FADE IN:

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - NIGHT

In sepia tone, the full moon silhouettes the townsmen in the
distance as they carry torches up hill to the old oak tree.

Hundreds of year old trees are scattered throughout as we
glide through the cemetery as an observing spirit.

FEMALE V.O.
It all started on October 31st, 1693.

Graphics, read, "Devil's Night".

Eerie music sways through as a male hand, in the midst of the
townsmen, drags a pregnant woman by her hair, up hill to the
old oak tree, which commands presence in the moonlight.

FEMALE V.O. (CONT'D)
The towns folk of Hollow Hills, scared
for their well being, terminate the life
of Rebecca Landcaster and her offspring,
decided in the court of law.

FLASH: Gravel slams down as "Guilty" echoes.

Low chanting and screaming, "Kill the witch...Kill the
witch..." is heard.

CLOSE ON: A Townsman's ghoulish face, missing teeth
possessed by the midnight air, accompanies the excitement.

A young boy dressed in a brown cloth robe, whips the witch
with a leather whip when she stops moving up hill, exhausted.

The PRIEST, dressed in a long black robe and white collar,
standing behind the child places his hand upon his shoulder.

PRIEST
(to young boy)
Show no mercy.

The child tares open a flesh wound in her upper back, WHIP.

The excruciating pain is captured in the woman's tear filled
eyes and high pitch scream.

Instantly, we pull out and up, to observe an aerial shot of
the hill as the Townsman, dirty to the bone, ties the noose
around Rebecca Landcaster's neck.

The others cheer him on as the Mayor, dressed in a three
piece tailed suit and top hat, smiles in the background. He
glares down at his pocket watch noting the time.

PRIEST (CONT'D)
(opening his Bible)
By the power invested in me by the Holy
Spirit and by Mayor William Lynch, you,
Rebecca Landcaster, and your off spring
will be executed for practising the
unlawful religion of witchcraft. The
court has decided the conception of your
child was not human.

The townsmen go wild chanting.

TOWNSMEN
(Chanting)
Hang the Witch...Hang the witch...

In the distance, silhouetted by the moon, the pregnant witch
is forced to her knees with a blow to the face. She is then
raised above ground as the executor ties off the noose.

The midnight sky electrifies as lightning strikes and thunder
roars. Demonic laughter fills the air.

The baby drops from between the dead witch's legs onto the
ground, connected by the umbilical cord as she slowly spins,
creaking the tree. The baby cries.

FEMALE V.O.
According to legend, and oblivious to the
townsfolk, the owner of the graveyard,
went back later that night to retrieve
the baby and raised him as his own.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - LATER THAT NIGHT

The townsmen disappear as an elderly man, the graveyard
OWNER, approaches with a rusted old machete. He slices
through the umbilical cord and caresses the new born's dirt
filled body.

He cuts the witch from the tree and watches her body fall
into the hole, dug underneath.

The baby cries as he finishes shoveling the dirt and sits on
the mound caressing him.

OWNER
Your destiny awaits you.

The wide eyed baby stares into the moonlight glowing red.
Entering the baby's eyes, opening credits roll.

Title, "Hollow Hills ~ The Legend of Rebecca Landcaster",
bleeds onto screen. Evil witch laughter is accompanied by
howling wind and mourning souls. They fly beyond.

FADE IN:

INT. HOLLOW HILLS COLLEGE CLASSROOM - PRESENT DAY

Compassionate, tear filled crystal blue eyes greet us to
graphics, "Present Day" as they follow the words in a book.

FEMALE V.O.
(reads)
Your destiny awaits you.

In slow motion, a regressed heartbeat as we follow a tear
drop, landing on the drawing, opened to Rebecca Landcaster
hung from the tree as her baby dangles from between her legs.

She takes a deep breath, gets up and walks over to the
window.

Through the window overlooking her shoulder, the campus is
alive as students walk to their classes. The colorful
foliage drops to the ground exposing its dead wintery
branches.

Observing this state of transition is CHARLENE LANDCASTER, a
mid 20's beauty, blonde hair, blue eyes with a sense of
intelligence as she pushes her reading glasses back up her
nose. She turns back around and is startled by a dark male
figure.

CHARLENE
(screams)
Augh...you frightened me.

The figure places his hand on her shoulder and dissipates in
thin air.

She walks back to her seat, takes a sip of her coffee.

CHARLENE V.O.
I'm losing it. I can't believe I worked
through the night.

She sits back down and stares up at the Halloween decor.

CHARLENE
(thinking out loud)
If the belief is true that an unclean
spirit impregnated Rebecca Landcaster,
then eternal life on earth is possible,
since the child is not of woman nor of
man born.

A puzzled look crosses her face.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - SAME MOMENT

A coffin is being lowered into the ground. The PRIEST is
saying the final rights as people, dressed uniformly in
black, sob surrounding the new grave.

PRIEST
From dust to dust, our souls reunite with
our creator in Heaven, In Jesus' name, we
pray, Amen.

The priest makes the sign of the cross, the congregation
follows.

The SON and daughter, mid-20's, cry hysterically as they walk
away changed people. The son hands his sister the framed
photo of her father, a 300 pound heavy set man.

SON
Dad's in a better place.

The family and friends slowly leave as the black Hurst
remains silent in the background.

The driver's door creaks open as a long black leg in knee
high weathered chunky boots, steps out of the car.
Suspenseful music.

Aerial view: The GRAVE DIGGER, dressed in a black top hat,
black suit, wearing a long trench coat and long dark hair
which cradles his bony pale face, approaches the coffin.

His hunched back walk is aided by his black cane made up of
souls' expressions. People from the funeral fade away in a
gust of wind, time passes. Clouds move rapidly.

His lengthy bony fingers with large joints, unravel the ropes
holding up the coffin.

The other rope unravels as the coffin smashes to the ground,
splitting open.
A dead female, not the father, is seen through the crack as
the grave digger closes the coffin and smirks, his bottom
teeth exposed from his broken jaw.

In the reflection of his dark sun glasses, lightning strikes
releasing a down pour. His cold skeleton stare locks eyes
with the deceased young corpse. Day turns into night.

A tube protrudes up from the coffin as he fills dirt in and
around it with his shovel.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. NIGHT SKY - MOMENTS LATER

The full moon fills the screen and bleeds red as the black
Hurst drives towards us and beyond.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - CONTINUOUS

The black twisted iron gates connected to the railing and
concrete wall encasing the cemetery read, "Hollow Hills
Graveyard".

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS TOWN - THAT NIGHT

This beat up old town gives off an eerie presence.

Abandon store fronts house the local drop outs as rain falls.

Being observed by one of the locals, TOM, Charlene walks by
holding a bag of books.

TOM
Hey baby want some of this.

Holding his crotch. His friends laugh.

Charlene turns around knowing she has to confront the
situation.

CHARLENE
Maybe wrapped up in a bun after I
barbecue it.

His friends laugh even harder as she walks by. A black bird
sweeps down and attacks Tom.

TOM
(swatting at it)
What the hell, get it off me.

His friends, too stoned to know if it's real or not, don't
react.

FRIENDS
(pointing)
Wow, look at Tom.

They remain seated as Tom dances around fighting off this
bird.

A gust of wind.

INT. CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - SAME MOMENT

The walls, gothic decor, and the obsession of witches, highly
noted as news articles and disturbing images of the 1693
hanging, create the atmosphere.

GOTH GIRL (G.G.), Charlene's roommate, dressed in all black:
black eyes, black hair, big black metal boots, walks into the
living room from her bedroom holding a decapitated head.

Charlene walks in the front door as G.G. forces the head into
her face.

G.G.
Like my three D art project?

Charlene, used to seeing G.G.'s art, laughs as she puts her
books down on the table.

CHARLENE
Whose head is it this time?

G.G. playfully offended.

G.G.
You can't tell?

Charlene takes the head from her.

G.G.
Be careful, the blood is still drying.

CHARLENE
(examining the head)
It looks like Rebecca Landcaster's head.

G.G.
Bingo. I thought you would like it.
It's yours after I get graded on it
today.

CHARLENE
(smiles)
Thanks G.G.

She hands it back to her.

CHARLENE
Hope you do well. What's the plan for
tonight?

G.G.
There's a Halloween party at the Phi Delt
house.

Charlene, sick of fraternity parties, blows it off.

CHARLENE
I will have my Doctorate by the end of
the school year. I have done my share of
parties at the Phi-Delt house.

G.G.
We don't have to go. What do you want to
do?

She walks to the refrigerator and takes out a soda.

CHARLENE
Well, I'm almost done with my thesis, but
I need to check out the cemetery.
(opening the can)
One last time.

She takes a sip. G.G. gets excited.

G.G.
Alright, let's go at midnight. Do you
care if I hit the party then meet you
back here before you go?

CHARLENE
(sits on couch)
Be back by 11:45.

G.G. puts the head in front of her face.

G.G.
(grandiose)
I'll go as Rebecca Landcaster tonight.

Charlene shakes her head.

CHARLENE
I don't know who's obsessed with her
more, you or me?

G.G.
I like to live out the fantasy. You're
the one related to her, Dr. Landcaster,
not me.

CHARLENE
Don't call me that until graduation. I
still have to hand in my thesis.

G.G. grabs the soda from Charlene and takes a sip.

G.G.
(sarcastically)
Please...in a couple of months, people
will be kissing your ass, as you prove
your theory true.

CHARLENE
I'm so close. I know the grave digger is
who I proclaim him to be.

G.G.
So if you are related to him, Ms.
Lancaster, almost doctor, and he is the
"Anti-Christ", what does that make you?

Charlene laughs pushing her away as G.G. playfully attacks
her like a witch.

G.G.
A WITCH, heee...heee.heee.hee.he..

Goth music blares. Charlene gives in, forcing a witch laugh.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. FRATERNITY HOUSE - THAT NIGHT

People, dressed in costumes from witches to devils and
ghoules, walk in as some remain outside intoxicated.

G.G. dressed as Rebecca Landcaster, walks up to the house. A
baby dangles from between her legs hanging on by the
umbilical cord. A GHOUL approaches.

GHOUL
(evil tone)
Who are you my pretty?

G.G.
(annoyed for not knowing)
Rebecca Landcaster.

The ghoul does not respond.

G.G. (CONT'D)
The witch, you idiot, who was hung at
Hollow Hills Graveyard many years ago.

The Ghoul reaches down like he's about to attack the baby.

GHOUL
What's up with the baby?

G.G. kicks him in the head with her three inch platform boot,
walks by as we hear him in pain.

G.G.
(glancing over her shoulder)
It's known that she gave birth to the
anti-christ as she died.

The Ghoul laughs breaking his evil glare.

GHOUL
That's the funniest thing I ever heard.

G.G. grabs a beer from Raggidy Ann's hand, standing in the
doorway, walks back to the ghoul and pours it down his pants.

The ghoul jumps back with a look of surprise as G.G. cracks
up laughing.

G.G.
That's the funniest thing I ever saw.

She walks inside.

INT. CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - SAME MOMENT

Charlene is at her computer working on her thesis. She sips
her coffee, then gets back into typing.

INT. FRATERNITY HOUSE - SAME MOMENT

G.G. walks through the Halloween decor hallways filled with
costumed bodies. Music blares in the background.

G.G. is getting drunker by the minute, having the time of her
life as usual.

An overweight female, CYNTHIA approaches, dressed like Kathy
Bates.

G.G. leans over to the vampire standing next to her.

G.G.
That fat bitch is wearing the wrong
clothing. Kathy Bates would never wear
that.

Cynthia overhears her and grabs the baby between G.G's legs.

G.G.
Don't touch my baby, BITCH!

Slapping Cynthia across the face.

CYNTHIA
Don't talk behind my back, CUNT!

Slapping G.G. back. A cat fight breaks out. People circle
around them. We circle around the crowd entering as G.G.
swings, popping Cynthia in the mouth, sending blood to the
wall in slow motion.

CYNTHIA (CONT'D)
(muffled, distant)
I'll kill you!

She slides down the wall. G.G. kicks her in the side.

G.G.
Don't ever touch my baby again.
(to herself shaking her head)
Kathy Bates.

She walks away as she looks up at the clock which reads,
"11:35".

G.G.
Oh shit, I gotta go.

She takes off as everyone is left clapping. A huge black
male, dressed in a Hawaiian grass skirt and bone necklace,
wobbles over to Cynthia.

EXT. CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - MOMENTS LATER

The dim lit street lamp glistens the road from the slight
drizzle.

Charlene walks away from her apartment towards the graveyard.
G.G., spotting her, runs after her down the street.

G.G.
(screaming)
Wait for me.

Charlene looks up and sees G.G. holding the baby in one hand
as she runs.

CHARLENE
(screaming out)
Let's go. You're almost late.

She approaches.

G.G.
Sorry, I just got into a fight at the Phi
Delt house.

They walk down the street away from camera.

CHARLENE V.O.
So what happened?

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - MOMENTS LATER

The full moon strikes across the desolate graves. Digging
accompanies spine chilling words rising from the Grave
Digger's half dead soul.

GRAVE DIGGER
(sings)
A long time ago in Hollow Hills
A ole wive's tale did say
Not woman nor man born
Was born on Devil's Day
(sinister laugh)

The grave digger is setting up a compressor which has a bunch
of tubes dangling from it.

He thinks back to the girl he buried earlier that day.

FLASHBACK: stares endlessly into her eternal stare of fear,
piercing through the jolted opening. He caresses her hair as
a tear drops from his eye.

GRAVE DIGGER
You are so beautiful. You gave your life
for a destiny greater than your own.

CLOSE ON: terrorized female's eyes, as the Grave Digger drags
her by the hair, across the graveyard to the mousseline,
under the same tree as Rebecca Landcaster.

Lightning strikes the nighttime sky.

She struggles for her life as the black gloved, grave digger
strikes across her face, his cane, breaking her jaw to be
like his.

He lifts her up by the broken jaw and throws her into the
mousseline, knocking her out. He dives on top of her and
implants his seed. The look of death crosses her face.

A dark spirit lingers in the background.

Muffled screams rise from the cemetery.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - SAME MOMENT

G.G. and Charlene approach the land of the dead.

G.G.
This place gives me the creeps.

Charlene grabs her forearm.

CHARLENE
Shhh...you don't want to wake anyone.

G.G.
Okay freak, they're all dead.

CHARLENE
No, one of them is still alive and
hundreds of years old.

G.G.
Charlene, you're freaking me out.

They enter Hollow Hills graveyard.

CHARLENE
Shhh...

They cautiously walk through.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - CONTINUOS

Charlene jumps in fright as a black cat leaps out at her from
a tomb stone, "MEOW".

CHARLENE
(jumping back)
Oh my God! That scared the shit out of
me.

The grave digger sees them in the distance and slowly pulls
the pump into the mousseline with him.

Grave Digger POV: through a crack in the mousseline, two
figures approach as the door slowly closes.

G.G., on her last nerve, hears a sweeping motion, scared, she
swings her head confronting Charlene.

G.G.
You hear that?

CHARLENE
There it is.

Pointing to the old oak tree which once hung Rebecca
Landcaster. The full moon illuminates behind it.

CHARLENE
Let's get a closer look.

G.G. follows Charlene pressing her body into hers.

G.G.
How do you know it's the exact same tree
as Rebecca Landcaster's?

They approach the tree, darkening the mousseline.

G.G. points to the mousseline.

G.G.
This is her burial ground?

CHARLENE
There is no name inscribed, meaning the
family had money to build it, but chose
to keep her anonymous.

G.G.
So the belief that Rebecca Landcaster is
buried here is only a wive's tale?

CHARLENE
A theory.

G.G.
Let's open the mousseline and find out.

CHARLENE
Are you insane?! Do you know how many
years we would get if we got caught?

G.G. notices a small tube sticking up from the ground, after
tripping over it.

G.G.
What's this?
(bending down, tugging on it)

Charlene walks over and bends down next to her. G.G is
trying to pull the plastic tube from the ground.

CHARLENE
What are you doing?

G.G.
(straining)
Trying to pull this tube up. It won't
budge.

CHARLENE
Well, what is it?

Behind the two girls, the grave digger's eye ball is seen
peaking, staring at them. Sudden scare.

G.G.
I don't know, maybe a sprinkler or
something.

CHARLENE
Leave it alone. Anyway look at this.

Charlene stands up looking at the entrance.

CHARLENE
At exactly midnight, the time Rebecca
Landcaster died, the moon casts a shadow
pointing to her tree. See where I'm
standing?

The shadow from the gated entrance points directly at her
feet.

G.G.'s POV: tilts up her body and sees the tree behind her.

FLASHBACK: Rebecca's feet dangle as the baby falls.

G.G.
(seeing vision)
Okay, so let's say for the fun of it,
it's true, then what?

CHARLENE
Then Rebecca is here and her son whose
birth place is here as well, is in this
mousseline.

G.G. cracks up laughing.

CHARLENE
Shhh....

G.G.
You think the grave digger, the son of
Rebecca Landcaster, the supposed Anti
Christ, born not of woman or man, is here
listening to us?

Charlene stares her down.

CHARLENE
Well, maybe he moved.

G.G. laughs even harder.

CHARLENE
Shut the hell up. Let's get out of here.
You're being so damn loud.

Charlene walks away as G.G. touches the mousseline.
Instantly, she sees movement inside. Sudden music, she freaks
out, "Augh..." and runs out of the graveyard.

Charlene catches up.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - CONTINUOUS

Charlene puts her hand on G.G's shoulder.

G.G.
(screams)
Augh...Don't scare me like that.

CHARLENE
Okay, whose the freak now?

G.G.
(trying to catch her breath)
I thought I saw something move inside the
mousseline.

Charlene laughs to herself.

CHARLENE
I thought you were used to this kind of
thing.

G.G.
I am, but not when the Anit-Christ is
listening to our confession.

CHARLENE
Please! It was probably just a cat, like
the one that jumped out at me.

G.G.
I don't know. I got the chills.

CHARLENE
You always get the chills. Let's get out
of here.

They walk away as the mousseline door starts to open.

INT. MOUSSELINE - SAME MOMENT

The dark figure, REBECCA LANDCASTER'S GHOST, sits indian
style in a shredded antique dress, hovering above ground.

Her hardened worn skin and transfixed stare gives even her
son the jitters. Wind howls.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
(to her son)
My spirit will soon be free.

She touches his jaw. FLASH: Rebecca Landcaster slams her
spear into his jaw.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
(to Christopher)
Do as you're told.

The grave digger nods as he leaves the mousseline.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - CONTINUOUS

AERIAL FISH EYE POV: The black top hat enters frame, far
enough to see the dark twisted stare of the grave digger's
skeleton face and black eyes. Haunting music.

Instantly, his bulky joints push the mousseline door shut.

He arches his body against the moon, raises his cane in the
air, releases a HOWL, then jabs the cane into the ground.

He puts the compressor near him, rubbing his hands together,
contemplating his actions.

A wolf's eyes are caught in the moonlight as it howls back.
The moon bleeds red.

The grave digger attaches the tubes sticking out of the
compressor to the tubes sticking up from the ground, heavy
music surges through.

He walks across the graveyard, behind the shed and back
holding a large metal bucket full of blood. The Grave
Digger's arms barely wrap around, as he walks awkwardly
towards the compressor.

Sets the bucket down and puts the open end tubes in the
bucket of blood. Guts and other body parts float around the
top. An eyeball aims endlessly towards the sky.

He turns the compressor on as the blood and guts rise and are
pushed out through the tubes. We follow the blood through
the tube down into the ground.

BLOOD IN TUBE POV: Traveling through the tube, free-fall
straight down, building momentum. Turn left into the coffin.
Entering the flesh wound down into the womb.

The coffin is full of blood covering the corpse.

A baby is kept alive in the womb, feeding off its victims.

The corpse's decrepit hand lifts into view as the baby moves
around.

BLOOD POV THROUGH ANOTHER TUBE: Traveling down a different
tube, entering another dead Mother, housing a live infant in
her womb.

The grave digger pulls apart the tubes from the compressor
once it empties. He reconnects it to another tube sticking
up from the ground.

He walks the bucket back behind the shed, skipping the hands
of time as if he is in spirit.

INT. SHED - CONTINUOUS

The grave digger walks down some steps, passed a open metal
door with a large lock, leading into a little concrete room.
Hanging from the ceiling, nooses around the necks of many
naked corpses.

The beautiful female corpses have tubes sticking out of their
lower abdominal section.

The others await another fate.

The grave digger grabs the large man, dead father, well over
300 pounds, and drags him to the back of the room, placing
him in a large metal tub with hundreds of blades underneath,
a man made contraption simply designed.

The grave digger lowers the iron top connected to a large
cranking device and handle. The grave digger grips the
handle with both hands and starts to spin.

The smashing and taring of bones and flesh can be heard and
seen as the iron top continues its decent.

The strain of expertise settles in the grave digger's black
eyes. Blood strikes his eye.

The blades chop the body being pushed through by the weight
of the iron top as he continues to crank, notch after notch.
The blood, guts and bone liquefy into the tub built
underneath the blades.

Rebecca Landcaster glares with approval as she creeps up
behind him.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
(whispers in her son's ear)
You will be rewarded, but first you must
find your bride.

The grave digger grins pouring the new food from the tub into
the bucket.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - MOMENTS LATER

He walks back holding the bucket and pours into the
compressor, the last meal for the night.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. MOUSSELINE - MOMENTS LATER

Rebecca Landcaster remains in the corner with her arms out
spread, welcoming her son into her bosom. She caresses his
head.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
That's my boy, tomorrow night by this
time, we will start the ceremony,
(raising her long boney
pointer)
on the eve of the day of resurrection,
Devil's Night.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS COLLEGE CAMPUS - THE NEXT DAY

The sun shines bright as some students bicycle to class.

INT. CHARLENE'S APARTMENT, G.G.'S ROOM - SAME MOMENT

Surreal dark paintings and different medium art work hang on
her walls. The creative spirit clearly runs rapid.

Her master piece, Rebecca Landcaster hanging from the tree by
a noose around her neck. Her baby dangles from between her
legs as lightning strikes in the background.

The morning rays strike across G.G.'s body spralled out, hand
cuffed to the bed. She slowly wakes up.

Four sexy dark angels hang from each corner of her room.

G.G.
What the hell?

Yanking on the hand cuffs.

G.G.
(screams)
CHARLENE! What the hell is going on?

Charlene's voice can be faintly heard.

CHARLENE O.S.
What's wrong?

G.G. turns in the bed as her black lacey lingerie rides up
her thigh.

G.G.
Did you do this to me?

Charlene comes stumbling in with major bed head, sees her
handcuffed to the bed and cracks up laughing.

G.G.
I don't find this funny.

Charlene takes the defense.

CHARLENE
That's not what you said last night.
Quote handcuff me to the bed, it'll be
funny, unquote.

G.G.
Who did I say that to, you?

Charlene shakes her head in disbelief.

CHARLENE
Uh no.

She points to the floor next to her bed.

CHARLENE
You don't remember calling Lizzy last
night?

G.G. quizically looks down where she is pointing.

G.G.
Oh my God, I totally forgot until now.
Holy shit, that was a crazy night!

G.G. cracks up waking her.

CHARLENE
I'd say! Here's the key.

Charlene walks over, grabs the key from her night stand and
hands it to G.G.

G.G.
Thanks, Sweety.

Charlene shuffles back into the living room.

CHARLENE O.S.
I'll start breakfast.

G.G. rides her hand up the girl's body, tickling her.
Peering out of the sheets, LIZZY, sensual yet confident,
blows G.G. a kiss.

G.G.
Time for breakfast sleepy head.

LIZZY
What time is it?

G.G.
Early, but we gotta get up.

LIZZY
(sitting up)
What a night!

The sheet rides down exposing half her nipple.

G.G.
Yeah we got a little crazy.

G.G tiger crawls off the bed, and up Lizzy's naked flesh.
They start to make out as G.G. grabs her breast.

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - SAME MOMENT

Cynthia has her arm raised as DR. BECKLER checks her side. A
huge black and blue mark where G.G. kicked her, discolors her
swollen ribs. Stitches in her face add a personal touch to
this holiday season.

DR. BECKLER
What did you say happened again?

CYNTHIA
I was at a party last night and this
girl, who I recognize from my art class,
started beating the shit out of me.
(takes a deep breath)
Sorry. I'm just a little upset and in a
lot of pain. Do you think it's broken?

The doctor presses his finger tips on her rib cage.

CYNTHIA
Owe...

DR. BECKLER
You might have a minor fracture. Did you
file a police report?

CYNTHIA
(dropping her arm)
No, I'll take care of it.

DR. BECKLER
Okay, just make sure you keep it iced and
the swelling will go down. There's not
too much you can do but to wrap them and
relax.

CYNTHIA
Thanks Dr. Beckler. Can I get a note
from you to be out of class for the next
couple of days? I can't do any kind of
hand movement, and with taking studio art
classes right now...
(shaking her head, searching
for words)
I just need to relax, like you said.

DR. BECKLER
Sure, no problem. I'll give you Tylenol
Three, which contains codine, so make
sure you do not drive after taking them.
They should numb your pain.

CYNTHIA
(smiling)
Thank you.

The Doctor hands her the prescription and note. They start
to walk out.

DR. BECKLER
(hand on her shoulder)
Call me in three days if the swelling
does not go down.

CYNTHIA
Okay, thanks again.

INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE, LOBBY - CONTINUOUS

Cynthia walks out and is greeted by the same black male who
rescued her from the fight.

INT. CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - SAME MOMENT

Lizzy, wears black satin undies, downs a container of milk,
burps and throws the container away.

LIZZY
Tasty.
(to Charlene)
Breakfast was so yummy. Thank you so
much.

Charlene smiles at her sincerity.

CHARLENE
You're welcome. After the night we had,
we needed to eat.

G.G. picks food from her teeth with her index finger.

G.G.
There's something in the cool air that
makes people crazy.

CHARLENE
Oh yeah, what's that?

Charlene cleans up the kitchen, wearing only undies and a tee
shirt.

G.G.
The wicky fish.

G.G. shoves her hand up Charlene's butt, clamping her three
fingers against her thumb as fast as she can, tickling her to
death.

CHARLENE
Stop. No more wicky fish.

G.G. stops as she cracks up laughing joining in with Lizzy.

LIZZY
(laughing)
So what are you guys doing today?

G.G.
I have to go to class and turn in my
project.

CHARLENE
(wiping down the table)
I thought you turned that in already?

G.G.
No, yesterday when I showed up to class,
there was an emergency note posted saying
class was postponed till today.

LIZZY
Can he do that?

G.G.
I guess so, he did. It's a pretty big
grade.

CHARLENE
Well, I need to finish my thesis. I'm
almost done. Maybe I'll go back to the
graveyard one last time.

G.G.
That's what you said last night and the
night before that and the night before
that.

G.G. finishes helping clean up and runs over to the couch.

CHARLENE
I know, I know...it's just that I am so
close to finding him and proving my
theory.

Lizzy jumps on the couch next to G.G..

LIZZY
Finding who?

G.G.
(getting into it)
The Anti-Christ. BUUAH...ha..ha..a..a

LIZZY
You don't believe in that stuff do you?

Lizzy sits on the couch and brings her knees into her chest,
pressing them against her beautifully plump breasts.

G.G.
She's related to him, of course she
believes it.

CHARLENE
It hasn't been proven yet.

LIZZY
What has to happen in order for it to be
proven?

Charlene gets annoyed, not wanting to deal.

CHARLENE
(giving in)
The off spring of the Anti-Christ have
been born since early 1700's and on. The
spelling of the last name, which dictates
origin, is the same. I traced it back to
1831 and so far it is the same blood
line. I can't be 100% sure until I
finish the family tree dating back to
him.

G.G. turns on the television, static. She hits the side of
it, normal.

G.G.
Do you believe this shit? I spent $500
on this goddamn thing, and it still
doesn't work.

On the television, NEWSCASTER, dark hair, strong physique
remains emotionless as he continues the news.

NEWSCASTER
Tonight in the small town of Hollow
Hills, Lawyer Melissa Reginald for the
local law firm, has been reported missing
by her husband.

The woman's image appears on screen. The same woman we
recognize as the grave digger's victim. Her husband is
distraught as he speaks on television.

LIZZY
(to G.G.)
This is unbelieveable. Is this another
Lacy Peterson case?

G.G.
Shh...I can't hear.

Lizzy gives her a dirty look.

On T.V. the HUSBAND, good looking guy, speaks.

HUSBAND
Melissa would never just leave. We were
trying for our first child.

His hands rise to his chest in pain.

LIZZY
How sad, see that's why I'm a lesbian.

Charlene walks over.

CHARLENE
(surprised)
I know where that place is.

Pointing to the background where the husband is being
interviewed.

G.G.
Isn't it that same development as the guy
they arrested for stocking you.

Charlene laughs nervously.

CHARLENE
Yeah.

LIZZY
What happened?

CHARLENE
It was nothing.

G.G.
(quickly responds)
NOTHING?! Please girl, that motha fucka
almost raped you.

Pointing her fingers.

LIZZY
Really?

G.G.
Yeah but thank God for pepper spray.

CHARLENE V.O.
After I sprayed him in the eyes and in
the mouth, I kicked him as hard as I
could in the balls. I never saw a grown
man puke in front of me before then.

FLASHBACK: on television, the present figures dissolve away
and Charlene walks in. Her attacker, dressed in black, grabs
her from behind, lifts her off her feet and throws her to the
ground.

He pries open her legs as she struggles to open her purse.
He rips open her shirt, exposing her bra.

He quickly unbuckles his pants, takes both hands and rips
open her jeans.

She grabs the pepper spray from her purse and sprays it in
his eyes and mouth.

He screams as she gets up and kicks him in the balls as hard
as she can. Then runs off as he pukes.

INT. CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - SAME MOMENT

They all laugh.

LIZZY
Serves him right.

CHARLENE
They finally caught him. He had been
raping college girls for years.
He would find his girl, learn everything
about her, then attack.

LIZZY
What an asshole.

G.G.
To say the least.

LIZZY
Who would ever think, crazy stuff like
that happens in this small little town of
Hollow Hills.

CHARLENE
You have no clue.

G.G. laughs. Lizzy sips her coffee.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CYNTHIA'S APARTMENT - SAME MOMENT

The living room looks slovenly disgusting. Open potatoe
chips are left out. Open soda cans are scattered on the
floor.

Roaches skitter across the counters eating the left overs.

The huge African American male, FRIED THUNDER, Cynthia's
roommate, crushes a beer can against his forehead and throws
it into the trash, hitting an empty pizza box and falling to
the floor.

FRIED THUNDER
Fuck it.

Fried Thunder walks over to the couch and rips a nasty wet
one just as Cynthia barges in.

CYNTHIA
Holy shit, that's gonna smell.

She runs over and whiffs his ass.

FRIED THUNDER
You're one sick bitch.

CYNTHIA
You're one sexy large Fried Thunder.
(slapping his ass)

FRIED THUNDER
I knew you weren't right in the head when
I met you.

Cynthia laughs devilishly.

CYNTHIA
You have no idea.

She lets the moment pass.

CYNTHIA
(evil grin)
Wanna take out a goth doll?

He walks over to the refrigerator, takes out a bucket of
kentucky fried chicken and chomps down through the bone
eating it whole. He takes a seat on the couch, poof, a cloud
of dust rises blinding him for a second.

He starts choking on the chicken bone and can't stop gagging.

Cynthia runs over, puts her arms around him, but they don't
fit. She panicks, "What do I do!"

She punches him as hard as she can into his stomach. He
coughs up the bone.

BONE POV: flying through the air, sticks into Cynthia's
forhead, directly between her eyes.

FRIED THUNDER
(finding control)
Thank you, Cyn.
(takes a deep breath)
So whose the goth doll?

Cynthia pulls the bone from her forehead and throws it
against the wall, walks over grabs the sword mounted on the
wall and stabs it into the couch.

CYNTHIA
(AUGHHHHHHH)
The BITCH who gave me this.

She lifts her shirt and exposes her bruised ribs.

CYNTHIA
Now I gotta wrap myself like I'm some
kind of stuffed sausage. So no sexy wexy
for you, big daddio.

Pointing her finger, flicking his penis.

Fried Thunder bends down and kisses her black and blue flesh.

FRIED THUNDER
I kinda like it. You look like me.

He lifts his shirt and exposes his black flesh. She hits him
in the ribs as his blubber wobbles.

She laughs grabbing it with both hands and chomps down.

FRIED THUNDER
(laughing)
You know how to turn me on.

She leads him by the pants into her bedroom. She slams the
door shut.

FRIED THUNDER O.S.
Whatcha do that for? There's nobody
here.

CYNTHIA V.O.
(creshendoes)
You're gonna make me sound like a choir
of angels.

The sound of the two of them hop on the bed. The bed
collapses.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS COLLEGE CAMPUS - AFTERNOON

G.G., among many others, walk the campus. In the distance, a
dark figure, the grave digger watches for his next prey.

GRAVE DIGGER POV: Turning the scene into blueish-white
strobe, he turns his head and zooms in on a beautiful blonde,
TARTAREA, pressing her books into her chest, in slow motion
shot like a commercial.

Instantly, within this icy cold realm, the grave digger skips
through time in a gust of wind between the trees and people.

He comes upon her, pressing himself into her. She slowly
turns her head and smiles a very frightening glare.

She screams as her books fall to the ground. He picks them
up and hands them to her.

GRAVE DIGGER
Don't be scared my dear. I am only
human.

She embarrassingly accepts the books and smiles, blushing.

GRAVE DIGGER
I am the grave digger of Hollow Hills.

Tartarea retracts.

TARTAREA
I know who you are.
(chuckling)
Everyone knows who you are. You're like
a living legend.

He grins.

GRAVE DIGGER
(holding out his hand)
Call me Christ'opher.

Fighting her smile.

TARTAREA
(imitating what he said)
Okay Christ'opher.

She finally grabs his hand. He pulls her into him,
whispering into her ear.

GRAVE DIGGER
Do you crave eternal fame, Tartarea?

TARTAREA
(laughing)
Doesn't everyone?
(concerned)
How'd you know my name?

GRAVE DIGGER
Come with me.

She backs away.

TARTAREA
(hesitant)
Maybe some other day.

His hand rides up the back of her head, under her hair,
scratching her scalp with his long sharp nails. His all
black eyes stare deep into her soul. The energy surrounding
them increases.

Jungle erotic music slowly fades in.

He pulls her head back exposing her neck. He closes in as if
he is going to bite, stops just before, allowing his hot
breath against her flesh, heightening her awareness.

Her eyes roll to the back of her skull as he pushes her into
a mental state of delirium.

A hypnotic wave of moaning souls penetrate her senses,
slithering in like a snake. She slowly moves rhythmically as
the climax climbs higher.

TARTAREA
(barely audible)
Oh my god...I'm coming.

He pulls away, throws her to the ground and walks away as her
books go flying.

TARTAREA'S POV: stares up at him in awe as she leans back on
her hands watching him walk away using his cane.

TARTAREA
What the fuck!?

She mumbles under her breath.

INT. ART STUDIO - SAME MOMENT

G.G. walks in holding her portfolio. Other art students are
doing the same.

The professor, DR. BLACKFOREST, mid-50's, spastic dark hair,
yet subdued in nature, dresses in red pants, black shirt,
thick black framed glasses and a huge crystal hangs from his
neck, stands in the back of the classroom eyeing G.G. enter.

She drops her project next to her stool in front of the paint
stand. Then cradles it pushing herself down into the stool,
rocking back and forth, pretending to have an orgasm.

She eyes the guy, typical loose dressed art student, next to
her. He tries not to stare but obviously cannot help it.

DR. Blackforest walks over to G.G. about to peak orgasm. He
puts his hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

DR. BLACKFOREST
Ms. Goth Girl, what you are doing is
highly inappropriate. If it happens
again, I will have you escorted out of
here.

She purrs and claws at him like a cat.

G.G.
Yes Daddy, I'll be good.

The class cracks up.

DR. BLACKFOREST
Alright, let's get started. Please put
your projects on the wall. Time to
critique.

The students listen as G.G pulls the full body of Rebecca
Landcaster from her portfolio. A noose tied around her neck
and baby dangling from between her legs.

She walks it over and hangs it on the wall by the noose.

One of the students, KELLY, very flamboyant, not sure of his
or her gender, places a painting of flowers next to G.G.'s
project.

KELLY
(to G.G.)
What the hell is that, darling? I
thought I had serious issues.

They walk back to their seats. Dr. Blackforest stands in
front of the different projects.

DR. BLACKFOREST
So who would like to go first?

Kelly raises his/her hand.

DR. BLACKFOREST
Okay Kelly, come on up and explain to the
class the origin of your project, and
what pleasure did you receive as an
artist in creating this piece.

Kelly walks to the front, twirls around and confronts the
class.

KELLY
Well, you see while I was sunbathing nude
outside of my apartment, I saw a little
flower start to rise.

A muscular type JOCK screams out from the back.

JOCK
Did you sit on it?

The class laughs as Kelly responds.

KELLY
No big boy, but if you want to make my
flower rise, you can sit on it all day.

Everybody cracks up including the professor.

KELLY
(full of life)
So as I was saying before I was...hit on,
this flower inspired me to want to paint.
I captured its struggle for survival, as
it grew passed the concrete, to reach the
sun. It was simply amazing. I thought,
what a lonely existence, I have to paint
it so I can share.

Some "Augh..." at his/her story.

KELLY
And it makes the perfect back drop for
G.G.'s obscenity.

The Rebecca Landcaster project hangs in front of the bright
blue sky, sprayed red at the horizon and black underneath as
lightning strikes the extreme low angled fluorescent
yellowish red flower.

G.G. stands up and walks to the front of the room.

G.G.
(to Kelly)
Thanks for that great introduction. The
only thing obscene around here is your
face. What I have hanging before this
disturbing back drop is the legend of
Rebecca Landcaster. A witch who died in
this very town, hung for practising witch
craft, believed to have conceived by the
devil himself and gave birth to the anti
christ. All in the year of 1693.

Pointing to the graveyard seen through the large window of
the art studio.

G.G.
Right over there.

Sudden music. The lights grow dim. Students gasp.

A STUDENT shouts out from the back.

STUDENT
FREAK!

Everyone laughs. G.G. continues.

G.G.
The owner of the graveyard took in this
child and cared for him as his own.

A little boy's voice echoes, "..M.m.m..Mommyee...".

G.G.
He is still alive today working the
graveyard hundreds of years later.

Dr. Blackforest claps his hands as the rest follow.

DR. BLACKFOREST
Bravo...Bravo my dear. Such passion for
your craft. Excellent work G.G. Does
anyone have any questions?

The student from before raises his hand and speaks.

STUDENT
Yeah, anyway...um, we are all suppose to
believe that the anti-christ, born of a
witch hundreds of years ago is still
alive today, and lives in the cemetery
over there?

Pointing to the cemetery through the window. Everybody
cracks up. The student turns and confronts his concern to
Dr. Blackforest.

STUDENT
Blackforest, you're gonna let her
statement go as truth in here?

DR. BLACKFOREST
It's Abraham, right?

ANBRAHAM
Yeah.

DR. BLACKFOREST
Son, grandson, great-grandson, what is
truth, Mr. Abraham?

Abraham gets more upset.

ABRAHAM
I am not gonna have a philosophical
discussion over some dead witch, supposed
legend.

DR. BLACKFOREST
Mr. Abrahaaam...do you realize to whom
you speak? I grew up in this town. You
will not tell me the things I have seen
are not real.
(his eyes bug out)
Therefore, my question still remains,
what is truth, Mr. Abraham?

ABRAHAM
I'm outta here, that's the truth, Mr.
Blackforest.

He gets up and walks out before explaining his project.

DR. BLACKFOREST
I see Mr. Abraham is limited in his
imagination. I hope for his sake, he
never becomes fully aware of Hollow
Hill's darkest secrets.

G.G. looks at him intrigued as to what he knows.

DR. BLACKFOREST
So who would like to go next?

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS COLLEGE CAMPUS, HALLS - LATER THAT DAY

G.G. is stopped at a water fountain and quickly turns around
and gets in Mr. Blackforest's face.

G.G.
(showing off her breasts)
So what are Hollow Hills's darkest
secrets?

He smirks devilishly holding out his hand. She takes it and
follows him.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS TOWN - DAY

The Grave Digger prowls the town just outside the entrance of
the graveyard. His long dark hair is pulled back as he
staggers the streets. His black painted face with white
stripes under his black top hat glisten in the sun.

His black wooden cane of weeping souls is spotlighted by the
sun. The echoes of tormented souls mix into gothic music and
the howl of the black wolf watching from a distance.

Up ahead he sees the same girl from before, Tartarea, sweet
as pie, soft skin, firm body, long flowing blonde hair.

GRAVE DIGGER
(to himself)
Tartarea, the goddess of hell.

Dressed in a skimpy red silk dress which flows naturally down
her body as she builds her courage to approach.

GRAVE DIGGER'S POV: his darkened reality brightens as he
takes in her spirit. Instantly, we move in, the world around
us quickly distances itself.

GRAVE DIGGER
(in her ear)
You are my chosen one. You will give
your life to me for the price of eternal
fame.

Tartarea turns around, slaps him across the face, flares her
fangs.

TARTAREA
Don't fuck with me Landcaster.

Others are walking around in costume as well.

Two people dressed as President BUSH and Sadaam Hussein walk
the streets.

BUSH
(to Sadaam)
So...people are dressed in costume all
year round?

Sadaam nods his head.

BUSH
I see...no one believed it was you.

They walk by.

The grave digger grabs Tartarea by the throat, throws her up
against the black iron fence.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - CONTINUOUS

He leans into her and whispers.

GRAVE DIGGER
(wickedly)
When you are with me, nothing else
exists.

Tartarea yields to his power.

TARTAREA
(under her breath)
What do you want me to do?

GRAVE DIGGER
Be my eternal bride.

TARTAREA
Your eternal bride?

GRAVE DIGGER
I am the man who takes care of all your
needs.

Tartarea caresses his broken jaw.

TARTAREA
What happened?

GRAVE DIGGER
I didn't listen.

She seduces her way into his deep black eyes.

TARTAREA
Only you can fill all my needs, Lord
Lucifer Christopher Landcaster.

Genuflecting in front of him.

He drops his head.

GRAVE DIGGER
(giving into reality)
Thank you my sweet princess. My mother
will be well pleased. Once I am dead, my
spirit will rise and in three days I will
resurrect and become the new messiah and
you my eternal bride.

He puts his arm around her and lifts her into him, walking
backwards into the grave yard.

Over his shoulder, her face filled with excitement.

An on looker, local townie, watches knowing the girl's fate.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - CONTINUOUS

As the grave digger enters with Tartarea, the sky swirls
around him, darkening within blue, becoming black then blood
red.

She looks up, noticing the surrealism. Grave stones become
alive. Black smoke rises from the graves.

The doors of the mousseline bust open as Rebecca Landcaster
stands in the entrance, arms out-spread.

Light, intense bright light surrounds her, pouring out from
all of her pores. Her hair blows wildly as her death stare
lightens into a grin.

Wind howls as the blood red sky swirls around them. Souls
captured in their graves rise to the surface chained down in
their same lying position.

Spirit like, we travel above ground scanning the graves of
the moaning souls.

Back in the palm of Rebecca Landcaster's right hand, we see
her wilted lips and skin, illuminate in light as she speaks
words once written.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
He boasteth that he hath the knowledge of
God, and calleth himself the son of God.

Tartarea drops to her knees from the grave digger's arms,
slowly looks up at Rebecca Landcaster hovering above ground.
She kisses her foot.

TARTAREA
He is become a censurer of our thoughts.

Rebecca caresses the side of her cheek. Instantly, her face
is upon her lingering in front of her. Rebecca's darkened
breath charcoal's Tartarea's face.

Rebecca drops her fingers down her face leaving white stripes
to match the grave digger.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
The one my son has chosen to be his
bride. You will have many children.

Gesturing to all the lost souls.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
Three days from now, they will be yours.

Her son stands before her, arms out-spread.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
(commanding Tartarea)
Strip him of his garments.

Tartarea, instantly upon him, like a ravenous wolf attacking
its prey. She claws off his clothes with her long sharp
nails, her eyes bloody black red, as she leaves deep slices
covering his whole body.

His shredded clothes, boots and hat falls from his body,
piece by piece, leaving the grave digger naked in his flesh.

Blood slowly pours down his body from all his wounds.
Hundreds, upon hundreds of slashes make their presence known.
Turning his flesh blood red.

Blood drips down his head covering his black face with white
stripes. Tartarea stands back, absorbing her work of art.

Rebecca Landcaster's finger tips disjoint as they summon
energy ZAPPING the black iron fence encasing the graveyard.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
By the power invested in me by the One
who gave me my son, I command you to
create yourself into the shape of a
cross.

The black iron fence starts to bend back into itself and
peels its way off the ground.

Tartarea is in shock as the grave digger remains motionless
in his Jesus Christ pose.

The fence becomes red hot, twists and turns, shape-shifting
into a cross.

The black iron cross steams as it becomes cool lingering in
front of the blood red sky and the only fence left, the
entrance gate which reads, "Hollow Hills Graveyard".

Rebecca gestures for the cross to move and land upon the
grave digger's shoulder.

Forcing him to the ground, the weighted black cross slowly
rises, as he tries lifting himself up, veins popping from his
flesh. A growl from the pit of hell is released from his
soul. Finally, he rises.

Tartarea wipes his face with a cloth, leaving a bloody
imprint of the grave digger's face.

The Grave Digger slowly marches up the hill towards his
mother. Tartarea grabs the back of the iron cross helping
him release some of the weight.

Thunder roars through as lightning strikes and drops of blood
fall from the heavens.

The souls of the dead catch the rain of blood in their
mouths, giving them strength.

The Grave Digger falls to his knees. A hand protrudes up
from the ground, under his neck and starts choking him.

He struggles for a moment then rises to his feet, with the
weight of the world on his back.

Rebecca Landcaster still summons his presence. Bloody wind
and rain howls, tornadoes through the graveyard, painting the
trees red, passing through the spirits giving them strength.

We follow a drop of blood down one of the tubes sticking up.

BLOOD DROP POV: down the tube to the left through the coffin
into the womb of the deceased, feeding the well nourished
baby.

The grave digger and Tartarea reach the top of the hill,
under the old oak tree, in front of the mousseline where
Rebecca Landcaster is standing.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
(to the cross)
Rise from his back.

She commands the cross.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
Drop into the soil.

The cross slams into the ground shaking the dead. It enters
the ground.

BELOW GROUND POV: the black iron finds its resting place as
the dirt below haults its momentum.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - CONTINUOUS

Rebecca Landcaster zaps her son lifting him above ground, his
arms still out-spread.

She forces him back against the cross.

The huge iron spikes protrude out in perfect lining of his
hands and feet.

CLOSE ON: Grave Digger's right hand slams back against the
spike, driving through, piercing his flesh.

CLOSE ON: his left hand being pierced by the spike. Blood
flies out landing on Tartarea's face as she is on her knees
looking up at him.

CLOSE ON: the spike pierces through both feet, sticking him
to the black iron cross.

Instantly, we pull back exposing this horrific sight.

The blood red black sky is the background to the death of the
Anti-Christ. High above the mousseline, the crucified hangs.

Rebecca Landcaster enjoys her vision manifested from
centuries old.

Tartarea worships the image produced as lightning filled with
rage from the hand of God, strikes the grave digger's back,
pouring out His spirit upon his flesh.

Rebecca Landcaster laughs psychotically as we sweep through
Hollow Hill's Graveyard flying above all the tortured souls.

The grave digger hangs on the cross. His POV.

GRAVE DIGGER
(looking beneath him)
Father, in three days I will rise again.

The earth below him engulfs the bottom of the cross then
opens. Layer after layer of hot lava, discloses the pit of
hell. A black dove flies forth and beyond.

INT. HELL - CONTINUOUS

A spirit within the fire, SATAN, forms a more mature face of
the grave digger, definite resemblance.

SATAN
I am proud of you my son.

The lava standing off waits for the grave digger's soul, then
floods the hole caving in like a tidal wave, burying the
grave digger's spirit.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - THAT MOMENT

The earth around the cross is filled in and back to normal.

Tartarea sobs like a baby for her dead spouse.

His bloody body crucified to the iron cross remains.

Rebecca has disappeared and so has the iron fence that once
encased this land of the dead.

The sky is once again blue. The black dove sitting on top of
the cross cries out to its fellow brethren.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - SAME MOMENT

Locals, in shock, mesmerized by the new graveyard painted
blood red, no fence and a huge iron cross dripping blood from
the crucified grave digger.

CUT TO:

INT. CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - SAME MOMENT

G.G. busts through the door holding her project.

Charlene is at the kitchen table shuffling through articles.
She has coffee in her hand.

G.G.
Guess what?

CHARLENE
(sipping her coffee)
Got an A.

G.G.
Better. After I presented Miss Rebecca
Landcaster to the class, Mr. Blackforest
let the legend go as truth.

CHARLENE
(spitting it back up)
What? See I told you.

G.G. excitedly hands it to her. Charlene caresses her head.

CHARLENE
What'd he say?

G.G.
(grabbing soda from fridge)
Well, this guy named after one of the
presidents, I remember that, challenged
my statements. Ricktor said he grew up
here and that no one will tell him the
things he's seen are not real.

CHARLENE
Ricktor?

G.G.
Dr. Ricktor Blackforest.

CHARLENE
(laughs)
I see, you're on a first name basis with
your professor.

G.G. blushes.

G.G.
(laughing, growls)
He's an animal.

FLASHBACK: Ricktor Blackforest's aura, morphs into a black
panther. He pulls her hair back as he penetrates her from
behind.

RICTKOR BLACKFOREST
(as black panther)
The secret power is held in the spear and
in the cane. Destroy them, destroy the
evil.

INT. CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - SAME MOMENT

G.G. giggles as Charlene shakes her head.

CHARLENE
I don't even want to know. What are you
doing tonight?

G.G. walks over jumps over the couch and clicks on the
remote. The news is on showing the crucifiction at the
graveyard.

G.G.
Oh my God, come here.

Charlene looks up and runs over to the television. The same
newscaster as before confronts the situation.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - THAT MOMENT

The news and locals are gathered around the cross. Tartarea
is freaking out on camera.

TARTAREA
Christopher Landcaster was my husband.
Is my husband. NO ONE and I mean NO ONE
will touch his body. He will resurrect
in three days on Devil's night.

Her possessed stare and deadly grip around the iron spike
wards off anyone trying to approach.

INT. CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - SAME MOMENT

Charlene smiles in agreement as G.G. continues to freak out.

G.G.
How can you remain so calm?

CHARLENE
I will go to the police and show them the
research I have done. Christopher
Landcaster has to be buried in the
mousseline where his mother is buried.
In three days he will rise as she said.

G.G. listens in fear.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS TOWN, COFFEE SHOP - SAME MOMENT

Fried Thunder wobbles out of the coffee shop with two drinks
in his hands. He places one down in front of Cynthia on the
table.

CYNTHIA
Thanks. So what's the story? Got any
ideas?

Fried Thunder sits down with his coffee in his hand, it
spills on him at the same time of letting one rip.

FRIED THUNDER
Owe...owe, damn it.

Cynthia laughs.

CYNTHIA
Quit being a baby.

FRIED THUNDER
(upset)
It burns.

CYNTHIA
So will my foot up your ass if you don't
quit being a baby.

He takes a sip, chomps down on his doughnut. Cynthia,
practically salivating.

CYNTHIA
Where's mine?

FRIED THUNDER
I could barely pay for your coffee, I
hadda give'em my last penny. Anyway, can
I ask you sumthing right quick? Didn't
you say this chick hangs out at the
graveyard?

CYNTHIA
(sips her coffee)
I think so. She's goth.

FRIED THUNDER
But you don't know fo' cert'in?

CYNTHIA
No I don't know fo' cert'in, you moron.
Wait a second, I remember she was dressed
like that witch she kept talking about in
class.

FRIED THUNDER
Yeah, that graveyard was on the news.
Let's go there tonight and I'll beat the
shit out of her.

Cynthia laughs.

CYNTHIA
She'll die on her own burial grounds, how
poetic. I can see the headlines now.

Acting it out.

CYNTHIA
Fried Thunder crushes Goth Girl in Hollow
Hills.

He laughs, finishes his snack and starts choking on the
doughnut.

CYNTHIA
Jesus Christ, every time you eat you
fuckin choke. What the hell is wrong
with you?

Fried Thunder catches his breath.

FRIED THUNDER
Thanks for caring.

Cynthia looks off in the distance then comes up with an idea.

CYNTHIA
I got it.

FRIED THUNDER
What?

CYNTHIA
We'll hang her from the same tree Rebecca
Landcaster died on.

FRIED THUNDER
That'd be bloody brilliant if only the
whole world wouldn't be watching.

She drops her head.

CYNTHIA
You're probably right. This place is now
a murder site.

FRIED THUNDER
Not if he rises in three days.

He spooks her, then laughs.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS POLICE STATION - SAME MOMENT

Typical small town jail/police station houses the local
drunk. Two cops in light brown uniforms create the
atmosphere.

One of them, OFFICER SEAMEN, goofy looking with dark hair,
sucks on a piece of straw.

Country music plays softly in the background.

OFFICER TOWNHOUSE, natural brown hair, bucked teeth and
freckles, sits reading a movie magazine. On the small
television behind her plays an old black and white western.

Officer Townhouse notices someone approaching through the
window.

OFFICER TOWNHOUSE
Think she's in danger?

Officer Seaman sits up and sees Charlene approaching.

OFFICER SEAMAN
Nah, just had a little too much to drink.
(chuckles)
She's probably...

She walks in.

OFFICER TOWNHOUSE
Can I help you?

CHARLENE
Yes.

Placing her hand on the counter.

CHARLENE
Who do I talk to about getting the grave
digger down from the cross that
miraculously appeared during the night?
While some crazy local threatens to kill
anyone who approaches. Who would be in
charge of that?

Officer Seaman stands up and tries to explain. Officer
Townhouse cuts him off before he can get out a word.

OFFICER TOWNHOUSE
I know it may seem a bit strange.

CHARLENE
A bit strange? Why the hell aren't you
doing anything about it?

Officer Townhouse turns her head towards Officer Seaman.

OFFICER TOWNHOUSE
So what do you want to do about it?

OFFICER SEAMAN
Nothing.

Still chomping away on his piece of straw. Charlene gets
madder by the second.

CHARLENE
Look, this year I will graduate with my
Doctorate in Anthropology.

OFFICER SEAMAN
Congratulations.

CHARLENE
For my thesis, I have studied the
Landcaster's whole history, I am Charlene
Landcaster. Christopher Landcaster, the
grave digger is dead hanging on a cross
right now for the world to see and you
two are sitting here doing nothing.

OFFICER TOWNHOUSE
What do you want me to do sweety?

CHARLENE
He has to be buried in the mousseline
under the old oak tree. The same tomb as
his mother Rebecca Landcaster.

Officer Townhouse walks over to the back and grabs a riffle.

OFFICER TOWNHOUSE
Don't even know if this baby works.
(to Officer Seaman)
Get off your lazy ass and let's go.

Handing him a shovel.

OFFICER SEAMAN
What the hell am I gonna do with this?

OFFICER TOWNHOUSE
Bury the dead.

They get up and walk out following Charlene.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS TOWN - MOMENTS LATER

Charlene marches down the center of town approaching the
graveyard. Officer Seaman holds his shovel in the air as
Officer Townhouse tight-grips her riffle.

People are gathered around the graveyard staring at this
miraculous event.

News cameras film this incredible scene. The blood red
graveyard with the crucified anti-christ.

Dusk falls upon the townsmen of hollow hills, once again
united.

FLASHBACK: 1693 sepia slow motion. People are gathered
rejoicing Rebecca Landcaster's death as she hangs there,
dead. SLOW MOTION: A low-life towny stumbles into her dead
body forcing her to move. He spits on her in disgust, then
walks away nearly tripping over the baby still attached.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - THAT MOMENT

Back to reality. Charlene busts through the gates as people
part like the red sea. She approaches the cross and breaks
down, not being able to control it.

Tartarea still fights off anyone trying to pass.

Silence from the town as Charlene Landcaster confronts
Tartarea with two cops.

CHARLENE
(to Tartarea)
What you are doing is wrong and
disrespectful.

TARTAREA
How dare you judge my actions?

CHARLENE
I am Charlene...

TARTAREA
Landcaster. I know you Charlene. I know
all about you. Your mother was a whore,
just like the rest of them. Now I am his
bride and (possessed) no one will take
him from me.

Charlene smiles acceptingly, backs away and let's the cops
take over.

OFFICER TOWNHOUSE
(aiming the riffle at her)
Just drop the weapon, sweety, and we'll
call it a night.

Tartarea stabs at her.

TARTAREA
Never.

Growling like a wolf, exposing her fangs.

OFFICER SEAMAN
Jesus Christ is she even human?

Tartarea raises the iron bar and charges Officer Townhouse.
Officer Townhouse clicks back on the trigger and shoots.

BULLET POV: following the bullet, entering her knee cap.
Blood squirts as the flesh twists and tares, blowing the knee
cap apart. Blood paints the screen.

Tartarea falls to the floor as Officer Seaman hits her over
the head with his shovel.

She's out.

The media attacks the three of them, they just caught this
live.

CUT TO:

BREAKING NEWS REPORT: showing the scene.

Flash news break on every television across America and
eventually the world.

NEWSCASTER
The Grave Digger of Hollow Hills is
crucified to a black iron cross made from
the gate that once encased this small
town's graveyard. Hollow Hills has many
practicing witches today, which would
explain why people walk around here all
year long wearing costumes. It even
offers doctorate programs for witchcraft
hidden under anthropology at the local
college. Many believe the man you see
before you is the chosen messiah.

ON TELEVISION: low angle of Christopher Landcaster hanging
dead on the cross. The sky darkens behind him.

People are in shock as they watch this live.

A silence falls upon the earth, tuned into this event/news.

EXT. SPACE - SAME MOMENT

We travel around the globe following the sound of silence.
The chaotic whispers become no more.

Silence.

Satellite in space bounces energy into the earth's
atmosphere.

INT. AMERICAN FAMILY HOME - THAT MOMENT

On the television, Christopher Landcaster's left hand slowly
closes and reopens. A young teenage BOY cries out.

BOY
Holy shit, I'm scared.

His parents are too much in disbelief to correct him.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - MOMENTS LATER

Christopher Landcaster moves his hands and slowly brings his
head around.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER POV: looking down at the sea of
people witnessing this miracle. He slowly removes his right
hand from the spike and pulls his foot from the other.

He stands on it as he releases his left hand. Arms out
spread, from behind him we see Rebecca Landcaster hovering
above her mousseline.

She gestures for him to come closer.

He is lifted by an angel's hand illuminating, carrying him by
a shroud wrapped around his upper torso, under his arms.

The Angel sets him down and disappears.

Christopher Landcaster walks over to his bride knocked out on
the floor.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Who soever casted these stones shall
suffer eternal fire.

Suddenly, the two cops burst into flames, spontaneous human
combustion. Their last screams are captured on film as they
burn alive.

Everyone backs away. He gently caresses Tartarea's knee, it
miraculously heals. He then raises his hand and cures the
bump on her head. She smiles as she hugs him in faith.

TARTAREA
(in tears)
I knew you would return. But it hasn't
been three days.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
I lied.

He helps her, walks her up the hill where she can see Rebecca
Landcaster for the first time.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
(to Tartarea)
Welcome my daughter to a new world.

Rebecca Landcaster laughs psychotically. Christopher and
Tartarea turn around facing the crowd. Rebecca Landcaster is
in the middle of them hovering the ground. She has her hands
on their shoulders.

Instantly, the apparition occurs. The whole world sees
Rebecca Landcaster materialize from thin air.

The camera crew freak out but contain their work steady,
camera P.O.V.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
(to the world)
This is my family whom I am very pleased.
My son, Christopher Landcaster, will rule
the nations as you will all agree, due to
witnessing his resurrection.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - SAME MOMENT

Raising her arms in the air, whiteish yellow hair blows
wildly in the wind.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
Those of you who will not follow him have
already seen your fate.

Pointing to the two piles of ashes who once stood Officer
Seaman and Officer Townhouse. She laughs sinisterly again.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
My son will have an army which will rise
from their graves and defend him at all
costs. Behold the new leader of the
world.

She disappears. People cry at the sight, not knowing how to
handle what they just saw. Two of the people weeping are
Cynthia and Fried Thunder, shaking in their pants.

FADE TO BLACK.

Distant VOICES rise from the dead within this darkness.

VOICES
(creshendoes)
Listen to the peace...I'm hearing dead
Listen to the peace...I'm hearing dead
Listen to the peace...I'm hearing dead

The sounds of the center of the earth, scorching lava, human
souls, being ripped apart by demons snarls.

VOICES
(echo)
Deeper into oneself...we must travel...
before euphoria can exist....

Darkness impaled by light as the hand of a young woman grabs
our attention. Sudden music scare.

In the distance, glowing light from the other side. The hand
tares away the darkness as light fills the screen.

Inside their world, we are sucked in, GULP.

INT. REALM OF THE DEAD - PRESENT

In a small room illuminated in the light, rests the spirits
of the women, raped and murdered to give birth to Christopher
Landcaster's offspring.

The feeling of many years as we see their spirits hovered
over their own corpse, nourishing their offspring.

Melissa Reginald's Spirit, the lawyer, is among the other
unfortunate souls.

Their souls rest with a look of mourning only known to them.

Each mother's corpse housing its offspring, feeling the baby
kick but never being able to touch.

INT. DEEPER DARKNESS - PRESENT

Falling deeper into darkness, heavy moans rise from the
unrested souls of those sacrificed through the corpse
grinder, which fed Christopher Landcaster's offspring.

The spirits voices speak as one.

VOICES
(echo after echo)
Welcome to the corpse grinder liquid
chamber. Here lies the knowledge of
being sliced and diced to a bloody pulp.

The sound of the grinder infinitely rings in the background.

INT. POOL OF BLOOD - SPIRIT REALM OF CORPSE GRINDER

The souls emerge covered in blood, as their muffled cries and
choking up blood fill the screen.

A face screams catching an air pocket.

The bells of hell ring in the distance as hives of bees
bellow in attacking a little girl.

Other private hell's fly by, bouncing infinitely off each
other.

The only sense of peace comes when their master, SATAN
speaks.

SATAN V.O.
(comfortable deep tone)
Good morning my friends. My son is
resurrected. The gates of hell will open
and we will prevail on my command.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - SAME MOMENT

Christopher Landcaster is standing amongst the crowd, side by
side with his wife, confronting his people as they admire the
image produced on his back, from when the lightning struck.

Demons ripping open his back as Christ wards them off.

News crews shove microphones in his face.

NEWSCASTER V.O.
How'd you do it? What does it mean?

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Do what?

NEWSCASTER V.O.
Rise from the dead.

Christopher Landcaster laughs harder and harder eventually
disgracing the guy for asking.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
We all have the power of creation within.

NEWSCASTER V.O.
What are your plans for the world?

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
World peace, (grins)...of course.

NEWSCASTER V.O.
How will you accomplish what many failed
to do?

The newscaster voice screams in pain from the heat.

NEWSCASTER V.O.
HELP ME!

Like a breath of hot air, flames arise and the newscaster
combusts.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
If you doubt me, you ignite the eternal
flame within and POOF you are mine.

Laughing psychotically.

EXT. NEW YORK CITY - DAY

Newspapers spin filling the screen. A male voice along with
the busy streets can be heard.

MALE V.O.
Paper, paper get your New York Times
here.

Holding up the paper showing the crucifixion and apparition
of the Landcasters. Headlines read, "Jesus and Mary out,
Landcasters In".

EXT. LONDON - NIGHT

The streets are lit as the rain pours down and a male voice
with a English accent speaks over the air waves.

RADIO VOICE
It's bloody raining again in this gothic
city of London. Christopher Landcaster
will be visiting next week. So roll up
your joints and have them ready to smoke
as he spreads his message of peace, grow
your own.

Sweeping down into the city, people are smoking joints.

EXT. SKY - NEXT DAY

A jet plane flies through the air. The black dove on its
trail.

INT. JET PLANE - SAME MOMENT

The sides are lined with black leather couches. Red carpet
on the ceiling and mirrors around the windows.

Christopher Landcaster and Tartarea, dressed victorian, black
and mauve.

Christopher is cleaned up as he grabs the bottom part of his
jaw, wiggles it, then cracks it into place. Moving it back
to its original position.

He wears shoulder length hair with red highlights, top hat,
and black tuxedo with tails, gripping his infamous cane of
souls.

Tartarea, hair in frills, pale tender skin, black antique-
sexy cut dress, wears blue lips to match her bright blue eyes
and grins from ear to ear. Mysterious to the bone. Upper
thigh exposed.

The pilot's voice chimes in.

PILOT V.O.
Mr. Landcaster, we will be arriving in
twenty minutes.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Thank you.

He turns his head towards the window, sees the black dove in
the distance flying over England as they descend.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Look, darling, it's that same black dove
that's been following us.

She leans over to look, pressing her breasts into him.

TARTAREA
I like you much better this way.

She kisses him on the neck and claws at him with her hands.

TARTAREA
(whispers into his ear)
What do you think the spirit poured upon
your flesh means?

Christopher Landcaster looks at her touching her soul when he
speaks.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Over three hundred years ago. My mother
suffered a gruesome death. I was born
not of woman nor of man. My mother died
before I entered this world. I felt her
shut off. I knew if I did not get out
then, I would leave with her. A very
kind man raised me.

FLASHBACK: Graphics read, "1703".

INT. WOODEN HOUSE - EVENING

In sepia, the wooden walls barely keep out the sound of the
rain.

A picture of Rebecca Landcaster and the owner of the grave
yard, hangs in between two windows.

Spider webs in the corners.

YOUNG CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER, 10 years old, dressed in a
cowboy hat and leather vest, holds a trick or treat bag in
his hand as he fixes his boot in the mirror. The owner
creeps up behind him, holding the picture.

OWNER
Do you know who this is?

Young Christopher looks up with a big smile.

YOUNG CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Mommy.

Placing his hand on his shoulder.

OWNER
That's right. Do you know where mommy
is?

YOUNG CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Hell.

OWNER
Hell, that's right. Do you know why?

YOUNG CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Because she did something very bad, and
the townspeople put her to death.

OWNER
And what did your mommy do that was so
bad that they had to kill her?

Young Christopher drops his head.

YOUNG CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Had sex with the devil.

OWNER
That's right, had sex with the devil,
then had you. But what I tell you is
truth. You're mommy did not do anything
wrong.

YOUNG CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
(confused)
She didn't?

OWNER
She is who she is. Ain't gonna change
fate. The townsfolk did something very
very wrong when they killed your mommy.

No answer.

OWNER
That is why tonight your mommy will visit
you, and I have to go far, far away.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. JET PLANE - SAME MOMENT

Tartarea has tears in her eyes.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
And that's the last time I saw him.

TARTAREA
So what happened?

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
He was right, that night my mother did
visit me. And I've been on my own ever
since, running the graveyard.

TARTAREA
How'd you do it at ten years old?

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
I told the customers he was busy. I knew
the business.

Awkward silence.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
My mother guided me through life. She
had me kill my first victim at fourteen,
old enough to impregnate a woman.

Imitating his mother.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Make her a good one. Your first, you
will always remember.
(to Tartarea)
To this day, I still remember her face.

Tartarea a bit confused but listening with every ounce of
energy.

TARTAREA
What's the connection to your back
Christopher?

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
My mother made it ritual to quote the
Apocalypse to me every night. The spirit
of God will pour down upon your flesh and
when it does, our time to reign will
manifest. I did not fully get what she
meant until now.

Tartarea takes a deep breath.

PILOT V.O.
Please buckle your seats as we go in for
the landing.

They do, along with the body guards.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
I knew my fate from a little boy. I was
forced to commit actions against my own
will. Eventually if you do something
wrong long enough you become immune to
it, which leads to obsession.

TARTAREA
Where did you go when you died?

He looks at her compassionately.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
There are things in life you were born
not to know.

EXT. SKY - HALLOWEEN EVENING

The jet plane lands in London.

EXT. LONDON AIRPORT - MOMENTS LATER

Hundreds of people surround the plane waiting for him. The
door opens as the ground help wheels over the stairs.

Out steps Christopher Landcaster, raising his arms in the air
greeting all of his people.

Cheers, hoots and hollering creates the atmosphere.

While his hands are raised, he brings them together, then
flatlines them slowly. By the time his hands are fully
apart, there is absolute silence.

Tartarea walks out, everyone in awe of her beauty. He raises
her left hand in the air as they both raise their outside
arms to the sky.

All the birds for miles are summoned to circle around them
hovering above their heads twenty feet or so.

Thousands upon thousands of birds, flock to this spot in the
universe where an energy tunnel is created.

Sweeping over the crowd, staring up at their own death, we
enter the halo of birds.

CENTER OF HALO POV: Thousands of birds flapping, scrunched
together viewing it 360%. The sound is simply uniquely
grandiose.

Up through the opening of these birds, we rise looking down
as we climb higher and higher.

AERIAL SHOT: The black ring of birds around the earth,
unlocks the spiritual realm.

Gusts of wind, carrying spirits fly through, entering earth's
atmosphere.

Each gust of wind penetrates through a person, knocking them
in the chest. The look of the spirit transforms the person's
face.

Fear has struck the core of humanity.

MALE VOICE
(cries out)
ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!

Tears of shock run down people's faces. Terror has struck
London.

Christopher and Tartarea drop their hands. The elements of
nature resume back to normal.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Now you have seen our power first hand.

Television crews once again filming every second.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Those of you non believers, Christians,
Jews, if I cannot have you, no one will.

Someone from the crowd screams, "Anit-Christ". Instantly, he
spontaneously combusts. The people standing next to him get
away.

Christopher Landcaster laughs.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Another non believer. I really enjoy the
show you all put on. Dying in my
presence. Is there anything greater?

We spin around the crowd as Christopher Landcaster speaks
from the stairs half way down.

A voice screams out.

VOICE
Happy Birthday.

He smirks.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Thank you.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - SAME MOMENT

Evening falls upon the last peaceful day Hollow Hills will
ever see. Haunting uprising music fades in.

People are going about their business as early trick or
treaters run the streets.

The town's square is filled with street entertainers, dressed
in costume. Some of the latest Disney characters, a must.

INT. CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - SAME MOMENT

G.G. is getting ready in her room with Lizzy. Charlene is at
her computer finishing the thesis.

G.G. runs in dressed in a one piece black panther outfit,
sexy to the bone. She leaps into her room scaring Charlene
half to death.

CHARLENE
What's wrong with you? I'm almost done.

G.G.
Come on, Lizzy and I are just about
ready. So hurry up, finish your thesis
and get dressed sister, cause we're gonna
have the time of our lives.

INT. G.G.'S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Lizzy flushes the toilet, stands up and admires her beautiful
painted body in the mirror, zebra stripes. She has two ears
sticking up from her white and black hair.

She grabs the bikini black bottoms from the door and puts
them on.

She grabs both nipple cups and puts them on, then places her
leg into her knee high white boot, extremely high heeled.

She does the other as well, making her look the sexiest of
them all. She grabs the black and white leather whip from
the sink and heads out to the living room.

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Charlene types her last word and hits save.

CHARLENE
Thank God, I'm done.

She turns around, sees Lizzy dressed as a zebra.

CHARLENE
Holy Shit, you look amazing. Where the
hell are we going again?

G.G. walks over to her unable to keep her hands off, she
molests her body. Lizzy laughs as she's being tickled.

LIZZY
Stop. We're going to Wicked Bad.
Everyone's gonna be there.
I mean everyone. They're giving away
five thousand dollars for the sexiest
costume.

CHARLENE
What costume?

G.G. high fives Charlene.

G.G.
That's what I'm talking about.

Charlene looks at both of them dressed the way they are, then
realizes.

CHARLENE
Oh no, what does my costume look like?

G.G. throws it at her.

G.G.
Thought you'd never ask.

Charlene holds up a skimpy one piece, white tiger print.

LIZZY
I'll paint your face like a white tiger.
It'll be so cute.

Charlene looks at her like don't touch me.

G.G.
Come on, it'll be fun. If you don't do
this now you'll regret it for the rest of
your life, trust me. This is your last
opportunity.

CHARLENE
Fine.

G.G.
Besides, this is what Lizzy goes to
school for. She's the best.

CHARLENE
I know, I know. Let's get this over
with.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - DARKNESS FALLS

The cool breeze rushes through the graveyard, waking the
dead. Dust within light, calls upon its own. A hissing is
heard.

Fluctuating between tones, the piercing sounds of the soul
awaken the mothers who have nurtured Christopher Landcaster's
offspring.

INT. MOTHER'S COFFIN - SAME MOMENT

Her hand jolts slamming it into the top of the coffin.
Kicking and screaming inside a pool of blood, she gasps for
air, with her lips pressed against the top, barely breathing.

A sudden pain rushes to her stomach. She drops her head
under the blood to see what it protruding from her.

UNDER BLOOD POV: Her stomach rises just above the surface. A
small child is inside of her moving around.

TERROR STRIKES her being, knocking her out, drowning in her
own blood. Half an eye ball dangles down tickling her lips.

She gasps for air raising her head above surface. Moans and
deep, deep cries echo in her head as she releases her fury.

INT. CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - SAME MOMENT

Charlene walks out of her bedroom dressed in skin tight,
satin white showing every curve. Her nipples erect, to die
for. Lizzy, fighting urge, walks over and pets them.

LIZZY
Nice, putty cat.

Her face is painted like a white tiger. Her white hair flows
in every direction. Her piercing blue eyes glisten in the
light.

G.G. stamps out her cigarette on the balcony, runs in.

G.G.
Holy Shit, Rock Star!

LIZZY
Rock star? Hey wait a second. You could
be White Lion's back up singer. Call'em
quick.

Everyone laughs.

CHARLENE
I'm sure they already thought of it.
(to G.G.)
So what do you think?

G.G. circles around her.

G.G.
You look so hot sister, I'd give into
beastiality for you.

Lizzy cracks up laughing as Charlene shrugs her shoulder.
Charlene attacks her like a tiger. Biting her neck.

G.G. (CONT'D)
(laughing)
You...you you looked so real for a
second, you actually scared me. Oh my
god. Are we ready to go.

They all nod.

G.G. (CONT'D)
So let's get out of here.

They leave the apartment and shut off the lights.

EXT. LONDON - DAY

A black limousine drives by through the busy streets.

INT. LIMOUSINE - SAME MOMENT

Christopher and Tartarea, both fully dressed, are making love
in the back of the limo. Tartarea opens the sunroof and
raises her arms in the air screaming as she is reaching
orgasm riding Christopher.

TARTAREA
The night is ours!

She hollers out. Tartarea gets off of him and collapses to
the floor.

TARTAREA
I can't wait to hear your speech.

She says as she lights up a one hit cigarette pipe. She
passes it to Christopher who takes a hit.

TARTAREA
To peace.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
To peace.

He grins.

EXT. WICKED BAD NIGHT CLUB - DEVIL'S NIGHT

A dirt road serpentines its way to the entrance.

A big black muscle bound dude watches the door, dressed in a
little pink sundress with yellow flowers.

Charlene's green bug Volkswagon pulls into the scene as we
rise over the parking lot.

Aerial shot of desolate club, filled with just about the
whole town.

The three girls dressed as a white tiger, white and black
zebra, and black panther prowl their way through the parking
lot, each with whips in one hand and an ecstasy pill in the
other.

A spider web spreads across the corner of the building
highlighted in the moonlight. A fly traps itself on the web
as the spider goes in for the kill.

They pop the pills.

The full moon hovers over the graveyard seen in the distance.

Instantly, we skip moments of time, flying through the air
being summoned approaching the graveyard.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - THAT MOMENT

The arm of a corpse protrudes up from the ground, instant
music scare builds momentum. A corpse already from its grave
follows the moans of the others needing help.

INT. MOTHER'S COFFIN, UNDER GROUND - SAME MOMENT

Her scream is heard as she can hear digging with both hands.
A hand busts through. It pulls back out and rips open the
top of the coffin.

Blood pours out the sides of the coffin as she sits up in
excruciating pain.

She immediately gives birth to a fully developed child as her
scream can be heard for miles.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS TOWN - SAME MOMENT

Her scream is heard and followed throughout the town, ending
before the night club which has music blaring.

Mortified, she shakes uncontrollably not believing her
situation. She hears other cries as deep and sorrowful as
her own.

She grabs the shovel leaned against the mousseline and starts
digging.

She hits the coffin, instinctively rips off the top,
witnessing another female corpse, covered in blood, giving
birth to an infant.

She starts digging up the next one and the next one, until
all of them are rescued.

INT. LEGAL BUILDING, LONDON - SAME MOMENT

Christopher and Tartarea Landcaster are standing at the
center of the long oval, red shiny wood table, filled with
leaders of the world.

A large glass globe spreads out across the wall behind them
lit with fluorescent lights.

Christopher leans against his infamous cane of souls.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
I have walked this earth for over three
hundred years. I have seen kingdoms rise
and fall. It is my time to speak of what
I know. Peace will prevail, not because
everybody wants it, but because if you do
not produce it, you will spontaneously
combust. You have seen it. Do not doubt
my power. I am the one and only messiah
you will ever need and want. I am here
to deliver you from your pain and
suffering.

Camera crews film this event transporting it to the world.

Japan's leader, MR. CHUNG, raises his hand. Christopher
Landcaster acknowledges.

MR. CHUNG
Mr. Landcaster, how will we continue
trade amongst the countries?

Christopher Landcaster slams his cane against the glass
globe, shattering it to a thousand pieces. CRASH!

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
WE ARE ONE WORLD!

His eyes reflect flames spiraling back into infinity.
Possession takes over.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS TOWN - THAT NIGHT

"Tattoo Voodoo", a melodically haunting song, kicks in.

Zombies walk the town square attracted to the music blaring
from Wicked Bad. Some swing their arms smashing store
fronts.

Three zombies turn over a car, gas leak, EXPLOSION, blowing
the three zombies to pieces.

INT. WICKED BAD - SAME MOMENT

Red strobe lights accent the darkness as the music blares.
Everyone, having the times of their lives.

AERIAL VIEW: Charlene, G.G. and Lizzy are dancing
seductively with their whips wrapped around their waists.
Ricktor Blackforest sees G.G. dancing with the two girls and
decides to approach.

He walks passed a guy and girl just about getting it on.

He ducks under their whips and enters the circle in the
middle of all three girls.

Ecstacy kicking in, we spin around them, seeing tiger face,
after zebra face, after panther face.

The girls decide to take advantage of the situation.

G.G.
(whispers into his ear)
Ever been with three horny animals?

They growl at him, making him hotter than he already is.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS TOWN - SAME MOMENT

A car pulls around the corner. Forced out by the walking
dead, the man is ripped from his car. The zombies tare him
apart eating whatever body part they can grab.

Some of the zombies close in on the club.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - SAME MOMENT

The mother's of the chosen are in a circle, holding hands,
walking around the offspring, who are tied to the bottom of
the black iron cross.

MOTHERS
(chanting)
We the chosen few
Celebrate life brought forth new
By the one who raised the dead
May the Lord God paint him red

MOTHERS V.O.
We the chosen few
Celebrate life brought forth new
By the one who raised the dead
May the Lord God paint him red

A spiritual energy is released as we shoot across town to
Charlene's mind.

INT. WICKED BAD - SAME MOMENT

Charlene forces her hands to her head as a piercing pain
strikes her brain.

CHARLENE'S VISION: Below are the mother's performing this
ritual.

Charlene drops to the floor.

G.G.
Oh my God, what's wrong?

Screaming over the music. Charlene stands up and falls into
Blackforest, who catches her and holds her up.

CHARLENE
(to G.G.)
I gotta get out of here.

G.G.
I'm going with you.

CHARLENE
(holding her head)
Don't worry about it.

G.G.
I made you come, I am leaving with you.

G.G. leans into Lizzy.

G.G.
I'm taking her home.

LIZZY
What's wrong?

G.G.
She doesn't feel good.

G.G. sees Blackforest hitting on Lizzy.

G.G.
He's yours if you want to try men.

Blackforest presses into Lizzy from behind. His hands ride
up her stomach cupping her breasts.

Lizzy turns around, slaps him across the face, then forces
her tongue down his throat.

G.G.
(smiling)
See you later.

G.G. follows Charlene as she runs out.

EXT. WICKED BAD - CONTINUOUS

Charlene runs to the side of the building and pukes
everywhere. G.G. right behind her.

G.G.
Oh my God, baby. You didn't even drink
that much.

Charlene looks up with the look of death in her eye as it
transforms into the eye of a tiger. She arches her back and
takes in a deep breath, claws her hands and salivates.

G.G. looks over at what Charlene is staring.

The dead walk among the living towards them. Rebecca
Landcaster hovers the Graveyard in the background holding a
long spear of souls. The wind hits her just right.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
(to Charlene Landcaster)
My daughter.

Her voice carries through the streets with super speed
filling Charlene's environment in waves.

Charlene transforms into her spirit animal, white tiger.

CHARLENE
(as white tiger)
I am not your daughter.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
All witches are my daughter. HOLT!

She screams as the zombies stop dead in their final position.
Their souls leave the corpses once again, and are summoned to
her spear.

G.G. screams out to Charlene.

G.G.
The spear!

CHARLENE
What?

G.G.
Blackforest said...

BLACKFOREST V.O. AND G.G.
(v.o. echos)
Destroy the spear, destroy the evil.

FLASH: Rebecca's wicked bloody face.

FLASH: Christopher's wicked bloody face.

FLASHBACK/CHARLENE LANDCASTER'S VISION: Hollow Hills
Graveyard, 1693, sepia tone. The owner walks the baby
Christopher Landcaster away. Rebecca's spirit circles the
graveyard staring down at the injustice.

A lightning bolt strikes Rebecca Landcaster's spirit
lingering above her body, into a tree next to the one, her
body remains motionless.

Instantly, her spirit enters the wood. The tree burns itself
into a spear with her face engraved.

A puff of smoke from where the tree used to stand, falls a
black cane. It spins on its tip, faster and faster.

Spirits from the nearby graves enter the spinning cane. It
falls to the ground next to the spear.

CHARLENE
(self realizing)
The spear.

Charlene as the white tiger, instantly on the thought charges
forth galloping through the air. As she approaches leaping
through the air, she grabs the spear from Rebecca
Landcaster's hand with her mouth.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
NOOOOOOOOOOO!

Rebecca takes off after her.

G.G. witnessing this, convinces herself she is a black
panther, and instantly on the thought, transforms into her
spirit animal, black panther.

G.G. as the black panther, takes off after Rebecca
Landcaster, who has the noose raised ready to strangle the
white tiger, Charlene.

The white tiger leaps meeting the black panther in the air.
They make the exchange. Black panther with the spear in its
mouth dives on Rebecca, slamming her in the gut, flipping her
over and knocking her to the ground.

The white tiger approaches cautiously, salivating as it
circles her.

Rebecca Landcaster' POV: sits up as the black panther jumps
over her with the spear in its mouth, hissing.

The black panther runs the spear into one of the zombies.
The spear clearly breaks through it. The corps dries up and
speckles into dust.

Rebecca seeing she could lose her son's army, mentally leaves
her body and finds him.

EXT. LEGAL BUILDING, LONDON - SAME MOMENT

Christopher and Tartarea are walking out of the building when
Rebecca comes on him like a heart attack.

Christopher Landcaster grabs his heart gasping for air.

Tartarea, not knowing what to do tries to grab him as he
wards her off.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Mother.

He falls to the floor.

INT. SPIRIT REALM - BLACKNESS

Rebecca's face confronts Christopher's face.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
Charlene Landcaster and her friend have
awoken their powers. Your army will be
defeated if you do not come home.

EXT. LEGAL BUILDING, LONDON - MOMENTS LATER

Christopher Landcaster springs up, landing on his feet, body
stiff as a board.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
(to Tartarea)
We must go home now.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS TOWN - SAME MOMENT

The white tiger and black panther grip each side of the spear
with their mouth, see the dead bodies standing in their last
position and charge.

Slow motion: smashing through the corpses, turning them into
dust with the spear. The animals continue their war.

INT. WICKED BAD - SAME MOMENT

Lizzy and Blackforest are in the corner of the club. Her
legs are wrapped around his waist, riding him like no
tomorrow.

A zombie pushes its way through the people and approaches a
random dancer. It grabs her left breast, rips it off and
eats it.

She is left standing in shock as blood pours through torn
flesh down her body.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS TOWN - MOMENTS LATER

Rebecca Landcaster wakes up from the vision, sees what is
taking place and immediately calls on rain and thunder.

The darkness deepens as lightning charges forth from a roar
of thunder, striking down in front of the animals and spear,
stopping them in their tracks.

Another bolt is conjured as they drop the spear and divide,
just before the lightning strikes the pole. Static
electricity, zapping the spear awakens the faces.

The spear hovers mid-air then instantly, flies into her hand.
She grips it firmly, raising it above her head.

Lightning strikes it again ending the storm. The last drop
of rain falls as the bolts find their way to the white tiger
and black panther electrifying them.

The animals transform back into G.G. and Charlene. They lay
motionless, then look each other in the eye with pure
amazement.

G.G.
How fuckin cool was that!?

CHARLENE
(sarcastic)
Yeah real cool. Let's get outta here.

G.G.
What about Lizzy?

CHARLENE
Shit, let's go.

They make a run for it towards the club.

EXT. WICKED BAD - SAME MOMENT

The door bust open as people try to leave, wedged in like
sardines. They quickly push their way through a sea of
people crashing out.

They are screaming, "Zombies have taken over."

Charlene and G.G.let them pass and grabs the first
opportunity to enter.

INT. WICKED BAD - CONTINUOUS

They barge in the almost empty club, a few scattered trying
to get away.

A zombie grabs a screaming transvestite, TRAVIS.

TRAVIS
Okay big boy. Don't get too fiesty.

The zombie moans then grabs him by the balls. The sound of
his balls crushing in his hand, extreme close on Travis'
eyes. Travis pukes on the zombie.

The zombie head butts him, smashing his face in. Brains ooze
out.
He lifts him off his face, looks at his head crushed in, then
shoves his face back into his skull gorging on his brains.

G.G.
(witnessing, screams)
LIZZY!

No answer. The music still blares a bit louder, since the
people do not absorb the sound.

They look around and see Lizzy riding Blackforest in the
corner, oblivious to what has just taken place.

A zombie sees his last meal and approaches.

CHARLENE
(to G.G.)
It's gonna get them, quick transform.

Charlene and G.G. run as fast as they can towards the zombie,
as they turn into their spirit animals, white tiger and black
panther.

They dive on him, growling. Lizzy looks up and sees the two
wild beasts fighting the zombie.

She starts punching Blackforest on the back. At first he
drives harder, then realizes she's screaming from something
else.

The white tiger bites a chunk of meat from the corpse's leg.
The black panther claws at its back.

Another zombie stumbles in.

BLACKFOREST
(seeing the zombies for the
first time)
What the fuck?

He throws Lizzy off, pulls up his pants and runs out.

The zombie grabs Blackforest by the hair making him scream
from pain. The zombie grabs his bottom jaw, twists it,
cracking it, then ripping it off his face with one pull.

Blackforest stands there missing his bottom face. Blood just
pours down his chest.

Classical music plays as the dripping of the blood lands.
White light fades in.

The zombie pops the jaw into his mouth and eats it.

Lizzy not knowing what to make of the situation, screams
terrified.

LIZZY
(repeating over and over)
I don't want to die this way. I don't
want to die this way.

The zombie puts his hand through Blackforest's chest as it
pierces through the other end, holding his pumping heart in
his hand.

The zombie lifts Blackforest over his head and throws him
against the wall still holding on to his heart. He bites
into it like an apple. Blood squirts on his moaning face.

G.G., as the black panther, scratches through the zombies's
neck and head with her claws. Charlene, the white tiger,
tares off its limbs with its mouth.

G.G., black panther, walks over to Blackforest's dead body
against the wall. The panther squats over his head and
urinates.

Lizzy watching the black panther and white tiger freaks out
for a second possibly thinking it actually might be her
friends. She nods her head and makes a run for the door.

G.G and Charlene transform back into their normal bodies.

G.G.
Lizzy!

Lizzy turns around.

LIZZY
What the hell? Is that you?

G.G.
Yes, we just discovered our powers.

They approach her.

LIZZY
What's going on?

G.G. runs over and hugs her.

G.G.
Sorry about Blackforest. I got jealous,
about a ten on the Ricktor scale.

Lizzy looks at her like she's crazy, then chuckles, holding
it back.

LIZZY
You said if I wanted to try men, I could.

CHARLENE
And look what happened. All hell broke
loose.

All three laugh.

LIZZY
So what's happening? Who are these dead
people walking around.

Standing in the center of the club with the music still
blaring.

CHARLENE
Rebecca Landcaster woke the dead.

LIZZY
What?

G.G.
I saw Charlene turn into her spirit
guide, so I believed myself to do the
same, and it actually worked.

LIZZY
Did you know you were both witches?

They remain silent. Charlene finally answers.

CHARLENE
Not till now, but it all makes sense.

G.G.
The se'ances, the graveyards, The
Landcasters.
(Charlene laughs)
Let's get out of here.

LIZZY
Well, what are we gonna do?

CHARLENE
Deal with it tomorrow.

They walk out.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS TOWN - MOMENTS LATER

Lizzy, G.G. and Charlene run through the town trying to get
back to the apartment.

Zombies are attacking and eating people everywhere they look.

INT. POLICE STATION - SAME MOMENT

Phone rings and rings as a zombie rips open the jail cell,
rips off the drunkard's leg and beats him to a bloody pulp.

The phone stops ringing, the zombie walks over picks it up
and smashes it into the drunkard's face, stopping his
fidgeting, putting him from his misery.

The zombie lifts up the dead body and throws it through the
glass window, CRASH POV in slow motion, through the window.
Gravity on the glass.

EXT. CHARLENE APARTMENT - MOMENTS LATER

The three girls dressed in their costumes, approach the
building when the coast is clear.

CHARLENE
(under her breath)
Hurry up, hurry up.

They enter the building.

INT. CHARLENE'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

They enter and slam the door shut, locking it behind them,
breathing rather heavily.

G.G.
(catching her breath)
What are we gonna do?

CHARLENE
I don't know. This is out of control.

Lizzy walks over to the couch and flops down.

LIZZY
How did this happen?

G.G. and Charlene look at her and at the same time.

CHARLENE AND G.G.
Christopher Landcaster.

CHARLENE
Isn't he in London meeting with the ex
world leaders?

G.G. agrees.

G.G.
Yeah, I heard that on the news.

CHARLENE
I bet he never expected us to take out
some of his army.

Laughing about it for the first time. She strikes a pose
against a zombie.

G.G.
Yeah, who would've thought.

LIZZY
Well, what are we gonna do?

Charlene walks over to the refrigerator, grabs a piece of
cheese and eats it.

CHARLENE
Nothing we can do till tomorrow, when
it's light again. But I got a plan.

Silence.

DISSOLVE TO:

AERIAL SHOT OF HOLLOW HILLS TOWN - THAT MORNING

The full moon submerged in blood glows red. The sun pierces
through the bloody moon and quickly takes over, exposing the
desolate town filled with dead bodies.

EXT. WICKED BAD - CONTINUOUS

Christopher Landcaster and his wife Tartarea, hold hands
hovering above ground.

The black wolf watches from the distance.

Christopher Landcaster makes eye contact with the wolf.

He wears a long black velvet gothic-cut trench coat, as he
palms his cane of souls while in his black velvet top hat.

Tartarea hovers the ground in an antique red leather and lace
dress, with many layers.

Christopher takes in the stench of death, locks eyes with
Tartarea.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Do not touch this unholy ground.

They glide forth holding hands, glancing down occasionally at
the dead corpses and bodies lying around. Some half eaten.
Steam rises from the streets.

Chanting from the mothers of Christopher Landcaster's
offspring, can be heard.

MOTHERS V.O.
We the chosen few
Celebrate life brought forth new
By the one who raised the dead
May the Lord God paint him red

The black wolf takes off for the graveyard.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - MORNING

The black doves circle the area above the mothers. The grey
overcast carries a spell upon the town of Hollow Hills.

The chanting increases as we see in the distance the mothers
walking around the black iron cross, formed in a circle,
hands attached, each wearing crystals around their neck
glistening in the sun.

MOTHERS
We the chosen few
Celebrate life brought forth new
By the one who raised the dead
May the Lord God paint him red

Christopher and Tartarea enter the graveyard. Drawn back by
the bright light illuminating from the cross within the
center of the circle.

They glide through the entrance.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - SAME MOMENT

Instantly upon them. They see his off spring tied to the
bottom of the cross. Slaves to another master as they bathe
in pure light.

Christopher Landcaster grabs the other side of his cane,
raises it in the air and speaks in tongues.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Runttaamandistatrikillyainmomentakisstal
eyaayamayadooo...

The sky obeys his command as a tornado creates itself above
the cross, killing the illuminated light.

Christopher Landcaster charges at them, teeth flared, ugly to
the bone, his face changes. The beast from within rises
showing itself through his aura.

He claws his way into the center of the circle, seeing his
children for the first time.

Tears rise to his soul, feeling compassion once again.

The wave leaves as anger sets in. He turns on the mothers of
his children who are now elevating as a whole group. Hovering
above ground continuing to repeat their seance.

MOTHERS
(chanting)
We the chosen few
Celebrate life brought forth new
By the one who raised the dead
May the Lord God paint him red

Aerial shot: Mothers below raised above ground holding hands
in a circle, possessed by their trans.

From the roof of the mousseline, rises Rebecca Landcaster
holding her spear of souls laughing a very evil laugh.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
(to mothers)
You think your god has more power than
ME? I command the dead to return to me.

Striking her spear against the mother's stomachs, breaking
the spell, drops them to the ground. Electricity shoots out
from both ends of her spear.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS TOWN - SAME MOMENT

Follow energy creating a perimeter around the town. The
zombies turn around and head back to the cemetery.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVE YARD - THAT MOMENT

The mothers huddle sitting with their backs facing each
other, holding hands firmly. Their eyes all around them.

The camera sweeps by their eyes seeing the reflection of
Rebecca Landcaster. Christopher Landcaster rises up from
behind her.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
(to his mother)
This is my world. These are my children.
This town hates you. Everyone loves me.
You are jealous. You will have power
over me no longer.

He charges at her with his cane, slamming it into her spear.
Tartarea looks up at them, then comforts one of Christopher's
babies, crying.

TARTAREA
(rocking back and forth)
It will be okay. Mommy's here.

The mothers pray and cry as Christopher and Rebecca fight.

EXT. HOLLOW HILLS TOWN SQUARE - SAME MOMENT

In the distance, G.G., Lizzy and Charlene approach, dressed
in their normal attire holding baseball bats and shovels.

A zombie approaches as Charlene bashes it in the head,
knocking its head off. It rolls to a stop, staring endlessly
at the cross.

The three girls separate and go to opposite ends of the grave
yard.

Charlene climbs the entrance gate that reads, "Hollow Hills
Graveyard".

G.G. and Lizzy climb the cement pillars in the back two
corners.

Each girl pulls a mirror from their clothing once they reach
the top.

CHARLENE
(holding up her mirror)
NOW.

The two girls hold up their mirrors, lining up the light to
bounce off each mirror, forming a triangle above the
graveyard.

CHARLENE
Within the realm of the spirit, I call
upon the unrested souls of Christopher
Landcaster and the angels of God to
strike down the enemy. We ask this, in
the name of the one true God, who reigns
over heaven and earth.

All three say, "Amen" at the same time.

EXT. SKY - PRESENT MOMENT

The gates of heaven open.

The spirits of the Mothers of Christopher Landcaster's
offspring conjugate and are raised, hovering above the
graveyard.

Angels are heard galloping from afar riding winged horses.

The angels fly off their horses, holding the sword of eternal
death in their hands. The horses fly underneath each of the
mothers and carry them off.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - CONTINUOUS

All the zombies are now in the graveyard witnessing this
spiritual battle.

The three girls keep their arms raised holding the mirror as
they can feel the energy increase bouncing off one mirror to
the next.

Rebecca Landcaster begs her son to join her.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
It is the only way to defeat them.

Christopher remains hovered in the air deciding his fate.

An angel sweeps down and in one swing, chomps four zombies in
half sending them back to their graves.

Christopher Landcaster makes his decision. Slams his cane
into Rebecca's Landcaster's spear, breaking it in half.

The souls caught in the spear are released for the first
time. Flying passed us into the bright sky.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
How dare you turn your back on me! I
made you. You will honor me!

She says as she drops, landing on the top part of the cross.
She hangs over the edge. The black wolf charges, drooling up
at her.

Another angel sweeps down killing off the last of the zombies
and Christopher's off spring.

A zombie shakes the gated entrance, trying to make Charlene
fall. Melissa Reginald, one of the mother's, sweeps down on
her horse as the horse kicks the zombie away with its hind
legs.

An Angel seeing the situation, drops down and slices the
zombie in half.

Another Angel drops down upon Rebecca Landcaster with the
wrath of God, raises his sword above his head and swings
down.

Slicing her spirit in half. EXPLOSION of light, as the
mothers circle around her sitting on their winged white
horses.

Energy leaves from her Rebecca Landcaster's finger tips for
the last time. As she speaks, her head splits in half. Both
parts of the tongue flutter.

REBECCA LANDCASTER
(to her son)
You will never rest.

Christopher Landcaster lands at the bottom of the cross as
his mother's spirit body hits the ground one half at a time.
The second the earth touches it, the spirit body burns into
nothing.

Christopher Landcaster drops his head to his knees exposing
his flesh poured out upon, by the Lord.

An Angel holds his sword above Christopher Landcaster's
head.

ANGEL
Lucifer Christopher Landcaster, your
judgement will be less severe than your
mother's. A message from the Lord.

He keeps the sword raised and disappears into the clouds.

Another Angel about to take the life of the baby in
Tartarea's arms, lets the baby live as Tartarea holds her in
fear of her life, loving her as if she were her own.

The Angel smashes the sword into the black iron cross,
explosion of light. The cross turns into dust and is carried
off in a gust of wind.

The horses carrying the mother's spirits fly towards the sun.

The Angels, having done their job, follow their chariot into
the sun.

INT. HOLLOW HILLS GRAVEYARD - SAME MOMENT

Christopher Landcaster approaches his wife and wraps his arms
around her. He kisses his only surviving child.

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
I will call her Zyla, meaning shadow.
Since she was saved in the shadow of your
bosom.

The three girls drop their mirrors, get down from the pillars
and gate and walk over to Christopher, Tartarea and Zyla.

He looks up at Charlene as she approaches. She holds out her
hand.

CHARLENE
(humble but confident)
I'm Charlene...

CHRISTOPHER LANDCASTER
Landcaster, I know. You and your friends
will live with me and my family.
(pointing to Tartarea and Zyla)
I admire your faith, courage and
determination, my daughter. I see the
same characteristics in myself.

Pressing his hand against her cheek, Charlene gasps for air,
finally getting the answer she was searching for.

CHARLENE LANDCASTER
(tears swell)
I have waited my whole life for this
moment.

Tears drop down Charlene's face. She turns to G.G.

G.G. holds up her mirror, blinding Christopher Landcaster
with the sun. Charlene grabs the cane from Christopher's hand
and stabs it into his heart.

CLOSE ON: his face screaming in pain.

CHARLENE LANDCASTER (CONT'D)
(to Christopher Landcaster)
Good night Daddy.

Light pours out from around the cane as the souls that were
trapped fly out towards us and beyond. A stream of energy
rises striking the sky creating a storm.

In slow motion, Tartarea screams, "NOOOOOOOOOO..." leaping
for her husband.

We pull away from the scene backing into the sky, exposing
the graveyard as it downpours.

Christopher Landcaster is dying on his knees in front of his
wife and child.

The shot continues exposing the town square.

Christopher Landcaster's whole body illuminates with light.

The shot continues its accent exposing Hollow Hills College
campus and apartments.

Christopher Landcaster's body blows up into a thousand
pieces. HIS SPIRIT'S POV: immediately travels through
Tartarea as a gust of wind then enters the black wolf,
staring endlessly back at his own tragedy.

The Wicked Bad night club is seen in the distance.

AERIAL VIEW: whole town of Hollow Hills.

Light is poured out from the sky over the town, drying up the
rain, forming a rainbow from one side of town to the other.

FADE TO BLACK.

"Tattoo Voodoo" accompanies the rolling of end credits.

CUT TO SPLIT SCREEN:

Continue credits on right side as last scene plays out.

INT. GRADUATION CEREMONY - LATER THAT YEAR

The place is full of people. The graduates are lined up
about to walk the stage. The PRESIDENT of the college
presents the diplomas.

PRESIDENT
And now for our doctorate programs.
Graduating top of her class, Dr. Charlene
Landcaster.

G.G. and Lizzy, clap their hands as Charlene walks the stage,
and receives her diploma. She shakes hands with the
president, then holds it up.

CHARLENE LANDCASTER
(pointing to G.G.)
Now you can call me Doctor!

Applauding is heard throughout picture show.

SNAP photo: captures Charlene Landcaster's expression of joy.

SNAP photo: captures Charlene throwing her hat into the air.

SNAP photo: captures aerial shot of graduating class throwing
up their hats.

SNAP photo: captures Fried Thunder and Cynthia applauding.

Live action from that photo moment. Fried Thunder and
Cynthia walk out in the midst of people leaving the
auditorium.

Fried Thunder rips a nasty one tempting Cynthia's magnetic
nose. Giving Cynthia a look of you better not even think
about it.

CYNTHIA
Fine, I'll be good.

The people around him gasp for air as their faces turn red
from pure terror of the smell.

FRIED THUNDER
Now that's what I'm talking about.

Finish end credits.

CUT TO:

EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY - THAT MOMENT

An old beat up car drives into view. We sweep down and see
Tartarea driving with Christopher Landcaster's cane in the
front seat.

INT. MOVING CAR - THAT MOMENT

Zyla is strapped in the car seat in the back. She looks out
her side window and sees the black wolf running along side
the car. She reaches for the window as the wolf locks eyes
with her.

ZYLA
Da-Da.

FADE OUT.

THE END.

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