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"MadHouse" by E.M. Lark



CW for blood, violence, profanity.



INT. MADIGAN BOARDING HOUSE (CHICAGO) - LIVING ROOM


VIEW OF THE FRONT DOOR - OPENING, CASTING A SILHOUETTE FROM THE PORCH LIGHTS.


The silhouette steps inside and shuts the door, and fumbles around for the first light switch, lamp, anything. Even through the dark, their step is uneasy - as their foot slips on a rug.


JAMES

You’ve gotta be -- fucking kidding

me--


He reaches a switch on the wall, and the room is slowly illuminated. We’re greeted with the sight of a somewhat ragged looking young man - college-age at most, an underclassman. This is JAMES MADIGAN.


He slowly steps away from the wall and looks about - with wide eyes, dilated pupils. All of his features read that he’s perhaps - a bit too drunk, he doesn’t quite know how to handle it. He pats down his pockets for everything--


JAMES (CONT'D)

Keys. Where the hell are my--


He looks down in his left hand.


JAMES (CONT'D)

Right. Got it.


Something in the old house creaks, and he looks up. He takes more uneasy steps forward.


WIDE SHOT OF JAMES CROSSING THE ROOM, SURVEYING THE LIVING ROOM. ANTIQUATED, FILLED WITH KNICK KNACKS, FURNITURE THAT’S LIKELY BEEN THERE FOR A VERY LONG TIME. IT LOOKS LIKE IT’S BEEN RANSACKED - BUT JAMES TAKES NO NOTICE OF IT.


There are picture frames of the family seen in flashes - through a myriad of generations, standing in front of the continually evolving house. Always well-dressed, always official.


JAMES (CONT'D)

Hazel? Haze, you home?

(pause)

I’m an idiot. That’s how I get

killed. I’ll never -- make it as a

Final Girl--

2.

2.


There’s a thud that comes from offshot. He flinches back with wide eyes, and pulls out his phone -- but looks around, perhaps for something in defense.


FADE IN: MUSIC,

THINK LIKE

SOMETHING FROM

THE KNIVES OUT

SOUNDTRACK, AS

HE--


INT. BOARDING HOUSE - KITCHEN


JAMES enters and looks about the space - it looks normal for the most part, but he scrunches his nose. Something doesn’t smell right. Eyes continue to dart around. Steps become more cautious, prepared, almost like he’s sobering himself up as he goes. (Or well, he’s trying to.)


He walks to the fridge, and opens it -- nothing looks wrong, except for a few extra beers missing from the opened box. And the fact that it’s almost entirely empty. But he shrugs, and closes it. He opens the microwave - nothing. He opens up the oven - nothing.


He moves to the sink --


OVERHEAD SHOT OF THE SINK -- SPLATTERED WITH STAINS OF RED, AND A DAMP RAG SITTING OVER THE DRAIN. AND SUDDENLY -- A NEW PAIR OF HANDS REACHES INTO THE SINK

PAN BACK UP, AND JAMES JOLTS BACK -- AS A NEW PRESENCE STANDS BESIDE HIM, BUT NOT ONE THAT’S UNFAMILIAR.


The young woman glances over at him with a heavy breath. She looks similar to JAMES, if not a bit older. She’s in pajamas of some sort - an old band shirt and mismatched pajama pants. This is HAZEL MADIGAN, JAMES’ sister.


JAMES clutches his chest and breathes in relief.


JAMES

Please never sneak up on me like

that -- ever again--


HAZEL

I thought you weren’t coming home.


She turns on the faucet again, and shifts it about, perhaps in hopes of washing off the stains more. He briefly looks down, then shakes his head and looks back.

3.

3.


JAMES

I couldn’t be out forever--


HAZEL

Please tell me you didn’t drive.


JAMES

No-- no, I didn’t-- my car’s still

at --


HAZEL

Good. Mom and Dad would kill me if

they knew I let you run off like

that, just to have you get an

underage DUI.


JAMES

-- that’s not the real problem

here, and you know it.


He gestures down to the sink.


JAMES (CONT'D)

Wanna tell me what’s going on?


HAZEL doesn’t respond for a moment. He furrows his brows.


JAMES (CONT'D)

That was a rhetorical--


HAZEL

Can you shut up for a second?

Seriously. This has been a fucking

awful night -- and I just need a

second.


She flicks off the faucet, and leans her head on the counter, with a soft, defeated groan. He looks in the sink, as the bloodied water continues to sink through. He looks back, off towards the rest of the house.


HAZEL (CONT'D)

I’m going to show you something.

And you’re going to either think

I’m lying, or -- actually, I don’t

know what else you’ll think--


JAMES

Did you kill someone?

HAZEL What? No--


4.

4.


JAMES

Because if you did-- I-- would

rather you tell me now, so we can

get rid of the--


HAZEL

I didn’t kill anyone!


JAMES

Then what’s in the sink? Sure as

fuck isn’t pasta sauce, Hazel.


HAZEL looks up and crosses her arms over her chest.


HAZEL

-- come on.


She nods with her head, and turns on her heel out of the kitchen. JAMES blinks, but follows in suit--


CUT TO:


INT. BOARDING HOUSE - STAIRCASE

JAMES follows in HAZEL’s steps, one by one. He nearly slips on another one, and she turns back with wide eyes, briefly stopping halfway between one step and the next.


HAZEL

You’re drunk.

JAMES

I am.

HAZEL Pull it together for five seconds,

alright? Pretty sure he can smell

fear, or something-- even while

he’s asleep.


JAMES

He--? Hazel, what the--?


A creak comes from upstairs again, and she holds her hand to his mouth. She shakes her head, and drops it, before turning back up the stairs. He takes a heavy breath and looks back down the stairwell, considering taking off from all of this --


But he keeps going anyway.


CUT TO:

5.

5.


INT. BOARDING HOUSE - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY


THE HALLS ARE LINED WITH MORE PICTURES, AND DOORS, LEADING INTO VARIOUS ROOMS THAT WERE ONCE RESIDED IN BY GUESTS. THERE ARE FLOWERS MOUNTED ON THE WALL. THERE’S A FLEETING SHOT OF JAMES AND HAZEL IN A SOCCER UNIFORM AND RUNNER’S GEAR.


HAZEL takes slow deep breaths. She clenches and unclenches her hands. JAMES partially notices this, but doesn’t say anything. He looks over her shoulder as they traverse to the tail end of the path -- below the string hanging out of the ceiling that leads to the attic.


JAMES

(whispering)

You’ve really got to be fucking

with me now.


HAZEL

(whispering)

What did I say about being quiet??


JAMES

You didn’t say it! You--


HAZEL

This is the last day of the year

you want to mess with me, Jamie,

I’m serious.


They both glance upwards, as HAZEL pulls on the string that slowly pulls on the separation, which allows the ceiling to open, where a wooden ladder sticks out. She hops and reaches for its tail end -- like she’s done this plenty of times -- and pulls it down to meet them.


There’s heavy breathing coming from inside the attic. JAMES bites his tongue from saying anything, but the “what the fuck?” is still written all over his features.


HAZEL goes first up the ladder, step by step until she disappears out of shot.


JAMES lingers at the bottom, pressing a hand against the step, and shutting his eyes for a moment.


JAMES

This isn’t real. This-- isn’t--

The affirmation falls short as he takes his first step up the ladder. Goes slower than HAZEL does, and looks a bit dizzy while doing so. But slowly he arrives in--


6.

6.


INT. BOARDING HOUSE - THE ATTIC


-- his head pops up from beneath to find a disturbing view. It’s HAZEL, and a man tied to the wooden framework protruding from the wall. He’s bloodied and presently asleep.


JAMES

-- you said you didn’t kill anyone.


HAZEL

He’s not dead.


JAMES

You’re insane. I’m leaving.


HAZEL

What happened to helping me hide

the body, huh?


JAMES

It’s a metaphor, Hazel!


HAZEL

And you’re just a coward!


JAMES

You take that back right now.


HAZEL

Not until you get all the way up

here.


JAMES narrows his eyes, but slowly makes his way up onto the wooden floor of the attic. He makes only a marginal step towards HAZEL.

JAMES

Happy now?

HAZEL

I’m not happy about any of this.

JAMES

What-- is all this?


HAZEL

-- He’s after Mom and Dad.

JAMES

What??

HAZEL There’s something they weren’t telling us.

(MORE)

(MORE)

7.

7.


HAZEL (CONT'D)

HAZEL (CONT'D)

Specifically, something they

weren’t telling you. I don’t blame

‘em to be honest.


The man stirs a bit, but does not open his eyes. They pause and watch him, before he falls still again.


HAZEL (CONT'D)

You’re not going to believe me.


JAMES

None of this makes sense anyway.


HAZEL

-- the Madigans are a mafia family.

And -- have been for a long time.


JAMES

-- sorry, what did you just say to

me?


HAZEL

And you’re supposed to take over.


JAMES

This isn’t happening. I’m drunk.

You’re asleep in bed. That guy

isn’t over there, bleeding in our

attic. Cool? Great.


HAZEL

I don’t like it either. For

starters, I’m offended that it’s

you.


JAMES

In a hypothetical world where this

makes sense, I’d agree with you.

But this doesn’t, so neither of us

are doing jackshit.


HAZEL

We’re out of options, James.

JAMES

Or what?


The man stirs again, and his glance lingers upwards.


MAN

Or they’ll kill you if you let me

go.


8.

8.


JAMES and HAZEL glance longways at him. JAMES steps back; HAZEL doesn’t. Accustomed to this by now.

JAMES

They?

HAZEL Him. And whoever sent him here, I’m guessing.

MAN

Roger and Diane have a lot to pay up.

JAMES

For what??

MAN For the house. If they’re trying to scram, it’s not theirs anymore. Either they pay up or die, pretty simple shit.

JAMES

Hazel, listen to him. This isn’t the fucking Godfather.


HAZEL

They were a lot smarter.

MAN

Fuck off.

HAZEL

You first.

MAN When I get outta here, the first

thing I’m gonna do is--


HAZEL kicks him in the stomach, and he sputters -- coughing up more blood.


HAZEL

Wanna finish that one more time?


JAMES

... are you sure you don’t want to

lead the hypothetical mafia?

HAZEL

Well--


CUT TO:


9.

9.


EXT. BOARDING HOUSE


A car pulls up in the long driveway of the house. It putters out and makes a startling noise before it’s turned off. A figure, mostly unknown to the lens, steps out.


CUT TO:


INT. BOARDING HOUSE - THE ATTIC


HAZEL is retrieving a gun from a bag - which the MAN watches curiously. She brings it over to him and holds it out.


HAZEL

Well. It’s your call.


JAMES

You’re just accepting all this???


HAZEL

No of course I’m not! But I don’t

wanna die, alright?


MAN

You’re gonna, anyway--


HAZEL holds a hand out in his direction, and points the gun at him with the other.


HAZEL

Take the gun. Please.

JAMES

I-- I’m--

HAZEL Jamie, we’re running out of time.

JAMES

Haze, this is insane.

HAZEL

I know.


CUT TO:


INT. BOARDING HOUSE - LIVING ROOM


10.

10.


The figure enters the house, seamlessly, as JAMES forgot to lock it -- and begins heading up the stairs.


CUT TO:


INT. BOARDING HOUSE - THE ATTIC

JAMES

... I--

HAZEL Well?


The steps can be heard.


JAMES

-- there’s someone else in here.

Fuck.

HAZEL

HAZEL takes a deep breath, and cocks the gun -- points it right at the MAN’s face, and fires before JAMES even has half the chance to hold her back. The impact happens off-screen; she recoils at the shot.


JAMES shuts his eyes and inhales sharply.


More rustling comes from beneath - closer and closer.


HAZEL (CONT'D)

Take the gun. You killed him.

JAMES

What?

HAZEL

Trust me.

JAMES

I--

HAZEL sticks the gun in his hand and wraps his fingers around the handle. She steps back, visibly shaking a bit.


HAZEL

Next one’s all you.


JAMES’ breathing comes heavier. His eyes tense, blur over as the steps get closer-- and closer-- coming up the steps of the ladder--


CUT TO BLACK.

11.

11.


A gunshot goes off in the dark, and there’s a scream. There’s a sound of something heavy hitting the ground.


CUT TO:


SHOT OF A MADIGAN FAMILY PORTRAIT. IT’S OF HAZEL, JAMES, THEIR PARENTS - AND TWO MEN (INCLUDING THE MAN FROM THE ATTIC) FLANKED ON EITHER SIDE OF THEIR PARENTS. A HAND SMEARS BLOOD OVER THEIR FACES.


JAMES

(from off-screen)

You know somethin’? I never liked

them.


HAZEL

Neither did I, kid. Neither did I.


CUT TO BLACK.


END.






E.M. Lark is a writer/playwright/book reviewer/etc. currently based in NYC. They review books for Defunkt Magazine, and fancy themselves some sort of an artist every once in a while. In the meantime, please send them all your fic recs.

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