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Missing Inc.
by Seth Slaughter (sethslaughter@hotmail.com)

Rated: PG-13   Genre: Horror   User Review:
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An obituary writer struggles with loss..but is there more going on then what first meats the eye.


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FADE IN:

INT. HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
We open up on Triston washing his hands in the sink. He
walks over to the table and picks up a picture of a girl,
takes a drink then pins it on the wall.
                                                            
"Missing Inc"
                                                            
Triston is typing. We see "Obituary". He is typing we see
"Missing". Triston stops typing and looks at a framed
picture of a girl. He drinks from his whiskey bottle.
                                                            
                       TRISTON
Amanda...
                                                            
                                         BLUR OUT
                                                            
 
INT. HOUSE - NIGHT
                                                            
DING DING. Triston opens his eyes. Face down on his desk
with a mostly empty bottle next to him. The screen is cut in
half. On one side we see Tristons face on the other we see a
letter with a wax stamp on it fall through the door and a
bell swaying. He looks at the framed picture of the girl and
we fade out.
                                                            
 
INT. HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
DING DING BANG BANG. Someone is at the door
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Triston, Wake up! I'm coming in
                                                            
Aiden walks in and lightly trips on a shovel and some
bottles. He winces.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Damn dude, you smell like shit.
                                                            
                       TRISTON
Yeah I know Aiden....It's
been...busy ya know.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
I know you're busy. We're all
busy. My cat who lays around
eating crap and pissing all day is
busy. I'm just saying Amanda's
never going to take you back as
            (MORE)

2.

                       AIDEN (cont'd)
long as you're smelling like a
dumpster fire.
                                                            
Triston throws a bottle at Aiden.
                                                            
                       TRISTON
Shut up! I'm closer to getting her
back then you know Aiden. Mind
your business.
                                                            
Triston is hunched over the kitechen table and Aiden is
rummaging through Tristons cubbards.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Aw don't be sad little brother.
Your desperation sickens
me...Speaking of business I want
you to wait until tomorrow to
write the obituaries. Write about
something else in the mean
time....
                                                            
Aiden drops a dirty gardening glove on the floor and is
about to take a bite out of the cereal he's made.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Gardening perhaps! (Laughs)
                                                            
AAiden takes a bite then spits it out.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Ugh It's rancid, man!
                                                            
He throws the bowl down and turns towards the door laughing
and disgusted.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
I'll be back later. For the love
of God, hit the showers. I wanna
see your game face tonight.
                                                            
Triston sits for a moment. The screen is cut in half. Half
on the letter and the other half on Triston. He eyes an
empty bottle on the table, goes to the cupboard and opens up
a new bottle. Pours a glass on ice. Takes a sip and walks
towards the letter. He picks it up. Music plays ominously.
He opens up the letter and holds a picture in his hand.
                                                            
                       TRISTON
Hello Darling. Aren't you a pretty
one..
                                                            

3.

He circles the room, drinking. He puts on a record and sits
at him computer.
                                                            
                       TRISTON
Such a pity...you were so
young...so sexy.....Breast in
pieces child. (laughs)
                                                            
 
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Triston is doing his hair in the mirror. He splashes water
and his face and breaths deeply. He looks over at the framed
picture of Amanda.
                                                            
                       TRISTON
What? ... Don't look at me like
that Amanda ... who says I don't
have the right ... YOU LEFT ME!!!
                                                            
Triston goes from quiet and sad to filled with rage to
laughing maniacally. He takes a drink from his bottle.
                                                            
                                         BANG BANG BANG
                                                            
Triston pulls the picture face down and walks to the back
door.
                                                            
                                         BANG BANG BANG
                                                            
It's Aiden and girl at the back door.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Triston my man! It smells like a
bed of roses took a crap in here!
Is that incense?
                                                            
                       TRISTON
They were Amandas.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Really? Do you gotta burn them
every time?
                                                            
                       SHELLY
Haha what?
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Come on in babe. This is my
brother.
                                                            
Triston lets them in reluctantly it seems. Aiden and Shelly
are intoxicated, stumbling and giggling.
                                                            

4.

                       SHELLY
Hi Aidens brother! I'm Shelly,
like the seashell, Do you have any
vodka?
                                                            
Triston goes in the living room and sits down. Aiden guides
Shelly to the couch.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Have a seat sweetheart and I'll be
right back.
                                                            
She bites his finger as he walks towards the kitchen
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Talk to Triston. You'll like him,
he's a writer.
                                                            
Shelly looks up and down at Triston then reaches for her
cellphone and starts taking pictures of herself. They sit
next to each other on the couch.
                                                            
                       SHELLY
So you're a writer huh. Like Scary
Stories to tell in the Dark or
somethin'? Cause when I was a kid
those books used to scare the
bejesus outta me. Do you know what
I mean?
                                                            
                       TRISTON
Sort of. I write obituaries.
                                                            
                       SHELLY
Like for dead people?
                                                            
                       TRISTON
      (sighs)
Precisely. You see I get a letter
slid under my door when someone
dies. They're my little gifts! I
open them up and inside is a brief
description...were they outgoing,
were they sweet, did they have
plans to be a veterinarian. It's
all nice but my favorite is the
picture that comes in my little
care package. I talk to them all
day and then when I've finished
writing their final biography, I
hang their picture with the
others.
                                                            

5.

                       SHELLY
The others?
                                                            
                       TRISTON
Oh yes, I've lost count. But it's
not just obituaries I write. I
also write about the missing.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Triston! You're scaring the poor
girl!. Here you go babe.
                                                            
Aiden hands Shelly a drink and she starts drinking right
away.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
      (Laughing)
Whoa whoa take it easy!
                                                            
                       SHELLY
So who slides the pictures or
whatever under your door?
                                                            
                       AIDEN
I guess you could call it a family
business sweet heart. Triston and
I here work together.
                                                            
Triston looks down
                                                            
                       SHELLY
      (nervously)
but I thought you said you were a
detective, baby?
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Aw isn't she adorable!
                                                            
Aiden takes a drink.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
      (like talking to a
       baby)
I am a detective kid. A private
detective! Usually a very angry
man or a very vengeful woman will
hire me to find a certain person
who hurt their little feelings and
make them disappear.
                                                            
Shelly starts to stand.
                                                            

6.

                       SHELLY
You guys are freaks. I'm outta
here.
                                                            
Triston stands.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Now, now T-Bag. She's not going
anywhere.
                                                            
Flashback of Aiden putting powder in Shellys drink.
                                                            
The room starts spinning for Shelly. She falls on her hands
and knees.
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Shelly sweet, sweet Shelly...
Mikey Simmons.
                                                            
She spits
                                                            
                       SHELLY
Screw you!
                                                            
                       AIDEN
Oh! Haha you know this name? Mikey
had 99 problems but now,Shelly,
you ain't one. He was hoping you'd
feel nostalgic when I mentioned
him Shelly. He payed extra for me
to mention him which is stupid! I
could have just as easily not told
you and he would never know. But
hey I believe in karma. I don't
know what you did to piss poor
Mikey off so badly but let's just
call my brother Karma over here.
You've been bad and now Karma is
here to intervene Shelly.
                                                            
Triston pulls out his letter opener. Shelly is now lying on
the floor. Shellys POV shot. We see Triston and Aiden moving
closer.
                                                            
                       TRISTON
      (crying angrily)
You shouldn't have said that
Amanda...now we'll never be
together.
                                                            
                       SHELLY
      (Sreams)
                                                            

7.

A quick flash of blood on the floor
                                                            
 
INT. HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
We see TRISTONs back. He is typing and murmuring. He takes a
drink. We see his hands are covered in dirt and so are his
shoes. We move closer and closer. TRISTON prints the paper
and puts it in an envelope and brings it out to the mailbox.
He walks back inside and pins the picture to the wall.It's a
picture of Shelly. He stands back and admires all the photos
on the wall. The distinct bell rings and an envelope is slid
under his door. He turns his head back and smiles.
                                                            


FADE OUT.


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