Fiction, horror, Uncategorized

Urban Pirates- an original screenplay by James K. Shaffer- Part Eight Finale

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EXT. HOSPITAL- MINUTES LATER

Brennan pulls up with his lights, but no siren. The screaming nurse runs from the hospital crying. Brennan runs up the stairs towards Pat’s room.

INT. FUNERAL HOME- PAT’S IRISH WAKE

irish wake

Pat’s body is laid out in an open casket at the head of the room. Peaceful music plays in the background of the funeral home. Mike looks like hell. He is in dark a rumpled suite leaning against the wall. Ken enters with Maya, Suarez and his wife and Anna. Mrs. Suarez prays at Pat’s casket. People chat heartily telling stories of days gone by.

MONTAGE- Greetings, condolences and flowing whiskey punctuate the affair.

Mike sits holding his head. Ken, Maya come over. They sit in silence. Anna comes over and takes Mike’s hand. A tear burns down his cheek. Anna hugs him.

ANGLE- A bottle of whiskey is passed around by a group of old timers. Brennan enters and walks over to Mike. Mike stands and great Brennan with a handshake and a hug.

Brennan
We are closing in on the guys who shot Pat and shot at Anna.

Mike
What about The Keeper? He is the one behind all of this. Right?

Brennan
Well, yeah. I don’t know what to say about him. He has vanished for now.

EXT-CONEY ISLAND AVENUE- DAWN

A stream of silent flashing lights head down Coney Island Avenue.

nypd suv

INT- CAR

Brennan’s unit (Jackson & Murphy) at the front, all wearing bullet proof vests. Brennan is on the radio.
Brennan
Ok, boys. We don’t know what to expect when we open those doors, but it won’t be pleasant. Of that I am sure.

EXT. SIDE STREET

The first undercover cars pull up in front of an apartment building on the quiet block.

Rapid deployment teams activate.

Cops are on the fire escape. A helicopter hovers above.

Several officers wear bulletproof vests and carry heavy arms. They advance on the front door.

Brennan directs them to bust through the door.

BANG.

INT. APARTMENT

The unit BANGS DOWN the door. Dark and DEAD quiet.
Dark and DEAD quiet. BRENNAN is right behind them.
FJ is sitting on his bed, dressed and waiting, but quite dead. His throat has been slit. FJ is dead and pale. No blood.

Brennan
This is the work of that psycho bastard. The Keeper.

Jackson
Brennan, you are gonna’ want to see this.

There are three other bodies in the living room. The bodies have been mutilated with multiple sword wounds. These are arms and legs scattered in piles, rats are having at them. Ramon hangs from a rope, slit down the middle. No blood. Anywhere.

EXT. THE DAWN

They pull up to Hell’s Gate. They are dressed in their clothes from the wake. Mike angles the boat and signals Anna to drop anchor. Mike stands before Anna, the cross in a bag at his feet. Mike takes the cross from the bag.

MIKE takes her hand.

Mike
Anna, I was wrong. I got greedy. The gold made me crazy. I know that now.

Anna
It’s ok. It is not your fault.

Mike
I’m sorry. I was banking it all on this idea of finding treasure. The treasure is right here in front of me.

Anna
What are you saying?

Mike
I love you, Anna.

Anna
I do, too. I love you.

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They kiss and throw the cross back into the dark swirling water. The wind kicks up.

Boats from the British recovery expedition begin to arrive as Mike and Anna sail away.

EXT. OFFICE BUILDING- NORTH OF BATTERY PARK

Mike & Ken rise from the subway and enter the old-fashioned lobby of the building.

Mike & Ken enter the lobby of a stuffy old law firm.

CLOSEUP- The bust of Admiral John Paul Jones stands proudly. The artwork of the majestic front lobby is masculine and full of dark wood. The window looks out over New York Harbor.

INT.CONFERENCE ROOM

MIKE & KEN enter. They sit.

BARCLAY
Gentlemen, I’m afraid you’re screwed.
The ship is a registered wartime burial site.
They get everything on the manifest.

Mike
What about the other stuff? The Spanish stuff?

Barclay
Well, I’m not too sure how that part will go. That depends upon the actions of a cranky old English judge.
What would be your wager?

Ken
He’s telling us to forget it, MIKE.

Mike
Call us when you know something.

Barclay
Keep your hopes moderate. Good day, gentlemen.
FADE.

EXT-EMMONS AVENUE- WEEKS LATER AN EARLY AUTUMN MORNING

A bundle of newspapers bounce out of the back of a truck. A photo of the cross is on the cover.

CLOSEUP- HEADLINE “BRITISH JUDGE AWARDS $150 MILLION FINDERS FEE”

Beneath “INSIDE HELL’S GATE TREASURE” By Mike Duffy.

EXT. THE BOW OF THE REVENGE, PIER- Pre-Dawn

The Keeper stroll the deck reading the newspaper. Young is holding his head beside him.

Keeper
I must drink that greedy boy’s blood.

Young
YOU ARE GOING HOME, MAN!
They put the cross back. Let them be. Give up the grudge, man.

The Keeper
(Grunting)
Grudge indeed! I’ll need to find a more creative release for my thirst for now

Young
Whatever do you mean, sir?

The Keeper
Give me few days to think on it, Captain Young.
Let’s set sail.

Young
Aye, Captain. We sail.

The Keeper
I’ll repair to my cabin. Send your best lad down with some dinner and your best Port.

Young
(Suspiciously)
Aye, sir. Our cook is among the best. Seaman Manley will attend your needs.

Keeper
Manley, indeed!
Ha!
Prepare the ship to sail! Now.

Young departs.

INT.THE REVENGE, KEEPER’S CABIN

Fausto
So saucy, dear Captain.

Keeper
You know me too well.
Prepare my tools, dear Fausto.

Fausto
Yes sir. Oh, Captain! So evil.

The Keeper GRUNTS with lust.

INT-MIKE’S APARTMENT- DAWN

He kisses a sleeping ANNA goodbye. MIKE is up early. He gets up and kisses Anna. She smiles in her sleep. MIKE grabs his gear, closes the door and heads down the stairs.

CLOSEUP- The phone rings. Anna stirs.

Anna
(Groggy)
Hello. What?
One Hundred and fifty million euros?
MIKE!

EXT. DOCKSIDE

It is a crisp fall morning. Mike’s breath is visible in the morning chill as he walks across the gravel parking lot.

Mike
You saw the story, huh?
How’s it feel to be rich?

Ken
It feels great. How about you, Cap?

Mike
It doesn’t suck. Come see the new boat. I got this baby with my advance for the book.

Ken
Wow. I bet PAT is laughing his ass off.
(beat)
We are naming the new boy Patrick.

Mike
(smiling)
That’s a great name.

The friends hug. Mike’ new boat is a 32-foot, customized Grady White. It is glowing classic white, red & black. Fishing poles are in the holders. Seagulls cruise above them.

EXT. IN THE LOT

Anna pulls into the lot. She runs to Mike and jumps into his arms.

Anna
Your perseverance has paid off, Captain.

Mike
Well, I’ve already found my treasure, kid.

Anna
Yeah?

Mike
Yeah, you.

Anna
I love you like crazy, Mike.

Mike
I love you back.

They kiss.

ANGLE- The boat is named, “Anna of the Sea”.

Anna points out some fish and bird action to her students. Mike honks at a party boat chasing the bluefish.

Mike
(Pointing)
You know that during WW II there was a German U-Boat loaded with stolen gold and art wrecked right off the Rockaways. Never been found. Now, I am thinking…

Ken
No way! I wouldn’t exactly call that thinking, Captain.

Mike
I’m just saying. But we could find it.

Ken
I wouldn’t bet against YOU.

HIGH ANGLE- Mike makes the left turn into the sun rising over Jamaica Bay.

EXT. THREE MILES OFFSHORE

The Revenge is turning away from land.

EXT. ALONGSIDE THE REVENGE

The ghost ship Hussar rises from the watery depths. Her ravenous crew bursting through the cabin door, swords drawn.

INT- BRITISH NAVAL VESSEL

A terrified Captain Young is at the helm. One of the Hussar’ crew holds a sword to his throat. Sweat beads on his brow.

The Keeper’s hardy, cheerful voice BELLOWS from below deck.

EXT. PARKING LOT- BRENNAN’S VIEW OF THE REVENGE

He sees the ghost ship Hussar for a brief second. He clears his eyes and the Hussar is gone. Brennan focuses his binoculars on the Revenge. A British flag is being replaced with the skull and crossbones. Brennan calls the Coast Guard.The vessel glides out into the shipping lane, New York City fades in her wake.

INT. BRITISH NAVAL VESSEL

In the bowels of the ship there is a door to a dark cabin.
Inside, a young man SCREAMS in horror. Bones snap. Silence. Sucking.

INT. CABIN

pirateghostup hussar

The Keeper is sitting in a plush chair. He is sipping blood from a goblet. Blood bubbles at the corners of his leathery lips. He licks. Fausto works beside him inserting an I.V. to drain the blood from the broken, twisted, limp body of a young sailor. Outside, the wind howls.

The Keeper
Well, Fausto, I believe that this is the beginning of a brand new adventure.
(Beat)
Those three bastards have no idea how close I was to putting their candles out.
We will be back.
(pause)
Of course, we will require a much bigger budget.

(Wiping his mouth)
He shudders with glee and composes himself.

The Keeper
(smiles and sings)
“I am a brisk and sprightly lad, just come home from sea.
Of all the lives I ever led,
It’s a pirate’s life for me”. Ha!

FADE

THE END

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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