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Scene 11: On Jack�s Trail
Man continues on until he finds a piece of fabric from the clown-doll�s clothing. He walks on and finds another sign pointing him on. He follows. A pile of leaves is shown rustling.
Man comes to a clearing and a burlap bag underneath a blinking arrow sign that points down.
Cautiously, he opens it and the clown doll peeks out. Upon seeing each other, they embrace.
Man: I thought you were gone forever! What happened to you? (pauses) Oh, right� you�re not much of a talker are you?
Jack shakes head.
Man: Very well.
The wind is shown blowing leaves across the field.
Man: You know what? I�m getting this... this definite feeling of danger. Yes. Impending doom even. I think it�s time to go home.
Man gets up and tries to bring clown-doll with him, but as he does, a puppet of the clown-doll pulls off of a hand. Man notices and is shocked. He stares at puppet and drops it, backing away. Two Underlings step out of the bag and begin to walk after Man. Man beings to run away.
Man runs through trees that end up bringing him to a cemetery. He continues on, with the underlings following behind. Piles of leaves rustle and more underlings pop up from under them. They chase Man as well.
Man turns a corner and goes past a graveyard statue that reaches out and tries to grab him. He escapes unharmed. Eventually, he comes to a spot behind a crypt and hides. He then hears the sound of fallen leaves being walked on. Cautiously, he turns his head and is knocked unconscious with a tree branch.
Scene fades to white.
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Scene 12: Dreaming again
This scene is shot in super 8 and transferred to video for the cloudy effect) Scene fades up from white to the bright white room from White woman approaches.
White Woman: You are back. How very nice.
Man: Yes. (Pauses) I see you have cleaned up the place since we last met.
White Woman: Of course. We have prepared the place well for you. Now we have some unfinished work to get back to.
Man: Oh yes, the game.
White Woman: As I explained, first you must place yourself on the board.
Man: Right. But where?
White Woman: That�s where luck comes into play. Really, one spot is as likely to win as any other spot. This is merely a game of chance that we all must play at some point.
Man places the figurine in one spot then looks up.
Man: So, what sort off stakes are we playing for?
White Woman: Oh, high stakes, you can be sure.
Man: (Jokingly yet nervous) That sounds awful ominous. You make this out to be a life or death situation.
White Woman: That�s because it is. You see, when the wheel is spun, you determine your fate. If you get the dolphin, you win. But if you get the serpent you (pauses) you do not. The prize being, of course, your�
Man: Life?
White Woman: (laughs) Let�s play.
White woman spins the wheel. Man begins to look nervous. Then suddenly, he comes to a realization.
Man: You� I�ve been warned about you. Your kind.
White woman grins and watched the wheel spin.
Man: None of this matters. This is just a dream and a dream isn�t real.
White Woman: (laughs) How foolish can you be? A dream not real? You�ll be surprised by just how real this dream is.
Wheel stops spinning and a painted serpent points at the figurine.
White Woman: Well, looks like we can�t all be winners.
Man: (shaking his head) No. No. This is not real.
White Woman: Goodnight.
Large black ribbons come up from under the white on the ground. They surround Man and begin to wrap him up. He calmly sits and allows himself to be engulfed in the ribbons.
Man: This is just a dream. It�s just a dream!
Ribbons continue until the screen is filled with black. Nothing is seen but the black of the ribbons.
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[01 Oct 2001|12:26pm] |
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Scene 13: Pine Box Blues
Man�s face shown waking up on a pillow. He smiles with pride. He then opens his eyes up wide to find himself trapped in a box. He pushes on the top then bangs on it with his fists to no avail. He yells.
Man: Let me out! Let me out!
Camera switches to above the ground as a group of underlings and a priest stand around an open grave. The priest reads from a bible as the rest look on. The muffled sounds of Man yelling can be faintly heard. As the funeral continues, a man begins shoveling the dirt onto the crude wooden casket. The camera shows the man�s face. It is Jim and he is smiling with satisfaction.
The camera switches to a wide shot of the entire funeral. It pans away and the credits roll.
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