A Junky And His Bounty

A reckless bounty hunter tracks his target to a lonely diner on the Mars Intergalactic Spaceport. He’ll have to face an old, deadly friend and overcome his addictions if he wants to bring in this bounty.

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A Junky And His Bounty

Animation Script | Short | Scifi

 FADE IN:

SUPER: “2187, A.D.”

EXT. MARS INTERGALACTIC SPACEPORT – NIGHT

An enormous, metallic biodome hovers over the dormant volcano, Olympus Mons. A variety of spacecraft swarm in and out of a singular opening atop the craft, each flashing blue as they drop in and out of warp space.

INT. MARS INTERGALACTIC SPACEPORT – NIGHT

A honeycomb of docking ports line the interior walls of the biome. Elevator cars glide in every direction between the landing pads as spacecraft float lazily across the dome.

A buzzing metropolis spans the floor of the biodome. A network of trams connect the many buildings. A single glowing, neon sign rises above the rest of the metallic towers. It reads: “LAST CHANCE DINER.”

INT. LAST CHANCE DINER – NIGHT

EMBER STRYKER, 37, scruffy bounty hunter in mismatched military fatigues, saunters into the diner, scans the crowd, and lights a smoke.

He pushes a few buttons on his wrist device and touches his ear piece. A R.A.P. sheet appears via hologram in front of him.

U.N. OFFICIAL (V.O.)

(female voice)

Conrad Ghandi lost his piloting gig and pension a few months back. Disappeared from the grid. Reappeared here yesterday. Reports pin him as the delivery man for a shipment of illegal bionics to Earth.

EMBER

And why the fuck do I care?

U.N. OFFICIAL

Because if you don’t, then the scales will be unfairly tipped in favor of the Resistance, which cuts your drug supply from us.

Ember kills the hologram, pulls a small capsule of nano-caine from his breast pocket, and inhales it. His irises pucker, nostrils flare. Movement catches his eye from the back of the diner.

CONRAD GHANDI, 38, lithe gentleman in a trench coat, locks eyes with Ember then slips out the far door.

EMBER

Shit! He just got away!

U.N. OFFICIAL (V.O.)

Well, go after him!

Ember readies a pistol, but before he can move RONAN BROJA, 41, heavy set, slightly armored Intergalactic Marshall pries himself from the a booth at the far end of the diner to bar his path.

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Film Script | Short | Horror

EXT. HILLTOP – NIGHT

STERN, 36, scruffy, stands on a hilltop overlooking a small village. Snow-flurries whip across the landscape.

He gazes at a silver pendant in his hand and clinches his fist around it until dark, crimson blood PITTER-PATTERS onto the ivory snow.

FADE TO:

INT. CABIN – NIGHT – FLASHBACK

Hinges hang from an empty doorway. Stern enters axe in hand.

STERN
Autumn?

His eyes search the dark room pausing on AUTUMN, 27, golden- red hair. She lies motionless on the floor blood pooling around her head.

STERN (CONT’D)
Autumn!

He drops the axe, rushes to her side, and scoops her into his arms. Bestial bite marks ooze vital fluids from her neck.

He attempts to stanch the flow of blood, but the blood flows stronger. His lips begin to quiver when a noise startles him.

STERN (CONT’D)
Who’s there?

He grabs his axe and scans the room.

A shadow rushes past him and lands on the windowsill.

STERN (CONT’D)
WHO’S THERE!

Glowing green eyes narrow in the darkness.

His grip tightens around the axe handle; his knuckles burn white.

A guttural howl erupts from the green eyed beast as it escapes through the window.

END FLASHBACK

Stern release his grip on the pendant, wipes the blood on his chest, and trudges toward the small village.

FADE TO BLACK.

OVER BLACK.

The sound of CLINKING glasses, GRUFF voices, CRACKLING firewood.

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