With a group of five members, I've taken the liberty to generate a script, work the camera, direct, and edit the entire short film... which I estimated to last approximately ten minutes. Everyone else can do the acting.
I'll upload the finished product next week. Here's the script.
Robby’s Kill Box
An Adaption
Jeff Hwang – Direction, cinematography + random character
Sharon Pak – Narrator
George Gilbert – Robby
Kimberly Williams – Kierce
Stephen Armon – Da Vinci + random character
Scene I:
(Outdoors)
Narrator is idly sitting, writing in her notebook.
Narrator: (alone, sitting and writing, voiceover) “Early August, over the past year, there was Old Man Miller who had a heart attack and died while falling down the stairs. There was little Jodi who, along with his bike, was crushed under a car. And there was the overly drunk McCracken who toppled over his John boat and drowned in Cora Creek. And who else but Robby would falsely confess that the deaths were all his doings? But that’s the thing. I just take confessions as they come. Even if I know it wasn’t him.
(stands up, still writing)
“A Da Vinci-like psycho’s been chopping off fellows here and there… and then painting them up. Oddly enough, his works of ‘art’ are actually quite impressive. This guy’s a true genius.
(closes notebook)
“So where does Robby come in? Personally, I don’t even know. But every time Da Vinci claims another victim, I dream about Robby. Don’t ask me why, I take the confessions, not the dreams.”
Scene II:
(Chamber Hall, music area)
Narrator with friend, Kierce, idly standing in the hallway. Unnamed character arrive shortly from a rehearsal room.
Unnamed Character: (holding a guitar) “I can’t help it, I can’t stand it anymore.”
Narrator: “What?”
Unnamed Character: “I cheated on her…” (pause) “Jesus, I cheated on her with people she hated…”
(long pause, Kierce glances at narrator)
Narrator: (aggravated) “So tell her, and deal honestly with the results.”
(unnamed character shows some form of relief, exits scene)
Narrator: (voiceover) “Still August, but they keep on coming.”
Scene III:
(Living room, dining room area)
Narrator and Kierce eating.
Kierce: “There’s something I simply have to tell you.”
Narrator: (surprised, voiceover) “Here we go. I’ve never heard any confessions from her before, this should be interesting.”
Kierce: (pause) “I love what you did with the ginger.”
Narrator: (smiles, voiceover) “I can go crazy like this.”
Scene IV:
(Later, narrator taking nap, still in living room)
Robby: (swinging box, smiling, near trees)
Narrator: (wakes up, holds up newspaper, headlines read ‘Killer Strikes Again’)
Kierce: “You’re not gonna catch this one.
(Kierce reaches into a drawer and pulls out a small bag, reaches into the bag and pulls out a stone)
“Here, keep this. And don’t lose it."
Narrator: “What is it?”
Kierce: “A spirit stone. Keep it on you at all times.”
Narrator: (puzzled look, puts stone in pocket)
Scene V:
(Sleeping, narrator dreams)
At nature preserve, Robby with narrator, walking casually. Robby swings around his box for fun. Robby grabs narrator’s shoulder.
Narrator: (wakes up and shocked to find Robby at her bedside)
Robby: “I did it.”
Narrator: “W-what?”
Robby: “I killed Fisher’s dog. And the cat. And the rest of the missing pets. I cut them up. And I buried them everywhere.”
Narrator: (stares, no words, voiceover) “I know he didn’t do it. But still, the scary thing is that he wishes he did it. And not only that, I know he can do it.”
Robby: “Can you help me?”
Narrator: (rubs eye, tired) “What… how?”
Robby: “I have to show you.”
Narrator: (voiceover) “How stupid can I get?”
Scene VI:
(Continuation, nighttime, back at preserves)
Narrator follows Robby to woods. They stop, Robby takes a brick out of his box and hits the side of narrator’s head. Narrator collapses.
(Later)
Narrator: (wakes up to crying noise, blood everywhere. Narrator’s eyes wander, confused, sees Robby)
Robby: (poking own head) “Why didn’t it stop? It was supposed to stop…” (pause) “What’s wrong with me that it won’t work?” (opens and closes box, touching it all over)
Narrator: (reads label ‘Robby’s Tool Box’, whispering) “Robby’s… Kill Box… that’s what everyone calls it.”
Robby: (takes a screwdriver and hammer out of box, holds tools to his chest) “Nothing is true. None of it and all of it.”
(Robby proceeds to attack narrator, but two unidentified people come out and stop, drag Robby away, narrator blacks out)
Scene VII:
(Narrator with Kierce in previous room)
Narrator reading newspaper with updated headlines, reading ‘Da Vinci Killer Claims Number Eight.’
Narrator: (stands up and gives notebook to Kierce) “Hold on to these.”
Kierce: (drinking coffee, takes notebook) “Hey, you’ll be fine.”
Narrator: (pauses at exit, leaves room)
Scene VIII:
(Outdoors, nighttime, empty area)
Narrator: (sitting alone on bench, voiceover) “Late September, summer’s fading fast. The chill is getting to me. Moments like these I wish I brought along a jacket.”
Da Vinci: (suddenly show up behind narrator, surprises her) “Is this seat taken?”
Narrator: (regains mentality and shrugs. Da Vinci sits before she can answer) “Seat’s free. But I’m taken.”
Da Vinci: (calm, gentle voice, smiles) “That remains to be seen.”
(long pause, both characters sitting without much motion)
Narrator: (voiceover) “Keep cool.”
Da Vinci: (after another pause) “So you want me to confess.”
Narrator: “Excuse me?”
Da Vinci: “Don’t bother, I know a beacon when I see one.”
Narrator: (hesitantly) “A… beacon…?”
Da Vinci: “I know what you are.”
Narrator: (anxiously looking around for other people)
Da Vinci: (tilts head in confusion at narrator’s motions, waves hand) “Helloooo.” (smiles again) “They’re not coming.”
Narrator: “What’d you do? Kill them all?”
Da Vinci: (laughing) “Didn’t have to.”
Narrator: (showing nervousness) “What… they just up and kill themselves?”
Da Vinci: “Sort of.” (not smiling, serious now) “Dead of boredom, I’m afraid.” (inches forward closer to narrator) “See, this lot tonight, they don’t believe in me. Or in you. (takes out a paintbrush and taps nose repeatedly)
(Narrator makes a motion to grab the paintbrush, but holds back)
“Robby says hello.”
Narrator: (eyes bulge at the name)
Da Vinci: “If I confess to you, I won’t have to stop. Not ‘til I want to.”
Narrator: “…why not?”
Da Vinci: “I’m not from your neck of reality. I don’t need to play by your universal rules.”
Narrator: “So, you’re just made of dark thoughts and set loose?”
Da Vinci: (pouting, sitting back) “Putting it that way sounds limiting…”
Narrator: (takes spirit stone out, but keeps it under table) “So what now?”
Da Vinci: (smiles) “That won’t work. I already paid a visit to her.”
Narrator: (shows worry again) “Who?”
Da Vinci: “The person that gave it to you.” (leans in again) “Sweeeet.”
Narrator: “Fuck.”
Da Vinci: “Don’t worry, I didn’t touch her. Can’t. Against the rules.”
Narrator: “What…?”
Da Vinci: “Hey, where do the confessions go? I thought maybe I was like you. You can do things. You get to do the things you’ve listened to all your life.”
Narrator: “And do what?”
Da Vinci: (smirks mysteriously) “I told you I wasn’t here to confess.”
Narrator: “Well, what then?”
Da Vinci: (suddenly pulls out ‘Robby’s Kill Box’ and plants it on the table) “I’m here to finish what was started a long time ago.”
Narrator: (looks back and shows sign of panic, but just stares at the box)
Da Vinci: “Maybe you’re doing a disservice. Maybe you’re letting them forget too easily.” (taking tools out of box)
Narrator: (looks up, suddenly realizing something) “This… is all about unfinished business.” (choked voice) “All the people you killed, you were taking care of old business…
(Da Vinci smiles and nods)
“But how do you know? Who to hit and what to paint on them?”
Da Vinci: “They told me. It starts with need. A need that grows up and out until it has to be accounted for. Like you, I carry out what the cosmos asks of me.”
Narrator: “You killed Robby.”
Da Vinci: “Slightly. Told you it’s unfinished business, I didn’t tell you whose.” (puts tools back in box)
Narrator: “What, so now you’re finished with me? Or finished killing people?”
Da Vinci: (calm and collected) “Both.”
Narrator: “That easy?”
Da Vinci: “Why not? Listen, you’re a hunter, like me. People fall to you. Don’t let them off too easy, or it’ll eat you up.” (gets up after talking)
Narrator: “That’s it? You’re done knocking people off?”
Da Vinci: (turning to leave, waves hat) “Yep.”
Narrator: (stands up as well) “Wait, do you always tell people that their unfinished business have been taken care of?”
Da Vinci: (pauses, glances back to narrator) “No, just you.” (leaves scene)
Narrator: (waits and whispers) “Then you’ve confessed after all…”







