My Screenplay for My Film

Below is my Screenplay for my Media Project.  The script is loosely based upon a script I found online however I have changed many, many aspects to make the script my own:

My film will be called BURIED, and tells the story of two gangsters who are trying to get rid of a body in a forest...

Buried  

FADE IN:

A body lies buried under the ground 

THE CAMERA RISES UPWARDS, SLOWLY THROUGH THE EARTH

JONES (O.S.)

Remind me again why I'm doing all the work here Davy?

DAVY (O.S.)

You know the rules Jones, bosses orders. 

CAMERA BREAKS THROUGH THE SURFACE OF THE GROUND TO:

EXT. MIDDLE OF A FORREST - IT’S DUSK

All is still other than the sound of two men trecking through the forrest. 

DAVY is walking in the front carrying a shovel, JONES follow behind making hard work of dragging a body wrapped in a bag.

SUPER: Buried

JONES

I'm just saying, why is it always me that has to do all the work.

Davy rolls his eyes and stops.  He surveys the scene and looks down to a shallow makeshift grave.

DAVY

(to body bag)

OK son, this is your stop.

BODY-BAG, tied with rope, springs into view in between Davy and Jones.

BODY-BAG

(gagged)

Hmmph, hmph.

THWHACK. Davy sharply cracks Body-Bag around the head with the shovel. Body-Bag slumps to the side revealing Jones, grinning.

JONES

Who is this guy anyway? 

DAVY

You know the rules Jones, we don't get to know who. 

It'll just be another ‘somebody-The-Boss-wants-gone’. 

Speaking of which...

Davy pulls a handgun on Jones.  Jones stops grinning and raises his hands.

JONES

Whoa. What's going on here Davy?

DAVY

Sorry I forgot to mention, The Boss also wanted me to ask

you a few questions, and if I were you, I'd think very hard

about your answers or… you’re going in there with our 

friend here.

JONES

You’re not going to shoot me.

Body-Bag rises up again between them, only to be shot by Davy.

DAVY (CONT'D)

You wanna bet on that?

JONES

Wait, wait! Just, wait.  I've got money.

DAVY

Aaah yes,  you have got money, the money that The Boss 

would like to have back now, if that's not too much trouble?

JONES

(nervously)

Wha? Think this through Davy, we.. we can split the money and…

Davy shoots down at Body-Bag, multiple times, then aims the gun squarely back at Jones.

DAVY

Believe me Jones, you are next. Tell me where the money is.

JONES

Ok, Ok! Tony has the money.  He’s stashed it somewhere and,

only he knows where it is.  I, I can call him?

Jones slowly reaches in his jacket. Davy squints his eyes to take better aim then lowers the gun as Jones reveals only a mobile phone in his hand.

Davy nods.  Jones starts to dial.

DAVY 

Hurry up!

Jones has the phone to his ear as it rings.

A small rectangular square inside Body-Bag illuminates.

Jones closes his eyes, Davy grins, and Body-Bag chimes indifferently with the sound of the classic Nokia 3310 ringtone.

FADE TO BLACK