THE LAST REVELATION
Written by
Judson Vaughan
&
Adam J. Cohen
Based on an original story by Judson Vaughan
FADE IN:
EXT. LONDON SKYLINE. DUSK
The city is teeming with life. Bustling. Things seem to move
at twice the normal speed. Traffic flowing like running
water.
A GUY in a mask pours a strange substance in to a river.
We follow the substance as it dissipates downstream. The
river narrows, runs faster and in to the drains. Up the pipes
of a council estate as JAY opens the front door to his flat.
We follow up the pipe work.
We come out of a tap in toINT. KITCHEN - DUSK
A tap runs in an empty kitchen.
GREGG (O.S.)
Grab me some water yeah.
JAY enters speedily, he’s in full exercise gear. He jogs to
the fridge. Just an empty beer box.
JAY
(mutters)
Lazy shit.
He fills up two glasses. Shuts it off.
GREGG (O.S.)
Bottle yeah.
INT. LOUNGE - CONTINUOUS
as ever GREGG is in his chair in front of the TV surrounded
by his essentials. Empty bottles of spring water and cans of
beer. He may not have dressed or showered for days.
Gregg is absolutely hanging. He pops two paracetamol.
JAY
Games on in five.
GREGG
My heads going to burst.
Jay places a full bottle on the table beside Gregg. Gregg
listens to the seal break and chugs it.
He knows it’s old ground but presses ahead anyway.
2.
JAY
It’s your money.
Gregg looks up at the hypocrite, he looks at the full kit of
running gear, branded from the head to toe.
GREGG
How much did you spend on that
running gear before you even been
for a run?
JAY
We’re out of beer.
GREGG
Why don’t you run out and pick some
up?
JAY
I hurt my knee.
Point proven, Jay licks his fingers as he elaborates.
GREGG
We know what’s in that. Pure H-2-0.
JAY
You’re crazy.
GREGG
I’m informed. Your body needs a
certain amount of stuff otherwise
you get sick.
JAY
And that’s science.
GREGG
Fuck you. They say 87 percent ofJAY
Whose they?
Gregg’s phone RINGS. Elton John’s ‘Circle of life’ He
answers.
GREGG
The corporation.
JAY
It’s a water board not a
conspiracy. Remote?
Gregg on phone to his brother TOM.
TOM (O.S.)
I’m at the shop.
3.
GREGG
Beer, lots of it.
(To Jay)
You want anything?
JAY
Hula hoops, sherbert dip and a
bottle of water.
Gregg laughs sarcastically and throws him the finger.
GREGG
Jay says he’s fine, Oh and some
small Evian... See you in ten.
JAY
Hula hoops you twat.
Jay downs his glass and heads back in to kitchen.
GREGG
There is nothing remotely gay about
loving Elton John.
Gregg digs in to the mess surrounding him looking for the
remote. He finds a quid and an inhaler. He takes a PUFF and
puts it back.
INT. KITCHEN.
Jay turns the tap on fills up a glass straight away.
JAY
Just get the game on.
There’s an empty water bottle laying on the sideboard, he
eyes it shiftily.
INT. LOUNGE
Gregg finds the remote and flicks on the TV. A news
broadcast. He changes the channel, same thing.
INT. NEWS STUDIO
NEWSREADER
The army of the last revelation
claim to have contaminated two
major water source supplies around
the city. Details of the infection
threat are not known, it’s
authenticity is still in question.
I’m just waiting word on an
official statement.
4.
INT. LOUNGE
Jay walks in, glass in hand.
Gregg is absolutely engrossed.
JAY
Gregg mate, geezer! Footie, comeon,
GREGG
Shush. One minute.
NEWSREADER
We’re hearing rumors of toxins
within the water system.
JAY
It’s Liverpool- United. Neville and
Carragher might actually fight.
GREGG
This is important.
JAY
I know you’re a nerd but you don’t
believe that. Turn it over.
Gregg opens the bottle. Something not right. He caresses the
top, smells the water.
GREGG
My spider senses.
JAY
You’ve confused spider and weird
OCD freak senses.
GREGG
I can smell the impurities.
JAY
Impurities are good for you.
GREGG
Then lick a tramp. Go on. If you
love germs so much.
Gregg reluctantly turns it over.
INT. DIFFERENT STUDIO.
A news reader mid speech. The screen FLICKERS.
NEWSREADER
People are urged to air on the side
of caution, until these reports are
confirmed.
5.
A masked hacker taps the screen. An AUTO-TUNED VOICE speaks
out.
HACKER
Non-believers, civilians and
leaders, this is your confirmation.
Your generation of gluttonous
consumer have been ignorant on the
path to self-destruction. You began
your own end. This is your last
revelation. We will set the world
back on it’s true path. A utopian
society for the enlightened.
Judgement day is upon you.
INT. LOUNGE
JAY
Come on, we’ll miss kick off.
GREGG
Shut up.
JAY
please turn it over.
Jay goes to drink his glass. Gregg dives over.
GREGG
Stop. You mad?
JAY
Well if it’s true...
Jay downs his glass.
The tv transmission ceases, only noise of WHITE STATIC and
the words LAST REVELATION.
Jay walks over to the TV, tries to tune in to no avail. None
of the buttons work. Even on/off. He unplugs it.
Gregg looks terrified.
Jay drops the glass and looks at his hand.
JAY (CONT’D)
What the...
Gregg watches aghast. Jay’s hand closes around his throat,
his eyes roll.
His inards rumble. Gregg runs over. He regurgitates a loud,
echoey BELCH. He LAUGHS loudly.
JAY (CONT’D)
See.
6.
GREGG
You fuck.
Within seconds Jay starts to convulse violently. He falls to
the floor. Guttural SOUNDS like those of a rabid dog burst
out of him.
GREGG (CONT’D)
Stop it Jay, not funny. This is
serious.
Gregg begins to panic. The noises get deeper and louder.
Froth emerges from Jay’s mouth.
Gregg dials 9..9..9.
He shakes his friend. Jay’s finger cramps. He flips over on
to his back. The call connects. He turns away.
GREGG (CONT’D)
Hi, it’s my friend. I think he’s
having a epileptic fit.
Jay’s eyes have turned black.
Commotion and SCREAMING on the other end of the line. Raised
voices. Furniture being SMASHED. A woman SCREAMS. The line
goes dead.
Gregg notices that Jay is no longer making noises. He looks
back.
Jay has disappeared.
GREGG (CONT’D)
Jay. Jay.
Out of nowhere a ravenous Jay, hurls himself at Gregg in a
devastating attack.
Blood splatters over the glass. We see Gregg overpowered by
the ferociousness of his former friend. The sound of Gregg’s
SCREAM goes to the bone. His eyes are wild with fear.
Jay feeds wildly on his neck. Blood everywhere, Gregg’s body
slumps lifelessly.
The being formerly known as Jay, stands over the body.
Surveying his kill. Still transforming.
The being moves out on to the EXT. BALCONY - NIGHT
Down below a woman screams. He flinches, humanoid only in
form.
7.
As if a 6th sense, the being twitches and looks inside. Next
to Gregg’s lifeless body his mobile begins to RING. A call
from Tom.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Gregg’s brother TOM runs through the estate, phone in hand.
Panicked and out of breath. He turns in to
INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS
He shuts the door behind him. He tries to block it with a
broom. Runs up the stairs and hides.
A drooling face stops outside the door. His claws leave a
bloodstained print on the glass. The figure sniffs and moves
on.
Tom breathes a sigh of relief.
He walks up the stairs. To Gregg’s front door. He RINGS
again. He KNOCKS. There is movement from inside the flat. No
response. He peers INT. GREGG’S FLAT. THROUGH THE KEYHOLE
The ‘Circle of life’ RINGS out. He turns the handle, the door
opens.
INT. FLAT. LOUNGE
Gregg’s eyes are open. He lays lifeless.
TOM (O.S.)
Bro, you here?
Gregg blinks, they open suddenly a strange and unnatural
color. The fingers click into a claw like position.
INT. HALLWAY
Tom can sense something is array, the hairs on the back of
his neck tingle.
INT. LOUNGE
Tom begins to sit up, dragged up by an un-natural force, deep
seated noises emanate from him. A man whose soul is on the
turn. SPITTING, GURGLING, GROWLING.
Gregg jumps to his haunches, quickly spinning, braced for an
attack, the tips of his fingers start to arch.
8.
Tom reaches the lounge.
TOM
Gregg?
From the darkness of the bathroom, from behind, Jay hurls
himself towards Tom at high speed, chaotic and horrific in
his attack.
Jay wildly claws and bites at Tom. His body falls.
INT. LOUNGE
A finger pokes Gregg in the shoulder. Gregg is back in his
chair. Surrounded by beer cans, as is Jay’s area. The after
math of a heavy session.
Jay stands next to Gregg. The TV is on, news channel.
JAY
Your water... Hello, come on man.
You can’t drink for shit.
He holds a glass of water in his hand. He looks at the glass
with utter distaste.
GREGG
Any bottled?
Jay places the glass next to him, shakes his head with
disapproval.
JAY
You’re like this much away from
insanity.
Jay walks out.
KNOCK at the door.
JAY (CONT’D)
Get that for me yeah.
Gregg get’s up.
INT. HALLWAY
The noise of JAY PISSING with the door open.
JAY
Beer runs right through me.
Gregg hesitates before opening the door. He looks through the
keyhole. A shadow passes. He opens it.
No one there. Nothing but the wind. The chain flushes.
9.
Gregg takes a step out in to
INT. CORRIDOR
Tom leaps round the corner and YELLS. Scaring the absolute
crap out of Gregg.
Gregg falls backwards, Tom advances in a freaky un-dead
manner. Gregg is petrified. Gregg whimpers. Gregg starts to
have a panic attack.
TOM
Come on. You ruin the fun when you
stop breathing.
JAY (O.S.)
Do you need the bag?
TOM
Just a glass of water and his
inhaler.
INT. HALLWAY
Jay walks down the hallway, he goes in to the kitchen. We
move in to the lounge. A news report, the image of a masked
individual behind her.
REPORTER
The suspect identified only as
Kwaan has yet to affiliate herself
with a known organization. A police
spokesman could not confirm the
contents of vials found during her
arrest earlier today. Only that
they were under going tests and
there will be an announcement in
due course.
The transition FLICKERS, then again. The sound dips and turns
to white noise. The masked face re-appears instantaneously on
screen.
FADE TO BLACK.