I’M LOOKING
FOR YOU
By
Aiden Smith
The screen is enveloped in static. Fades away, VHS Tape Lines occasionally running up and down, and occasional bursts of static. Fades to a blue screen, a ‘▶️’ button in the corner. Cuts to A COLLEGE GIRL talking, the background behind her unclear.
COLLEGE GIRL
-illed enough people! Let’s bring the fight to him!
Screen fades out. Fade in.
EXT. POLICE STATION - LATE NIGHT
Lights are barely on, flickering. Trash and newspapers move across the ground with a sudden breeze. 3 Police Cars are outside the station. Nobody is outside.
A THREATENING FIGURE walks in front of the station. We see only the back of him. He stares at the station for a few moments. We hear only heavy breathing. He walks towards the Police Station.
INT. POLICE STATION - SAME TIME
There’s a desk in the main room, doors on either side leading to presumably the rest of the station. Sitting behind the desk, looking bored, is THE SECRETARY. Her name is Linda B., as seen on her nametag. Hanging on the desk casually and chatting with the secretary is THE OFFICER. His name tag says he’s named Kane H. We see them mid ‘conversation’.
THE OFFICER
And I say, “Well, missie, look at what the Badge here says!” And when she does-Oh god, the look on her face!
The Officer starts laughing uproariously. The Secretary sighs, looking tired.
THE SECRETARY
Yup, real funny, Kane. About as funny as the first time you talked about it. And the third. And the Eighth. Seriously, hearing you going out and dealing with drunk kids? Thrilling. Really needs to be told again to get the full grasp of the message.
The Officer shoots The Secretary a glare.
THE OFFICER
Hey, all I’m trying to do is make this less boring. I mean, come on, you know as well as I do how boring these graveyard shifts can be!
THE SECRETARY
Yeah, and you know what I do instead of annoying coworkers with ‘how awesome I am’? Find something productive to do. Like getting co-workers a drink from the vending machine.
The Officer sighs, walking to a side of the room that does indeed have a vending machine. He pulls out some spare change, muttering.
THE OFFICER
What would you like?
THE SECRETARY
I’ll get a Pepsi, if you plea-
She stops, looking forwards for a moment, squinting. Her eyes go wide.
THE THREATENING FIGURE stands in front of the entrance. He’s in a thick, heavy coat, splattered with rain. His face is hidden. An abrupt bolt of lightning and thunder illuminates his figure. The Officer, focused on the vending machine, doesn’t see the newcomer, but looks puzzled.
THE OFFICER
What the-? It wasn’t raining a sec’ ago… Eh, weather, always weird ‘round here, isn’t it? Alright, now, a Pepsi...
He shrugs it off and pops in the number for a Coke, waiting there and humming a tune. The Threatening Figure approaches the desk, slowly. The Secretary stares at him, terrified. There’s a clunk noise as the Coke pops out.
THE OFFICER
Ah, there we go!
The Officer picks up the Coke, turning around. He see’s The Threatening Figure. The Threatening Figure looks back, his face still hidden by the hood of his coat.
THE OFFICER
… Huh. You new to town?
The Threatening Figure ignores the question, and looks back at the now shivering Secretary. He reaches into his coat, laboriously slow.
Close up of The Secretary’s eye.
Close up of The Threatening Figure reaching into his jacket.
Repeat, but closer.
Repeat, but closer. More tense. The Secretary see’s her life flash before her eyes, envisioning a gruesome end that probably entails a Machete to the head. Her hand reaches for the gun under the desk.
The Officer pops open the Coke and takes a drink from it, not seeing anything wrong or noticing the Secretary reaching for the pistol under the desk.
The Threatening Figure finally pulls out a notepad, putting it down on the desk, along with a pencil. Clumsily, he writes out a message. Cut to this notepad.
THE THREATENING FIGURES’ NOTEPAD
HERE TO REPORT CRImE
THE SECRETARY stops her hand from pulling out the gun. She looks at THE THREATENING FIGURE.
THE SECRETARY
… And you can’t just say that because?
THE THREATENING FIGURE writes down on the note again. Cut to the notepad.
THE THREATENING FIGURES’ NOTEPAD
HERE TO REPORT CRImE
Im CLUmSY TALKER
NOT ImPORTANT CRImE REPORT
LIFES IN DANGER
The Secretary looks at the message, pale.
THE SECRETARY
I’ll. . . I’ll get you the Detective. He can help...
INT. DETECTIVE'S OFFICE - A FEW MOMENTS LATER
The Threatening Figure is seated, hood still over his head. Sitting behind the desk is DETECTIVE BLAKE ROMERO as can be seen by the nameplate on his desk. He’s in his mid 30’s. Dark hair. Hard eyes. He’s in a tan jacket. There’s a photo of him and a woman behind him. Smiling.
He’s not smiling now. He opens a notepad of his own, looking at The Threatening Figure.
DETECTIVE BLAKE ROMERO
Name?
A wave of static and some skipping of audio interrupts the ‘footage’ for the next few questions. The finer details of The Threatening Figure remain a mystery.
Blake is seemingly satisfied with the answers and flips a page, staring hard.
DETECTIVE BLAKE ROMERO
So, Linda says you have something to report… What might that be?
The Threatening Figure reaches into his jacket and pulls out a photo, putting it down on the desk. It’s of the COLLEGE GIRL. She’s Smiling. Graduation photo? On it, in red marker(?) are the words ‘KILLER!’ Blake Romero raises an eyebrow, looking at the Threatening Figure. He stops taking notes.
DETECTIVE BLAKE ROMERO
. . . That’s quite the accusation you got there. Any proof?
The Threatening Figure pauses for a moment; uncertain? But he reaches into his jacket again and pulls out a new notepad. He looks at the Detective, pointing at a pencil. Blake shrugs and the Threatening Figure accepts it. He writes on the notepad. Cut to the notepad.
THREATENING FIGURES’ NOTEPAD
Im PROOF. NOW HELP mE
BEFORE THEY COmE HERE
AND KILL mE
EXT. POLICE STATION - LATE NIGHT
The station looks as it did before. But we see a van roll up now. The windows are darkened, and from the angle we can’t see inside.
COLLEGE GIRL (VO)
We know what to do?
OTHER VOICES (VO)
Yeah!
COLLEGE GIRL (VO)
Alright. Now let’s get in there, and rip the fucker apart!
Other Voices cheer. Cut to a series of jumps of various crude weapons; a MACHETE, a REVOLVER, a BASEBALL BAT STUDDED WITH NAILS, a SHOTGUN, and a CHAINSAW. The Chainsaw revs into action.
INT. POLICE STATION - SAME TIME
The room looks the same as it did before, The Officer leaning on the desk and sipping occasionally from his Coke. The Secretary looks nervous, finicking and looking behind at the doors every now and again. The Officer notices.
THE OFFICER
Hey, what’s wrong? You seem… nervous.
The Secretary looks at him, incredulous.
THE SECRETARY
Did you not see that guy!? He was huge! I thought when he was reaching into his jacket that he was gonna-
THE OFFICER
What? Pull out some hammer or something and bash your head in?
The Secretary looks embarrassed, wringing out her hands.
THE SECRETARY
Well… Yeah! Not exactly that, but close enough!
The Officer snorts derisively, rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his drink.
THE OFFICER
Please! Like anybody would be dumb enough to do that kinda shit in a Police Station! That kind of stuff only happens in bad B-Movies!
The front door is kicked open. Standing there are a collection of College students; THE COLLEGE GIRL from earlier holding the chainsaw, a tall muscular student (THE JOCK) holding the baseball bat with nails, a scrawnier one with glasses and a generally unimpressive attire (THE GEEK) holding the revolver, a peppy cheerleader (THE . . . PROMISCUOUS ONE) holding the shotgun, and a man with a rasta cap and tie-dyed t-shirt (THE STONER) holding the machete. The Secretary and Officer look at the rag-tag group in disbelief.
THE OFFICER
. . . I stand corrected?
The group raises their weapons, trying to look menacing and doing a good job at it.
THE COLLEGE GIRL
SHUT IT! WHERE’S THE FREAK?
The Officer pulls out a gun, aiming it at the group.
THE OFFICER
Alright kids, drop the weapons!
THE . . . PROMISCUOUS ONE
Ugh, uh, buddy, why’re you waving that little dingy around? We’re the good guys here!
THE JOCK
Yeah! Stacy’s right, we ain’t gotta do nothin’, but drop that killer in the ground! Now tell us, or we drop you!
The Secretary pulls out the pistol from underneath the desk, aiming it at the group.
THE SECRETARY
You kids ain’t doing shit! Now drop your weapons, NOW!
THE OFFICER
YOU HAVE A GUN!?
THE SECRETARY
It’s standard issue to be under the desk, now look at them and- HEY!
The Geek twitches, holding his revolver up.
THE SECRETARY
DROP IT!
The Geek fires the Revolver. The Officer drops, shot to the chest. He staggers to the floor, firing his pistol a few times, hitting nothing but the ceiling. Everyone screams, ducking for cover.
THE COLLEGE GIRL
JIM, WHAT THE FUCK!?
THE GEEK (JIM)
Sh-She was pointing a gun at me, I had to shoot!
THE COLLEGE GIRL
THEN WHY DID YOU SHOOT THE COP!?
Cut to the Officer, blood leaking from his lips and his hand holding the gunshot wound.
THE OFFICER
*Bloody gurgle*
Cut to Jim wincing, looking around, breathing heavily.
JIM
We-Well, he, uh, he must have been working with IT, right? And, erm, uh, a-at least none of us are dea-
A gunshot rings out, hitting Jim in the head.
THE. . . PROMISCUOUS ONE (STACY)
JIM!
Cut to The Secretary, wild-eyed and firing at random, shouting incoherently- something about The Officer.
INT. DETECTIVE’S OFFICE - SAME TIME
The sound of gunfire is clear in the office. The Threatening Figure cowers in his seat, while Blake looks at his door with a shocked face. Quickly, he rushes to the door and locks it, moving quickly to a dispatch radio.
DETECTIVE BLAKE ROMERO
This is Blake Romero, Detective. I’m at the Police Station; there is gunfire in the main lobby. We are under fire; all officers, respond!
INT. POLICE STATION
The college students are cowering behind a vending machine, the Secretary standing her ground and firing wildly, still screaming at them.
THE STONER
Dude, this is way too much for me, man! I’m outta here!
He makes to leave, before getting shot down by the Secretary.
STACY
ALRIGHT, THAT’S IT!
Stacy rises from her position, getting a bullet in the shoulder. She grits her teeth and ignores it, firing the shotgun. The Secretary is thrown against the wall, her chest a red hole. Stacy grips her shoulder, turning to the others.
STACY
Alright, so- we agree the creep made them go crazy and attacks us?
JOCK
Well, we technically fired first-
COLLEGE GIRL
Yup, it was The Creep who made them attack us. Solid story.
Cut to the floor. A FLASHBANG rolls across the floor. They notice it.
COLLEGE GIRL
What the-?
The Flashbang goes off. The kids scream, while armed COPS storm into the lobby.
COP #1
DROP YOUR WEAPONS!
COP #2
GET ON THE FLOOR, NOW!
STACY
I CAN’T SEE, OH GOD!
The three are forcefully restrained to the floor, getting handcuffed and dragged out of the building. The building is quiet.
No twist ending, no conclusion. The credits just roll.
The screen turns blue, a ‘⏏’ in the corner, along with the words ‘EJECT’. Cut to a VHS Player, a tape coming out. A hand grabs it.
Cut to a garbage can. The tape is thrown in. Last shot is of the tape sitting in the trash.
VIEWER (V.O)
Well, that sucked.
ROLL CREDITS
END
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