Sinister Secrets

(Title work in progress)

written by
Sam Gale
BLACK SCREEN.

The sound of gunfire and explosions break the silence, they

became louder and louder. Mickey screamed violently. His face
turns around towards the camera, blood dripping from his face.

HARD CUT.

Film title - Sinister Secrets

FADE IN:

MORNING. HOME.
4 MONTHS LATER.

You are greeted with a woman peeling off the bandage that’s
wrapped around Mickey’s face. He adjusts his eyes to the light.

MUM.
Concerned.

Can you see anything?

MICKEY.
He sighs.

Not really.

He focused on his mum; she looks a lot different than usual.

MICKEY.
Annoyed.

I still can't hear much either.

MUM.
Positive.

At least you can a bit.

She sounded different, even with his bad hearing. But he

shrugged off the thought.

FADE TO:

EVENING.
Mickey's ear popped loudly. He clamped his ear with his fist and
rubbed it, suddenly he heard weird voices downstairs. He stood
up and walked to the door to open it. He lent over the bannister
and saw two people arguing, his eyes adjusted and it was the
same woman from before, it wasn’t his mother.

DAD.
Irritated tone.

We might as well just kill him.

MUM.
Reasoned tone.

Why should we? We still haven't got any information from him
yet.

DAD.
Annoyed, harsh tone.

If he doesn't tell us what really happened by tomorrow then I’m

gonna throw him with the rest of them.

They were speaking Russian, Mickey's enemy in the ware. A

creaking noise startled him and the Russians looked up, eyes
locked on him.

MICKEY.
Somewhat scared tone.

Oh shit.

Mickey ran straight to his room and slammed the door shut. He
anxiously dug through his army uniform; his knife wasn't there.
Suddenly the Russian lady came in with a kitchen knife and leapt
at him. He smacked her off and the knife fell on the ground, he
tried to pick it up but she smacked him right in the face. He
punched her in the stomach and pushed her to the ground, she was
grabbing his face, he clenched his hands around her throat and
screamed. But he picked up the knife and slammed it into her
stomach. She let out her last breath.
Blood covered her top.

Mickey's phone rang, he picked it up.

OFFICER MICHAEL'S.
Concerned.

Mickey, were coming your way, son. Your parents are Russian
enemy.
 MICKEY.
Breathless.

Yeah, I know, sir. Just killed one of them. Don't know where the
other went.

OFFICER MICHAEL'S.
Commanding.

Be careful, we should be there soon.

MICKEY.
Still breathless.

OK, sir.

He hung up.

Mickey pulled the knife out of the body and cleaned it with a
sheet. He crept down the hallway, blade high, and went down the
stairs. His feet touched the hard carpet below, he pointed the
knife in front of him.

He opened one door, nothing.

He opened the next door, nothing.

He opened the final door, Nothing.

He walked down the kitchen to open the backdoor, a sheet covered

a dead body, with a bloodied hand poking out of it.

MICKEY.
Scared/confused.

What the fu-

The Russian man came out of nowhere and Mickey jumped back as
the guy swiped at him. They were both in the kitchen and pointed
knives at each other. Mickey smacked the knife out of the guys
hand, it dropped to the floor.

The man tried to grab Mickey’s but he pushed him off.

Mickey sniggered.

The Russian caught him off guard when he looked behind Mickey
and smiled. Mickey's smile dropped, as he looked back the
Russian went for the knife, they tugged it for a bit until the
Russian punched Mickey in the face and fell onto the ground. The
Russian went on top of him, held the knife high and was stopped
by a car pulling into the drive way.

MICKEY.
Cocky.

Hah, you're fucked now.

Mickey grabbed the knife, punched him, making the Russian fall
back. He stood up quicker than Mickey anticipated. Mickey
pointed the shiny blade towards him.

OFFICER MICHAEL’S.
Order.
Put your hands where I can see em'!

And the Russian put his hands up.

FADE TO BLACK.

BLACK SCREEN.

OFFICER MICHAEL'S.
Soothing tone.

How you holdin' up.

MICKEY.
Blunt tone.

Not good.

FADE IN.

THE ROOM HAD A WHITE LIGHT ON TOP OF THE TABLE, MICKEY AND
OFFICER MICHAELS ON EITHER SIDE.

OFFICER MICHAEL'S.
Caring tone.

You'll get there soon.

There was an awkward silence that filled the room.

OFFICER MICHAEL'S.
No tone.
Well, we found out they killed seventeen people, and no one
knew.

MICKEY.
 Not believing it.

It's goddamn crazy.

OFFICER MICHAEL'S.
Not believing it either.

The woman also pretended to be a Psychiatrist as well.

She got close to people and then switched them off.

He made a clicking gesture.

OFFICER MICHAEL’S. (CONT’D)

He looked up from his paper.

including your friend, Sarah Wood.

MICKEY.
He looked up.

What?

END CREDITS