Script

 

​THE VENGEANCE OF THE VIOLATED

​Screenplay by Renato

​FADE IN:

​SCENE 1
​EXT. EMPTY LOT - DAY

​The relentless sun beats down on the dusty earth of Port Charlotte, Florida. The metallic arm of a BULLDOZER comes to a halt, kicking up a cloud of ochre dust. FRANK (50s, worn-out, dust-covered face), the operator, sighs as he cuts the engine.

​Beside the excavation pit, BEN (40s, shoulders slumped, an almost palpable silence about him) kneels. His fingers hesitate as they touch something in the turned-up soil. He pulls his hand back, revealing a human skull, its empty eye sockets staring up at the sky.

​GARY (30s, unshaven, anxiety in his eyes) walks up to them, a cigarette butt dangling from his lips.

​GARY

So? Find any gold or what? The mayor giving us a raise?

​Frank walks slowly to Ben, looking into the pit. It’s not just one skull. Dozens of bones are scattered in the loose earth. A mass grave.

​FRANK

This isn't gold, Gary. It's people. A lot of people.

​The imposing figure of MAYOR EVANS HUNTER (60s, suit disheveled, sweat dripping down his forehead) emerges from the dust. The practiced smile on his face vanishes as he sees the bones.

​MAYOR HUNTER

What the hell is this?

​GARY

It's a grave, sir. An old one. Looks like some kind of... Indigenous burial site?

​Mayor Hunter swallows hard, the forced optimism in his eyes fading. He stares at the pit, at the evidence of an inconvenient past.

​MAYOR HUNTER

Bury it. Cover it all up. Now! And not a word to anyone. "Charlotte Live!" has to be a success. This... this never happened.

​He takes a few steps back, his voice now urgent.

​MAYOR HUNTER (CONT'D)

You'll be compensated for your silence. A bonus you've never seen before. But this stays between the three of us. You understand?

​The three workers exchange apprehensive glances. The weight of the secret settles in the hot air.

​SCENE 2

​INT. "CHARLOTTE LIVE!" - NIGHT

​The moon is full. The newly opened amusement park is eerily quiet. Only TWO POLICE OFFICERS (expressionless faces, strange, slow movements) stand guard at the entrance, like uniformed statues.

​MATT (17, charming and impulsive), JACK BRETON (18, sarcastic and observant), ELOISE with nickname of "ELO ICE" (17, with a cold, distant aura), and RENE BORNET (17, with deep eyes and an intuitive spiritual knowledge) approach.

​JACK

Some grand opening, Matt. This place looks like a graveyard.

​MATT

Relax, Jack. Maybe the main show is awesome.

​Rene stops abruptly, his senses on high alert.

​RENE

Something's wrong. The energy... it's so cold.

​They try to pass the officers, who watch them without blinking.

​POLICE OFFICER 1

(Monotone voice, almost a whisper)

There's nothing to see here. Return.

​Eloise touches the officer's arm; his skin is icy, despite the warm night.

​ELOISE

There's something very wrong with them.

​Doleful howls slice through the air, coming from inside the park. They sound more like wails than howls.

​JACK

What the hell was that? Some kind of werewolf show?

​Ignoring the officers, the four teenagers find a gap in the fence and slip into the show area. Pulsing red lights bathe the stage. The lifeless body of Mayor Hunter hangs in the center, suspended by thick wires like a marionette. His mouth opens and closes mechanically, as a guttural, distorted voice echoes through the speakers, singing a macabre nursery rhyme.

​MAYOR'S VOICE (V.O.)

...sleep, little baby, or the boogeyman will get you...

​The group screams in horror. The mayor's body suddenly drops, then the wires yank it back up. It sways, dances, then rips open.

​They scramble to escape. They rush past the Haunted Train. The clatter of gears and screeching metal mixes with distorted screams. They see the body of Frank, his throat slashed, lying among the rubber monster figures.

​JACK

No. I know Frank. What is happening?!

​RENE

The earth is speaking. And it's angry.

​SCENE 3

​INT./EXT. "CHARLOTTE LIVE!" - LATE NIGHT

​The teenagers are trapped in a labyrinth of gears. The CAROUSEL spins wildly, its distorted music sounding like a mournful hymn. They barely avoid the haunted train cars, their empty compartments swaying violently. In the distance, they see the body of Gary, crushed between the gears of the merry-go-round.

​Suddenly, the roar of a V8 engine cuts through the terror. A RED PICKUP TRUCK bursts into the scene, its high beams illuminating the darkness. LUC FERRIER (20s, strong and protective), Matt's older brother, is at the wheel.

​LUC

Get in! Hurry!

​The four teenagers scramble into the truck bed and cab. The two pale-faced Police Officers lunge forward, their faces contorted in a silent rage. The pickup speeds up, swerving to avoid rides that seem to come to life for a moment.

​As the truck passes the VIKING SHIP, the ride, driven by a supernatural force, swings on an impossible arc, reaching a dizzying speed. The two Police Officers are launched from their feet, their bodies flying through the air before splattering against the mud and dirt, dissolving like smoke.

​Luc slams on the brakes just outside the park's perimeter. The five of them are together, out of breath and terrified.

​MATT

What... what happened to them?

​RENE

They were part of the curse. Guardians awakened by the desecration.

​Rene steps out of the truck, his hands touching the cold earth. His eyes close, and he begins to chant in an ancient Indigenous language, his voice filled with power and sorrow.

​RENE (in an Indigenous language)

Spirits of the earth, ancestral souls, your homes were disturbed, your rest was stolen. It was not us who violated your eternal sleep. Let peace return to this place. Let the light guide your souls home.

​As the prayer echoes into the night, a soft, golden light emanates from the sky, enveloping the park in a comforting glow. Ethereal forms rise from the earth, their suffering faces finally finding serenity. A radiant figure, an ANGEL of pure light, appears in the sky, embracing the liberated souls.

​The light slowly fades, leaving "Charlotte Live!" in silent ruins. The red pickup truck drives away as the sun begins to rise, carrying the survivors and the memory of THE VENGEANCE OF THE VIOLATED.

​FADE OUT.