What the hell is going on?

We’ve been working in this

shit-hole for weeks without making

a god damn thing. Hell I wouldn’t

even show my mother the shit you

been making. Now what *pause* am I

supposed to believe that Zeus

himself decided to get off his ass,

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 7.

FILMMAKER (cont’d)take 3 of his most beautiful bolts,

load in some acid strike you fools.

Now I know I’m not a churchgoing

fella, but I’d say that Father

himself would laugh if he heard

that 3 miracles were granted at the

same time, within pissing distance

of each other.

(others shrug and exchange

glances)

(To painter)

Well *pause* you started this.

PAINTER

Uhh. I guess I don’t really know. I

was painting something a few

minutes ago, not my best work. I

think I was about to quit when it

just hit me. An image and emotion

connected *pause* it was so clear;

my hand just wouldn’t stop.

MUSICIAN

Hell I couldn’t get my start.

Everything that came to mind was

just garbage. I saw pretty boy

going crazy on the wall. Gotta

say, compared to shit he’s been

drawing. Then I heard music;

(close-up of paintbrush

stroking the wall)

I thought somebody had turned on

the radio next door; but I was

coming from me. I don’t know, I

just started playing.

DANCER

You better write that shit down. It

was like the song you wrote last

week, only good.

(gets punched in the arm)

Damn girl, just sayin. I wasn’t

impressed at first but then

something...

(does a quick dance jig)

clicked.

(extending his arm and

snapping his fingers)

PAINTER

Damn dude, check out your arm.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 8.

(grabs the Dancer’s arms,

examines the moderate sized

red bump)

Probably a spider bite; I got

nicked couple weeks ago, although

it was bit smaller than this.

DANCER

Hmm... I’m not not that surprised;

this hell hole is full of spiders,

roaches, and other critters. Other

day, saw termites.

MUSICIAN

This building is metal you idiot.

DANCER

Musta heard you playin last week

and came to eat that guitar; save

us all.

(Musician rolls eyes)

PAINTER

Yo check this out. I got one too!

(lightly squeezes the bump and

activates a pastel green

discharge)

MUSICIAN

Eww. You guys are filthy; maybe

if... damn; I have a bite also.

PAINTER

You don’t think...

FILMMAKER

Shut up. Seriously, you guys must

think that I am stupid. I listen

you babble on, thinking you’d have

fun with your little prank for a

while and then confess. That stuff

(pointing around at the mural,

guitar, and Dancer)

is great; all three of you musta

coordinated for weeks. Now *pause*we all have deadlines and we agreed

to help each other. I will not

stand for such selfish idea

hoarding when my career is on the

line.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 9.

PAINTER

Seriously, check my sketch pads;

this just came outta nowhere.

(Dancer and Musician nod their

heads)

FILMMAKER

Fine.

10 INT. STUDIO- NIGHT 10

The PAINTER, MUSICIAN, and DANCER watch the FILMMAKER

boorishly flip over papers, sketches, sheet music, books,

and furniture. In anger he swipes brushes, paints, and

materials off the painters desk. Exhausted, he collapses on

the desk chair from and folds his face in the crevice of his

arm. A spider-like creative peers over the desk edge and

begin crawling toward the Filmmaker as he begins to lift his

head.

DANCER

Yo man, chill out.

MUSICIAN

Seriously, we are not messing with

you. We just got lucky today.

As the Filmmaker lifts his head, he spots the spider-like

creature--*SFX:smack*. The same pastel green ooze splatters

on the desktop

FILMMAKER

Disgusting.

The Painter, Musician, and Dancer all look at one another.

PAINTER

Do any of you remember when, or

more importantly what gave you

those marks.

MUSICIAN

It definitely wasn’t there last

night.

DANCER

Mine either.

FILMMAKER

So I’m supposed to believe that a

magic spider told you to make that

that.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 10.

(point to mural)

And writes hit songs; And dabbles

in choreography on the side.

MUSICIAN

Your right genius; we should ignore

the fact that 3 of our greatest

works occurred at the same time

that we all get the same crazy bite

marks. Much better idea.

The Filmmaker suddenly gets a mental image of him opening

the cabinet with scotch and seeing the same pastel green

ooze on his fingers. He is restored to reality. He thinks

then shakes his head.

FILMMAKER

Sorry to disappoint you, but I

don’t depend on magic bugs for my

ideas. If you don’t mind, I’ve got

a deadline on my own.

He stands up and walks toward his camera.

11 INT. STUDIO,CENTER OF ROOM-NIGHT 11

The FILMMAKER takes a few steps, stops, and turns to mural;

he then bends over and picks up sheets of paper that are

scattered from his rampage. He begins to draws; his hand

move faster with each minute. He paces back and forth for 10

minutes while he writes and draws. In the background, the

PAINTER, MUSICIAN, and DANCER had notice the Filmmaker’s

writing and chatter quietly in anticipation. The Filmmaker

finishes a rough storyboard and calmly stairs at the mural;

the other characters approach him.

PAINTER

What were you doing?

FILMMAKER

Well, read this and see for

yourself.

(handing over the papers)

PAINTER

This is *pause* well this is

incredible. It that based on

*points to part of the mural*

FILMMAKER

(Filmmaker nods)

Yes; it just fits.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 11.

DANCER

For real. Specially this

part. *points to paper* This this

me?

(Filmmaker nods)

MUSICIAN

And this *points to paper* will

sound amazing while this happens

*points to paper*(Filmmaker nods; keeps a

serious disposition but is

clearly excited)

12 EXT. THEATER- NIGHT 12

The theater is lit up with bright, colorful lights. Patron

are dressing in formal attire and standing in longs lines,

waiting to enter. A taxi drives into the scene and obscures

the theater. The door opens, legs from a man in a tailored

suit steps out, and the taxi drives away. Pedaling upward,

we see over the should of the man and dolly with him as he

walk to the theater.

CROWD

(muffled voices)

Is that him?...I think so... Hey

look who it is.

MAN 1

Ahh. Bout time; big night ahead.

They are already inside.

(to one of the bouncers)

Jimmy, get our man here to right

spot in the main theater.

JIMMY

Right this way sir.

Continue to dolly as one shot into the theater

13 INT. THEATER- NIGHT 13

Continue to see over the shoulder of the well dressing man,

we dolly with the man inside theater, down corridors, and

into the main screening room. JIMMY show us a empty seat

next to the MUSICIAN, DANCER, and PAINTER, who are also in

formal dress. The FILMMAKER shakes hands with the Dancer and

Painter and hugs the Musician.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 12.

DANCER

It’s about to start.

14 INT. THEATER, SCREENING ROOM- NIGHT 14

From above the middle of the crowd the film starts. The

entire room is shown from a panning motion of the frame;

face of the crowd are sporadically illuminated from the

light on the screen. After a complete circle, the screen is

seen again, with “fin” displayed. The well-dressed crowd

gives a standing ovation. The FILMMAKER, MUSICIAN, DANCER,

and PAINTER are in fine clothes in the middle of the crowd

and only the Filmmaker remains seated. The crowd starts to

clear out of the theater.

PAINTER

They really enjoyed it.

DANCER

How could they not, did you see me

on screen?

MUSICIAN

That’s when those girls in the

front row made a bathroom break.

DANCER

Somebody’s jealous

PAINTER

Speaking of bathroom, that was a

long movie and I downed this.

(20 oz. soda cup)

FILMMAKER

Go on ahead, I’ll be there in a

second.

PAINTER

Alright man, congratulations.

MUSICIAN

Seriously, impressive.

(hugs the Filmmaker)

DANCER

Gotta sign some autographs anyway.

The three characters leave and only the Filmmaker remains in

the theater. He takes a deep breath and for the first time

grins. He turns to leave and a bite is seen on his neck.