The Wee Man by Ray Burdis (2010 1st draft) Based on the best selling books by Paul Ferris and Reg Mckay
INT. Cell - NIGHT
Black screen. Music: We hear a haunting discordant melody of a child soprano singing a Latin hymn.
This carries throughout the entire scene...
A brilliant light as the screen is filled with the full moon in a cloudless night sky.
The camera slowly pulls focus until we see that we are looking at it through a tiny barred window.
(POV) of the camera as it moves away to explore the small bleak chamber, lit only by the blue stark moonlight that thrusts through the dirty wire glass window into the cell.
We briefly come to rest upon a small table against the wall on it a picture of a older man and his wife kneeling beside a small boy proudly posing for the photograph of better days gone by.
The haunting music plays on as we move off again around the barren cell to find it's occupant, a young man, quietly lying on his bunk staring at the ceiling, taking long slow draws on his cigarette.
His attention never wavers once, even though from outside his cell door, we hear the ominous marching sound of booted feet making their way up the long concrete corridor .
He takes another draw as the small invisible army pass his cell and into the next. We hear the jangle of keys as they are turned in a lock...We hear...
TERRIFIED MAN (O.S.)
Naww...not again please god hel...
MAN 1 (O.S.)
It'll take more than god to help you ye bastard...Hold him.
TERRIFIED MAN (O.S.)
Nooo....arggg nooo mother of god. Ahhh...
The Terrified mans screams echo throughout the prison. We hear the odd shout of hopeless protest from other inmates as the sound of the relentless onslaught goes on.
Impassive, still lying on his bed the young man take the last slow draw on his cigarette then stubs it out with his fingers.
He gets up from his bunk and moves towards the small window and stares out of it into the cold night....
From behind him we hear a voice.
What are you doing out of bed.
Startled the young man turns to the source of the voice.
EXTREME Close up.
It is the hard as nails face of WILLIE FERRIS.
What are you doing son ye should be in bed.
We cut back to the young man by the window, though now it's not a young man...it is a SMALL BOY, PAUL FERRIS aged eleven...
INT. ferris household. bedroom - NIGHT
FLASH BACK: It is year 1975
It's them again da.
Paul looks out of his bedroom window, wipes away the condensation and peers out into the street below.
EXT. rainy street - NIGHT
It is pissing down with rain. By traffic lights, A DRIVER sits at the wheel of a white van. He reads a newspaper as the lights change from red to green...red to green. The van starts to buck and rock as from the back we hear muffled screams. (Echoing the previous scene)
Naww help me some body helllp...arrrr..
THE DRIVER just smiles to himself and carries on reading.
INT. fERRIS HOUSEHOLD. Bedroom - NIGHT
PAUL'S FATHER has joined him at the window and together they peer down at the van.
Why do they do that da? It's not right...
Stifling his gut wrenching pain, WILLIE looks down at his boy and pulls him gently away from the window towards the bed.
It's no right that's for sure, but that's the way it is son.
WILLIE thinks for a moment as PAUL climbs into bed. Dad tucks him in.
Well...you said yourself that they were monsters...that's all they are son...cowardly beasts who hunt in packs and prey an the weak...
A wide eyed PAUL listens intently.
Will they ever get me da?
No son they will never get you!..I promise.
How can you be so sure?
Because...if you remember..always remember..that outside of this house..it's a forest...a vast, dark scary forest full, of evil things lurking behind trees waiting to get you...
PAUL doesn't like this tale. He whimpers and pulls the bed clothes over his head. WILLIE smiles and pulls the covers back.
Will ya listen to what I'm saying son.
But I don't like it da.
Nobody does! But there are three simple rules to survive in the forest...and if you remember them nothing can ever touch or harm you...
PAUL sits bolt upright his full attention.
What are they da?
Well...always beware of strangers...Stick close to people you love and trust...and...
PAUL looks on listening intently.
And...err...and...shite its gone out of my napper.
Oh yes...always be your own man ...don't be a lamb...don't follow others son, be a leader and always follow your own instincts.
PAUL is pleased as punch as dad kisses his forehead.
It's two in the morning son get some sleep.
WILLIE moves towards the door.
Why doesn't anyone help?
There's no one to help son.
What about the Police? Couldn't they stop it da?
WILLIE stops...sighs and turns out the light.
Go to sleep son....
He moves off out of the room and closes the door. After a second Paul darts out of bed to look the window again. The van still rocks and the muffled screams go on unheard in the cold night rain.
EXT. rainy sTREET - NIGHT
The back doors of the van fly open and a body of a man is hurled into the gutter. He moans from his mashed blooded face as three men in uniform get out.
If we see you around here again you won't be so lucky.
The second officer of the law looks at the battered heap on the floor.
We're off now cunt any thing to say?
He sarcastically cups his ear. The man just moans, he is barely conscious.
I said anything to say?
The man moans..
Say thank you!
The other officer steams in with three almighty kicks to the mans face.
Say (kick) Thank (kick) You (kick).
The man gurgles as blood pours from his broken nose and mouth...the driver puts down his paper and calls to his colleges.
Lets go lads, I promised my to take the family for a Chinese tonight.
The other climb in as the police van pulls slowly away.
The haunting discordant melody of a child singing a Latin hymn reaches a crescendo as the camera cranes up from the bloody scene towards the window as PAUL FERRIS, a young boy of eleven looks on.
INT. fERRIS HOUSEHOLD - nIGHT
The boy stares out into the night lit only by the blue stark moonlight that thrusts through the dirty wire glass window. He is startled by a voice behind him.
Paul turns to the source of the voice.