Script

EXT. ALLEYWAY, LONDON
Kyle walks down the alleyway slowly, his hands tensed into a fist with his hood up and his head lowered. Looking at the house numbers.
KYLE
*Murmuring* ..124, 126, 128.. 130, Here we go.
Kyle Stops at an old looking apartment. He moves closer and places his hand on the gate. He hesitates.
KYLE (CONT’D)
What am I doing, this doesn't make any sense Kyle.
He moves his hand to a necklace hanging around his neck and grips it tightly as he closes his eyes. Kyle takes a long deep breath
KYLE (CONT’D)
Here we go..
Kyle swings open the gate, and pushes himself closer to the house. The gate echo’s as it crashes behind him.
KYLE (CONT’D)
*sighs*
Kyle looks over at the house as he slowly moves closer, he looks at the windows. Some are boarded up with huge cracks from one side to the other. One of the curtain moves as kyle stops silently in place.
Kyle runs his hand through his hair to get his hair out of his eyes, and then looks back at the gate.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Maybe this isn't such a good idea.
Kyle puts his right hand in his left pocket and takes out his old tattered wallet, he opens it up and checks his money and counts the notes.
KYLE (CONT’D)
120, 130, 140.. One hundred and fifty pounds.. Its all their.
He goes through a pouch and takes out a small creased photograph.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Oh, Stephanie, I love you soo much. I need you.
Kyle puts the picture back in his wallet and then he puts it away in his pocket. He shakes his hands to loosen himself up, and then does a small jog up the short stairs to the front door. He stands at the door and slowly moves his hand to the door, kyle runs his fingers over the door along a huge crack.
KYLE (CONT’D)
*gulps* that doesn't look too good..
Kyle knocks three times on the door as it makes a loud prolonging echo through the house.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Hello is anyone there?
Kyle waits there for a short time and then knocks again but harder.
KYLE (CONT’D)
I need your help, please. Open the door. Please.
Kyle starts knocking louder repeatedly.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Open the god damn door!
Kyle stop, and leans his head against the door.
KYLE (CONT’D)
I need her back..
Kyle looks over at the door opening and sees that it is slightly open.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Wait a minute. There’s something blocking the door.
Kyle places his shoulder on the door and rams into it, widening the gap until the door opens. He stands tall in the doorway as he peers down the dark hallway. He shivers and tightly pulls his jacket in closer to his body. Kyle places one cautious footstep in the house and then waits. He takes another quick glance and then brings the other foot in.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Lights? Where are the light.
Kyle grabs one hand on the door and pushes it shut. He turns around and notices that the house is not completely black, there is a small flickering down the end of the hallway reflecting off of the walls.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Uh huh.. It looks like it could be candle *whispering*
Kyle starts to walk down the corridor, he stops at one of the side walls and puts his hand on the cracks on the wall. He begins walking again running his hands over the wall as he walks towards the light. He comes closer to the back room where the light is, and starts to here whispers and mumbling.
KYLE (CONT’D)
What is that noise?
He moves his back to the wall and slides his head round the corner, peaking into the back room. He looks into the room and see’s a figure sitting with candles lit all around the room. He was surrounded by leaves and sticks, and what appeared to be animal bones. He was covered in different colors painted onto to his arms, thorn vines wrapped through his fingers leading down around his wrist. He was speaking a different language, he seemed to be chanting. He raised his right arm with his palm flat with a rose petal laying on it.
VOODOO MAN
Hello, I was wondering when you’d turn up, Kyle.
Kyle’s face seemed shocked.
KYLE
How do you know my name? *Curious, yet scared*
The Voodoo man fiddles with some of the objects on the floor next to him, as he looks down.
VOODOO MAN
Well that’s not important. That’s not why you’re here now, is it?
Kyle puts his hand in his pocket, holding onto his wallet.
KYLE
No, no its not.
VOODOO MAN
You’re here seeking something, am I correct?
Kyle shivers.
KYLE
Yes.
VOODOO MAN
Something that I could do for you..
KYLE
I hope so.
VOODOO MAN
You have much doubt. Would you be willing to give anything?
The Voodoo man raises his head up slightly and looks up at Kyle. Kyle takes a step forget.
KYLE
Everything.
The voodoo man chuckles.
VOODOO MAN
Good. But of course the price wouldn’t be cheap.
Kyle takes out his wallet.
KYLE
I know, I'm willing to pay anything you want.. I’ve taken out a bit in cash, but I could get more out.
The voodoo man stands up, and starts pulling of the thorns. His wrists and hands start to bleed.
VOODOO MAN
Money won’t do anything for you in the world I exist in.
KYLE
What do you mean?
VOODOO MAN
It doesn’t matter, I won’t take your money
Kyle looks confused, as he starts to nervously taps his hands against his thigh.
KYLE
Then what do you want from me?
The voodoo man takes a few steps forward.
VOODOO MAN
We can sort out all of that later. Now, lets find out what I could do for you. What are you after? What do you desire?
KYLE
It’s not something that I want, it’s something that I need back.
The voodoo man grins.
VOODOO MAN
Hmm.. A loved one. Your wife Stephanie perhaps.
Kyle is shocked.
KYLE
Yes! How did you know?
VOODOO MAN
I know many things kyle. Things that are impossible, but yet in another life they are deadly. Things that can make your ears bleed, things that can stop your heart pumping.. Now, for your Stephanie.
The voodoo man walks over to some shelves and starts rustling through weird flasks and ingredients.
VOODOO MAN (CONT’D)
Let me just say that it is possible for me to bring your love back, exactly like you last remember her. But..
The voodoo man turns his head over his shoulder at Kyle.
KYLE
But..
VOODOO MAN
But, what I want is..
The voodoo man goes quiet.
KYLE
What do you want? Anything, please just tell me.
The voodoo man runs and pins kyle up to the wall. He moves his lips up to Kyle’s ear and whispers:
VOODOO MAN
I want your soul.
INT. BASEMENT
Kyle moves his head to look around at the basement, kyle is laying down on the damp concrete floor. Around him are purple and red stones placed in a lines, forming a box. Again candles are lit around the room, a breeze is coming through the house which causes the flames to flicker around. Which makes moving shadows around the room. Drips can be heard falling from above and hitting the ground. The voodoo man walks down the creaky stairs into the room.
VOODOO MAN
So are you comfortable.
KYLE
Not particularly.
The voodoo man snickers. He moves over to a table and picks up a long object that is covered by a cloth, and he moves swiftly over to kyle. He rips Kyle’s shirt.
VOODOO MAN
Now relax, because this will be painful.
The voodoo man quickly rips of the cloth, revealing a short rigid blade.
VOODOO MAN (CONT’D)
Just a quick scratch, kyle.
Kyle struggles but before he can move, the voodoo man quickly cuts two parallel slits into Kyle’s left bicep. Kyle howls in pain.
VOODOO MAN (CONT’D)
Calm yourself, its over now. Remember after this you will have your precious Stephanie back.
The voodoo man crushes up some rose petals and rubs them over the bleeding cuts. Kyle tenses up. The voodoo man uses his finger to collect some blood, and begins writing symbols on Kyle’s body. He then picks up a vile, he moves his hands unsteadily over to Kyle’s face holding the vile.
VOODOO MAN (CONT’D)
Open up.
Kyle opens up his mouth, and the voodoo man pours some black, coal looking liquid in his mouth. Kyle chokes, but the voodoo man carries on pouring it in his mouth. He puts down the bottle, and then starts chanting. The candles start waving around maniacally, which makes the voodoo man turn into a silhouetted figure.
KYLE
What’s happening?
VOODOO MAN
Just what I’ve been waiting for, Kyle.
KYLE
What do you mean?
The voodoo man goes silent and caries on chanting, louder and more intensely as sweat runs down his face. A glow forms around Kyle’s and the voodoo mans chests. The glows start floating towards each other. Kyle closes his eyes.
KYLE (CONT’D)
This is for you Stephanie, I love..
Suddenly the glows shoot into each others chests, both Kyle and the voodoo man’s bodies tense up and they screech. The voodoo man collapses onto the floor and the candles blow out. The room is filled with darkness.
INT. BASEMENT - LATER ON
Kyle opens his eyes, and looks around. The voodoo man is nowhere to be seen and the house is silent. He is alone. Kyle looks down at his arms and see’s that the blood has dried. He grunts and then tries to stand up.
KYLE
Hello? Where have you gone?
Kyle holds onto his chest where his heart is.
KYLE (CONT’D)
I feel strange, what is wrong with me.
Kyle starts to walk, and stumbles but catches himself on the table edge. The wooden table starts to shrivel and crack up around the area where Kyle’s hand is placed. He flinches back away from the table. He looks down and inspects his hand, and then moves it slowly down to the table again as he hovers his hand over the damage.
KYLE (CONT’D)
The doesn't make any sense.
Kyle moves away from the table. His hand shaking as he moves it towards his neck. He looks down and the necklace is gone.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Where is it?
His voice breaks.
Kyle starts to look around the room, he moves fast as he looks through shelves; knocking things over and throwing things onto the ground. He starts to speak to himself.
KYLE (CONT’D)
I need it, please. Where is it?
His eyes are bloodshot and his veins popped out on his arms. Kyle shouts and throws the wooden table over as the vials and objects smash and hit the floor. He leans his back up against the wall and slides down onto the floor, he places his hands onto his forehead and brushes his hair back as he looks up at the ceiling with his head on the wall.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Its only a necklace Kyle, its only a necklace.

He places his wrist down resting on his leg, and looks down at his wrist where the blood has run down to and stares at it as if he had left his body.
KYLE (CONT’D)
No its not just a necklace, its our memories.. I love you Stephanie.
He looks to his right and sees an unbroken vial on the floor, he grabs it and throws it at the wall across the room and it smashes.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Stupid, I'm an idiot
He shuffles his legs in so his knees are pointing up and he rest his elbows on them with his face in his hands. He looks over at where the glass pieces had landed. He shifts himself forward, when suddenly a beam of light hits his eyes.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Where is that coming from?
He moves closer the where the light is coming.
KYLE (CONT’D)
What is that?
He comes across a broken stack of shelves, and begins to move them out of the way. There is a door hidden behind the shelves. There is a lot of light shining through the door frame into the dark basement. Kyle grabs hold of the door knob and leaves his hand there for a while as the metal begins to rust and peel in between his fingers. He slowly twists as the door latch echo’s through the basement and the whole house and yanks the door towards him.
His eyes widen as he looks into the small mysterious lit room, his hand tenses tightly round the door knob as he stands in silence. Kyle sees a single desk up against the back wall with a photograph laying on it with the image against the desk. He strolls into the room over to the picture. Writing scribbled on the back, a date.
KYLE (CONT’D)
I know this day.
He flips over to the picture side. Kyle stops and stares, and then his hands loosen as the picture falls back to the desk. He steps backwards into the middle of the room and looks up at the walls, he rotates slowly round looking at the walls.
Photographs fill up the walls, with pictures of Kyle and Stephanie. Kyle stands in silence.
KYLE (CONT’D)
What is this place?
Kyle looks over to a picture that stands out from the rest, covered in writing with another date written below it. He rips the photograph off the wall and glares at it. Kyle drops onto his knees.
KYLE (CONT’D)
The day you were taken from me.
Kyle stares at the ground, his face blank. He looks over to the table where the photograph had fallen and leans his hands to grab it. He pulls out from under the table a journal.
KYLE (CONT’D)
I don't understand what’s happening.
Kyle drops off his knees so that he is sitting on the ground, he stares at the book. Then he gets his hand and runs his fingers over the leather bumpy surface of the journal. The journal begins to shrivel up where his fingers had been. He slowly moves his hand to the top right corner of the journal and leaves his hand there for a second as he still stares. Kyle takes a deep breath and then he flips open the journal.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Today I was sitting on the corner of the bank like I usually do. A man walked past me today like everyone else does, but for some reason he came back after going into the bank and dropped some money beside me. I thought this was strange. I thanked the man and said that he had a kind heart and a pure soul..
Kyle stops looking at the book and tilts his head up.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Wait..
Kyle looks back down at the journal.
KYLE (CONT’D)
..the man then thanked me and said if I don't care then who will, maybe if people see me helping they will join in to. We both laughed and then he said that he was going be late for a dinner with his girlfriend. I’m proposing tonight, I’m nervous but I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with her. He then said goodbye and walked away.
Kyle Turns the page.
KYLE (CONT’D)
The man walked past me again, once again dropping me money. We had a conversation for 10 minutes, such a genuine saint.
Kyle begins reading whilst flicking through the pages.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Kyle, the man who generously provides for me told me his name today..
Kyle flips the page.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Today me and kyle..
Kyle flips the page.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Kyle gave me some advice today.. Kyle.. Kyle.. Me and Kyle..
Kyle flips through the pages fast reading out the first few words from each entry. He stops as what seems to be the last entry in the journal.
KYLE (CONT’D)
..I guess you cant trust anybody, they are all the same, no one really wants to help you.. they would rather watch someone suffer, as long as they lead happy lives. Today Kyle walked past me and just ignored me, I saw that he seemed very worried about something and I thought that maybe he hadn't of seen me which I thought was unusual. So I called his name and began walking towards him, he was fastly pacing so I tried to catch up with him. I grabbed his shoulder and told him to stop walking away, he said I’m sorry don't have time and he carried on walking. HE DIDN’T HAVE TIME, a man with a luxury life who is married he has everything he could've easily spared me some money. I could tell that he wasn't sorry. I then grabbed onto his shirt and he pushed me away, so I tried again. I kindly asked for some money like he usually gives me, and he shouted and told me to get away. So I was forced to get out my pocket knife. He punched me so I ran away. He cant expect to stop giving me money, how selfish of him. I never ask for anything. I don't think that I can trust anybody! Someone needs to teach Kyle a lesson. I need to teach Kyle a lesson.
Kyle drops the journal and stares at the pictures on the walls.