In Draft - scene from Endtime

Endtime is currently in the development stage as a serial graphic novel.


INT. TREVOR'S CAR - NIGHT

Trevor is driving. He is white-knuckling the steering
wheel and sitting bolt upright, eyes glued to the road
ahead. The well-worn wiperblades squeak as they pass back
and forth barely removing any of the rain water. Trevor
takes his eyes from the road for a moment to look over
his shoulder. Jack is slumped in the back seat, his head
lying over the top of the seat. He is barely conscious.

TREVOR
Say something.

JACK
You're drunk.

TREVOR
You've still got a sense of humor. That
means you'll be fine.

Jack only coughs and labors for breath. Trevor refocuses
on the road blinking his eyes and shaking his head as if
he's trying to maintain his attention and focus. It's
becoming clear to him that he certainly has had a little
too much to drink. He has to shield his face from the
lights of the oncoming traffic. He looks at Jack in the
rearview.

TREVOR (CONT'D)
Keep you hand on that wound. Pressure.
(Beat.) Hey! Wake up! Don't you die back
there!

Jack wheezes and coughs again, obviously in a lot of
pain. A beat while Jack attempts to prop himself up and
shake some life back into himself.

JACK
That's not gonna happen.

TREVOR
Just stay with me.

Trevor turns on the radio. Pop country music begins to
play.

TREVOR (CONT'D)
Music? That'll help keep you alert.

JACK
(wincing)
I don't think so.

Trevor turns off the radio.

TREVOR
What's your name?

JACK
Jack.

Trevor raises his hand.

TREVOR
Trevor. (Beat.) Please don't die in my
car, Jack.

JACK
Where are we going?

TREVOR
(hesitating)
You really need a doctor. There's a
hospital on this side of town. They're
really good. See this scar right here?

Trevor holds up his right forearm.

JACK
I said no hospitals.

TREVOR
I'm open to ideas. I shouldn't be driving
anyway. (Beat.) What about this someone
you're looking for? I'll take you to
them. Maybe they can help you.

JACK
I don't know where she is.

TREVOR
Well, she's gotta be pretty special—-

Trevor turns again and sees the mess Jack is leaving in
the back seat.

TREVOR (CONT'D)
Man, look at the seat. Jesus, I'm gonna
get pinched for sure, I know it. (Beat.)
I can't afford this right now.
Just remember my name, when you tell them
who shot you. Make sure you tell them
Trevor Haley had nothing to do with it.

Jack gives a sign of recognition, realizing he recognizes
Trevor's name.

JACK
Trevor Haley. You're from Connecticut?

TREVOR
Well, actually I was born in New
Hampshire, but for the last few years
I've been—-

JACK
I know your name. You're one of mine.

TREVOR
Your what?

JACK
You're supposed to get in a fight. A bad
one. There's a guy with a knife.

TREVOR
A fight? I've never been in a fight in my
life.

JACK
It happens outside a bar. You have a
dispute over an unpaid bill with the
owner. You can't pay. He becomes enraged
and stabs you.

TREVOR
That's quite a story, Jack.

JACK
You never paid the man for your drinks.

TREVOR
Don't remind me.

JACK
What'd I do? They told me not to
interfere. Shit, this wasn't supposed to
happen.

The passenger seat, vacant this whole time, is now
occupied by a faint silhouette visible from Jack's
vantage point. It is an nondescript young woman.
The passing lights reveal she is wearing a vintage-style
white uniform with a nurses' cap on her head. She is
facing forward. Jack stares. Trevor takes no notice.

JACK (CONT'D)
Trevor, pull over. Stop the car. Stop the
car.

TREVOR
What?

JACK
(his excitement escalating)
Let me out! Stop the car! Let me out now!

The vintage nurse girl gives Jack a sidelong glance. We
get a glimpse of her face which is ghostly pale, her eyes
darkened, completely black. She turns to Trevor and her
hand reaches up for the steering wheel.

TREVOR
Hey, calm down! We're almost there.

Jack struggles with the door handle. The door pops open
but Jack is in so much pain that he can't open it. He
falls over on the seat. Outside the window the hospital
emergency entrance passes by the camera's view.

JACK
No! Let me go! Leave me alone!

TREVOR
(insistently)
We're moving! I can't let you out!

Trevor reaches over the seat with one hand trying to
close the back door.

TREVOR (CONT'D)
You're gonna kill us both!

JACK
You're supposed to be dead!