BLACK SCREEN: SUPER, IN WHITE:
Woke up Dead Blues
A Song for the Zombie Apocalypse
INT. BEDROOM - MORNING - EXTREME C.U.
A man’s closed eye. A beat, then the lid opens to reveal a bloodshot eyeball.
Music: Guitar Intro
PULL BACK TO REVEAL:
A DEAD MAN lying on a bed, blinking at the ceiling. He sits up. Looks puzzled. Puts his hands on his chest, antics breathing. Looks around in horror.
SINGER (O.S.)
(sings)
I woke up this morning/turned out I was dead/Save for the music, all is silent, no sound, (and MOS throughout.)
SINGER (CONT’D)
Yes, I woke up this morning/turned out I was dead.
ANGLE FAVORS THE MIRROR
It doesn’t fog up. No air coming out.
The Dead Man drops the mirror and rushes from the bathroom.
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM ON THE CUT, The Dead Man rushes in, all in a panic.
DEAD MAN
(MOS)
AHHHHHHH!
SINGER
When you wake up not breathin’/it really screws with your head.
Music: Turnaround to next verseANGLE ON THE DEAD MAN
He turns to look at the window. TRACK WITH HIS GAZE
ANGLE ON THE WINDOW - PUSH IN - A dark figure stands outside.
SINGER
The Reaper stood by my window/
CUT TO:
THE REAPER stands there. Holds up one hand, beckons, like Neo in The Matrix: Come here.
SINGER
I heard him clear as a bell/
RESUME:
INT. BEDROOM - DEAD MAN.
His eyes go wide in horror, he shakes his head. No way!
SINGER
Yeah, the Reaper stood by my window/ I heard him clear as a bell/
SMASH CUT:
He taps the face of his wristwatch impatiently, then gives the Dead Man the “Come here.” gesture again.
RESUME:
Oh, no!
SINGER
He said, “We better get movin’/cause it’s a long way to Hell.
FAST FADE TO:
The Dead Man is loading stuff into a back pack on the bed. The Reaper stands in the B.G. watching.
SINGER
Better pack some popcorn/he said with a smile.
Probably can’t see it, but he smiles.
SINGER (CONT’D)
Yeah, you better pack some popcorn/he said with a smile/
SINGER (CONT’D)
You gonna be hungry when we get there/and the food there is vile.
FADE TO BLACK
The Dead Man and The Reaper, walking. Trudging.
ANGLE FAVORS THE DEAD MAN
He shakes his head.
DEAD MAN
(murmurs, but MOS)
Motherfucker. Motherfucker. Motherfucker ...
SINGER
I’m a walkin’ dead man/right down to my shoes/
SINGER (CONT’D)
Yeah, I’m a walkin’ dead man/right down to my shoes/
They walk slowly along.
SINGER (CONT’D)
I’m on my way to meet the Devil/and I got the woke up dead man blues.
FAST FADE TO:
The Dead Man sits on the foot of his bead, head in hands, looking morose.
SINGER
I woke up this morning/turned out I was dead/
SINGER (CONT’D)
Yes, I woke up this morning/turned out I was dead/
The bedroom is empty.
SINGER (CONT’D)
When you wake up not breathin’/it really screwwwws with your ... head.
FADE TO BLACK
CREDIT CRAWL, Music over, then FADE OUT ...
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