The cast and crew get a
scare while taking a break from filming “Murder in the Heartland.” Fade in: We
see the cast and crew taking a break from filming near a abandoned storm
cellar. Fairbuka Balk talks with the cast and crew, laughing it up. The director
reads the script while sitting in his chair, making sure they didn’t miss
anything. And where’s Tim Roth? oh, he’s in the old fashioned car in the front
seat, smiling and enjoying old tunes. CUT TO INT.CAR.NIGHT. Tim:yeah,
Summertime Blues, sing it Eddie! He’s dressed just like the teenage killer he’s
portraying on screen, complete with a black leather coat and pompadore. He
looks outside again, enjoying the carefree attitude of the cast and crew. he
laughs, having one good time. Then, turning back to the radio,he gets the eerie
feeling of being watched. he sits back, overlooking the car, there’s nobody
else in there but him, no cameras, nothing. so shrugging, he removes the
cigarette from his mouth. Taking a few puffs, he puts his head back on the seat
and shuts his eyes. Tim:hell yeah. Suddenly, the entire car freezes over. he
shivers. Tim:brrr… he hears a voice that is cold as ice.
lifting his head and
opening his eyes, he gasps. There, in the passenger seat beside him, is the
teenage killer himself, Charlie Starkweather. he looks alive, even though he’s
not, wearing the same thing Tim is. but much shorter, as he’s only five foot 2
and Tim’s five foot seven. smoking a cigarette of course, letting ghost smoke
escape. his hair bright red, in a pompadore. Tim is of course speechless, not
knowing what to do, or say. So, Charlie decides to break the ice. Charlie:hello
Tim. Tim decides to speak, despite how scared he is. this is the first time
he’s encountered a ghost in his lifetime. Tim:hello, uh how do you know my
name? Charlie:I know everything that’s going on around here. Tim:no, you
couldn’t possibly. Charlie:come on, try me. Tim:fine, then who am I dressed as?
Charlie:oh that’s a easy one, me. Tim:holy shit this is freaky, but how can you
be here, your dead and in the grave. Charlie:I’m a ghost, that’s how I can be
here. he sucks on his cigarette, letting out ghost smoke. Tim runs his hand
through it. Tim:its real. Charlie:yeah. Tim:so, we’re taking a break from
filming the tv mini-series “Murder in the Heartland” which of course is about
you and how many people you killed. Charlie shakes his head in disappointment,
not at the movie but at Caril and what she did to him in the jail cell.
Charlie:I hate Caril, she turned against me in the jail cell, said I was like a
wild animal who kille for the thrill of it, read it in the paper in my cell,
had a fit. Tim nods, understanding. Tim:ever stop to think that maybe she was
terrified? Charlie:of what, me? Tim:yeah.
Charlie:why, what bad
thing did I do? Tim:you murderered 11 people for no apparent reason, including
her family and her half sister, Betty Jean, who was just 2. Charlie:so what,
they had it coming, to me, they were a road block. Tim:yeah, right. Charlie:oh,
so you agree with me then? Tim:no I don,t, listen, your freaking me out, you
better leave. Charlie:or else? Tim:look, it’s been a long day of shooting and
I’m not in the mood for your bullshit alright, God no wonder nobody wanted to
be with you. shaking his head, he turns away, looks out the window. Charlie is
so mad that he grabs his shotgun and aims it at his head. Tim, seeing the gun
in the window, turns back to him and laughs. Tim:think your gonna shoot me with
a ghost shotgun? he laughs some more, until Charlie cocks it, crazed look in
his eyes. Charlie:not so smart now, are ya? Tim:oh my God… he puts his hands up
and Charlie smiles. Charlie:yeah. CUT TO EXT.SET.NIGHT. Fairbuka notices Tim
freaking out in the car. Fairbuka:oh, think Tim’s freaking out in the car,
guess I should go see what it is. Heather looks too. Heather:yeah, what the
hell? Fairbuka drops her smoke to the ground and runs towards the car. CUT TO
INT.CAR.NIGHT. Tim backs up against the door, the shotgun still in his face, he
pleads. Tim:please, I got a family and you don’t want to make me number 12 do
you? Charlie thinks for a second, before answering.
Charlie:you know
something, I do, now don’t move. Tim:please. Charlie:shut up. Tim shuts his
eyes, panting hard. he would of shot him if Fairbuka hadn’t arrived and knocked
on the window. Charlie takes a quick look at her. Charlie:she looks nothing
like Caril. Tim:she doesn’t have to. Charlie:damn. Turning to the car, he rolls
the window down. Fairbuka:hey, saw you freaking out over there, what’s going
on? Tim:can’t you see him? Fairbuka:who? Tim:Charlie, he’s sitting right there.
she looks and sees nothing, shrugs, turns back to him. Fairbuka:Tim there’s
nothing there, movie getting to you or something? Tim:what? he quickly looks in
the passenger seat but sees nothing. swallowing hard, he tries to get the door
open. Fairbuka gets mad at him. Fairbuka:damn it, calm down Roth! she moves
away as he gets the door open. he hurries outside, slamming it behind him. CUT
TO EXT.SET.NIGHT. Tim:I swear he was right there, threatening me with a shotgun!
Fairbuka:okay baby calm down, there’s nothing to be afraid of! Wanting to know
what’s going on, the director walks up to them. Robert:what’s going on here?
Fairbuka:oh Tim’s wigging out cause he thought he saw Charlie in the car with
him.
the director raises his
eyebrows. Robert:what? Tim:Goddamn it I was imagining things, he was right
there! they both take a look at the frosted car, but see nothing. then, the
door slowly opens. they gasp. Robert:holy shit. Tim:see, I wasn’t lying. a
haunting remedy of “We belong Together” by Richie Valens plays over the radio.
we hear the plane crash, along with Buddy Holly screaming and talking in a
gravelly manner. they look at each other and Fairbuka takes Tim’s arm. they
don’t know what to do. Robert:shit, I don’t know what to do, this has never
happened to me before. Tim:me neither, this is my first ghost experience.
Fairbuka:hey, there’s a first for everything. Tim:are you saying this isn’t
your first ghost experience? Fairbuka:no it is, it is… the song continues as some
of the cast and crew look at them, wondering what the hell’s going on. Tim,
looking in the backseat, sees the ghost version of Charlie and Caril, both
holding shotguns in their icy cold hands. they turn skeletal in a second, both
wearing tattered clothing. the earth feels like it just got darker. Tim
instantly looks away. Tim:okay, don’t look in the backseat. Fairbuka:oh God,
what’s back there? Tim:Charlie and Caril. Fairbuka:what? Fairbuka and Robert
both take a quick look in the backseat. they gasp, seeing them too. Robert:holy
fucking hell. Tim:you see them too, right? they nod.
Fairbuka:yeah, they’re
skeletons. Tim:see, just what I’ve been saying all night, finally believers!
they continue staring, until Charlie and Caril get upset and leave forever. “We
belong Together” by Richie Valens, along with the plane crash noise and
screaming, snap off. the frost melts over the car. the door slams shut. the
eerie feeling is gone. Fairbuka turns to her co-star, Tim Roth. Fairbuka:were
we just haunted? Tim:I’m afraid so, yeah. Fairbuka:oh, I don’t like this movie
anymore. she buries her head in his chest, allowing him to hug her. Tim:me
neither. The director, running his hands through his black hair, walks away.
nothing but silence as we fade to black. Re-open the film in the Nebraska
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