BLOOD FARM by Kellen Berg & Jimm McShane FADE IN INT. FORD FOCUS - EVENING The camera is pointed forward from the back seat revealing two bodies sitting in the compact car. The driver's HEAD belongs to KIRK WILSON, brown hair, medium build, twenty years old. The HEAD in the driver's seat is Brad Krueger, a larger set twenty year old with the appearance of a smoker. Brad's arm reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigs. KIRK Hey, no smoking in the car. Brad shoves them back in his pocket and SCOFFS at the comment. After some silence: BRAD I can smoke at your Uncle's house though right? KIRK Ah, maybe... BRAD What does maybe mean? KIRK Maybe's maybe. BRAD No, dude, maybe is shit-- KIRK Listen, I don't know for sure, we'll see. I don't want my uncle to get pissed at us. BRAD Pissed? Who cares? KIRK I do you. We're here to work for him and get paid, so you should care too. Through the windshield the car turns into a driveway and we see a huge barn and a farmhouse. EXT. GARAGE - EVENING The FORD FOCUS pulls onto the cement slab in front of the large garage. The two step out of the car and SLAM their doors shut. Brad immediately lights a cigarette up and takes a drag, staring at the house. BRAD Looks like a horse barn... Right when he says this, Kirk's UNCLE DARRIN walks up. He's about fifty years old, blonde hair, and with a bit of a receding line. UNCLE DARRIN Hi Kirk. KIRK Hey there, Uncle Darrin, (points to Brad) This is my buddy, Brad Krueger. Darrin looks at the cigarette in between Brad's lips. He glares at it with despise. Kirk looks nervously to Brad. UNCLE DARRIN You smoke. BRAD Yep. Brad removes the cigarette from his mouth and blows the smoke out. It twists and twirls toward the sky. There's an extremely awkward moment between Brad and the Uncle. They're just staring at each other, but Kirk finally interrupts. KIRK (stuttering) Do you have a list of chores for us while you're gone? Uncle Darrin is still staring hard at Brad. His head flicks to Kirk. UNCLE DARRIN Uh, yeah, chores are on the kitchen table and I have three main rules: No parties, No girls-- BRAD And no fun? UNCLE DARRIN (sternly) And no smoking in the house. Kirk gives a disapproving glance to Brad. KIRK That shouldn't be a problem. UNCLE I sure hope not-oh, another rule. Don't go in my gun room. I'll know if you did. The Uncle walks to his red FORD TRUCK and OPENS the door. UNCLE Don't do anything I wouldn't. I'll be back in the morning, then we'll get to work on the shed. He gets in the truck. It RUMBLES to a start and he takes off down the driveway. BRAD Where the hell does he have to go again? KIRK Some convention for corn or something. I don't know. BRAD More like a convention for fags. Kirk looks at Brad with a 'shut the hell up' face. INT. BASEMENT - EVENING Kirk stands in the basement reading the chores quietly to himself. Brad walks up the stairs carrying a beer case. Kirk does a double take. BRAD You want it in the fridge? Kirk throws his arms in the air. BRAD Relax. Just a casual drink for later. Kirk SIGHS. KIRK Alright, put them in the fridge. Then, we'll get the chores done. Brad loads the fridge with canned beer. EXT. GARAGE - LATER Kirk stands outside the garage with his hands in his pockets. Brad walks up to him carrying two beers. KIRK That wasn't so bad now was it? Brad hands a beer to Kirk. BRAD I hate horses dude. They got fat teeth, long faces and that's the reason they're made into glue. They both CRACK open their beers and take a sip. KIRK Ahhh. That goes down smooth. BRAD Like drinking butter, baby. Brad and Kirk take some more sips. EXT. GARAGE - NIGHT Two dozen empty beer cans lie in pile on the dirty pavement outside the garage. Some smashed, some not. INT. HOUSE PARTYING MONTAGE - NIGHT Kirk and Brad are drinking, smoking, listening to rock music, and dancing. Brad stumbles to the door with a cigarette in his mouth. He opens it and walks outside toward the woods. EXT. WOODS - NIGHT Brad walks up to the edge of the woods and begins to urinate on some rocks. Kirk walks up behind him, in a daze. KIRK You know there is a bathroom in the house. Brad leans his head back, the cigarette still dangling from his mouth. Kirk looks curiously at the rocks Brad is urinating on. KIRK What the hell is that? BRAD My dick, genius. Brad finishes urinating, but Kirk looks harder towards the ground. He crouches to get a closer look at the rocks. A name is carved in one of the rocks and cross made of two sticks. There are other various grave markers strewn around the same area. KIRK These are graves! You just pissed on dead people! Brad looks lazily to the ground and puts another cigarette in his mouth. He looks back at Kirk. BRAD I don't think they're gonna mind. And I don't think you've had enough to drink. Kirk shakes his head and smiles, mildly amused. Brad lights his cigarette and turns to walk back to the house. Kirk follows his trail. As they walk away, a hand BREAKS out of the ground where Brad urinated. INT. PARTY MONTAGE 2 - NIGHT Dancing, drinking, smoking. Brad, visibly more drunk than before, once again stumbles to the door. EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT Brad heads out the door of the house. Kirk peeks his head out the door and looks to Brad. KIRK Jesus, didn't you just go? Brad MUMBLES to himself and heads for the woods. Kirk CLOSES the door. EXT. WOODS - NIGHT Brad struggles to walk in a straight line, but is determined to reach the woods. Suddenly he stops... In between him and the woods is a BEARDED ZOMBIE. The Zombie is staring off into the distance, standing eerily still. Brad EXHALES and starts to LAUGH. BRAD Hey, man! What are you doing out here? The Zombie lets out a bassy MOAN as he slowly turns to face Brad. He begins to stagger towards him. BRAD Oh, shit! You're hammered, aren't you? Rock and Roll, Man! Come on inside, let's do some shots! Brad walks to the house and OPENS the door clumsily. He leaves it open for the Zombie. It heads through the door seconds after Brad... INT. HOUSE - NIGHT Kirk is already scolding Brad. KIRK (shocked) You just invited him in? Brad is pouring the shots carefully. BRAD Yeah man, I've never seen anyone this trashed! A MOANING noise catches their attention. They turn and see the Zombie standing. The Zombie walks through the doorway and he's dangerously close to Brad, but Brad turns around and holds out a shot Glass for the Zombie. BRAD Down the hatch! The Zombie grabs Brad's neck with both grubby hands. He opens his mouth and pulls Brad in, attempting to bite his face. Brad struggles to push the zombie's head away from his own. BRAD (to the zombie) Shit, just chill out man! KIRK (also to zombie) What's your problem?!! Kirk's eyes dart around the room, they land on a chair. He SNATCHES it up quickly. KIRK (holding chair) Brad! Brad looks to Kirk and sees the chair in his arms. BRAD You want me to sit down?! Kirk rolls his eyes. KIRK No! Kick him away from you! Brad struggles, but kicks the Zombie away from him. Kirk runs toward the Zombie with the chair. The four legs go on the sides of him and Kirk pushes him all the way back to the wall. BRAD Dude, this guy is really trashed! Kirk still has him pinned against the wall. The zombie's pale face GURGLES at him. KIRK We need to get him outside! Kirk backs away from the zombie slowly... It starts to follow after the two as they back away. The two of them back slowly towards the door. EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT Kirk and Brad back slowly out of the house. The Zombie is still inching his way towards them. It trips forward on the ground, grabbing Kirk's pants at the ankle. Kirk falls onto his butt and tries to scurry backward. The zombie pulls him in closer. Brad looks around and sees a shovel leaning against the outside of the house. He grabs the shovel and THRUSTS it down through the zombies neck, decapitating the zombie. It's movement stops. Kirk and Brad BREATHE heavily, trying to take it all in... KIRK What...the hell was that all about!? BRAD I don't know man...I don't fucking know... KIRK We've gotta call the cops. BRAD Are you kidding me? Two drunk kids, underage, and with a headless, mutilated body? KIRK Well, what are we supposed to do? What, huh? What! Brad lights up another cigarette. BRAD I don't know!....I don't fucking know...all I know is that I gotta piss. Brad strays away from the pavement and heads towards the woods. EXT. WOODS - NIGHT Brad looks up to see there are now two more ZOMBIES who are now slowly walking toward the house. Brad turns and runs past Kirk, who is brushing himself off. Kirk looks to see what Brad is running from, then DASHES after him. INT. HOUSE - NIGHT Brad is leaning over, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Kirk is propped against the door, leaning his head back against it. KIRK Where did all those things come from? BRAD (panting) No idea...they were all in the same place I found that drunk guy. KIRK He wasn't drunk. BRAD Well, whatever! Kirk looks as if he's concentrating harder than ever. KIRK So they were all standing in the place you pissed? BRAD Yeah. KIRK On top of those graves? Brad removes his hands from his knees and rises up, curious. The two stare at each other. KIRK What if...they came out...of the graves? Maybe you disturbed them- woke them up or something. BRAD (shaking head) They're dead, though. KIRK Well, not anymore. The two of them sit in silence for a moment, realizing the severity of the situation. BRAD So...what do we do? KIRK (serious and composed) We'll take care of them. We know what we have to do to kill them now. Brad stares, questionable eyes. KIRK We take the head off or smash the brains. Brad looks uncomfortable, his eyes shift. KIRK Yeah, I know that sounds extreme, but you saw what that thing was trying to do to us. And hell if I'm not gonna work on my Uncle's shit and not get some money, right? Brad takes deep BREATH, then let's out a heavy SIGH. BRAD Okay. What's the plan? KIRK We'll need the shovel. BRAD Shit! It's outside next to that body. KIRK That's alright. We'll lead them into the barn and take care of them there. You snag the shovel on the way--oh hold on a sec! Kirk runs out of the room. Audible from the other room is some CLANKING and RUMMAGING. He runs back and has a small hand gun in his hand. BRAD The gun room? KIRK He's gonna be pissed. Kirk heads for the door, he turns to his buddy. KIRK We'll have to be quick leading them to the barn. Ready? Brad lights up a cigarette. He takes a drag, then releases the cancer cloud. BRAD Rock and roll mother fucker. Kirk OPENS the door, still looking at Brad. A ZOMBIE stands in the doorway. Kirk POPS him in the head and it DROPS to the ground. EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT Kirk and Brad rush over the body. KIRK (to Brad) The shovel! Brad picks up the shovel, still next to the decapitated body. Kirk hurries towards the barn, CAPPING zombies on the way. Brad SLAPS a few in the head with a shovel. The two of them run into the barn. INT. BARN - NIGHT Kirk and Brad kill off the remaining zombies. It's a bloody massacre. Blood, guts, spit, bullets, and shovels fly the air in the violent finale. It's almost operatic. EXT. BARN - DAWN Kirk and Brad come out of the barn with their weapons still clutched in their hands. They squint ad try to shield their eyes from the rising sun. They slowly make their way back to the house. Not saying a word to each other. INT. HOUSE - DAWN The two sit on the floor with their backs leaning against the wall. Brad leans his head back, a cigarette rests between his lips. He pulls out his lighter. KIRK Hey, no smoking in-- BRAD Shut up. Brad lights the cigarette and takes a huge drag. EXT. DRIVEWAY - DAWN Uncle Darrin is pulling up in the driveway in his truck. INT. HOUSE - DAWN Kirk hops to his feet and looks out the door. He looks through the window. KIRK My Uncle's here!!! BRAD (sarcastically) Great. I hope he looks in the barn. Kirk OPENS the door and walks out. He looks incredibly nervous. Brad gets up slowly and grabs his shovel. BRAD Son...of...a bitch. He walks out the door, dragging his feet. EXT. FARM - DAWN Kirk's Uncle gets out of his truck. He notices the barn door is open and begins walking toward it. Kirk begins walking slowly toward his uncle. Brad comes out of the house holding his shovel on his shoulder and smoking a cigarette. The Uncle peeks his head into the barn. He sees the aftermath from the bloody massacre that took place the night before... Kirk and Brad approach Uncle Darrin and stop, keeping a safe distance from him. The Uncle pulls his head out of the barn's doorway and SHUTS the door. He turns and spots Kirk and Brad. He looks at them, dirty as hell and covered in blood. Kirk and Brad glance at each other. They are both speechless. The Uncle stops in front of the two boys, still staring at the ground. Darrin puts his hands in his pockets. His face is full of disappointment. UNCLE DARRIN I thought I said no parties. Kirk and Brad look at each other, then to Darrin.