NECRO-GEEZER
Necro-Geezer is a 90 paged script I wrote.
I'm not going to put the whole thing on here.
If you want to read it, email me and just ask.
Plot Summary:
Necro-Geezer is the story of a lonely, pathetic man named Rick, whose last name happens to be Geezer. Rick is sick and tired of being a weak and useless loser. Being someone who's been pushed around his whole life, he's also very bitter.
When Rick witnesses the aftermath of a convenience store shooting, he has the bright idea to become a crime fighter. Finally Rick will show everyone that he's not a pushover! The problem is... Rick is still weak and useless.
Oh, there's something else you need to know about Rick. Since he's constantly rejected by girls, his only hope is to find girls who can't reject him. What I mean to say is... Rick is a necrophiliac.
It is discovered that Rick has a bizarre mutation which allows him to absorb physical strengths and/or special skills from the dead girls he has sex with. It looks like Rick will get his chance to be a crime fighter after all!
Rick encounters many disreputable characters, and with the help of his necro-powers, he is able to defeat them. What's more disreputable than fucking the dead, though? Do the ends justify the means? Is necrophilia really a victimless crime?
A scene from the script:
INT – SMALL CONVENIENCE STORE – DAY
When RICK gets inside, there is a crowd of people gathered around, looking at something on the floor, whispering to each other.
RICK:
What’s going on?
BYSTANDER:
Aw dude, so this fucking guy came in and held up the place like 20 minutes ago. Fucking shot the owner. Took his money and a bunch of those fucking… candies… you know… the kind that get stuck in your teeth?
RICK:
Jujubes?
BYSTANDER:
No, the other one.
RICK:
Dots?
BYSTANDER:
Yeah, that’s the one.
RICK:
Where the hell are the police? Did anyone call an ambulance or anything? Shit, in this cell phone worshiping day and age, no one’s even called 911? Hey man, what did the asshole look like?
The BYSTANDER talks as RICK catches a glimpse of the injured owner through the crowd of people. He’s on the ground, with his hands on his chest. There is blood all over his hands and soaked through the entire front of his shirt. One of the people in the crowd takes out a cell phone.
RICK:
Finally someone has the right idea…
RICK walks out the door, shaking his head in disgust.
GUY ON PHONE:
Yeah bro, you gotta come down to Willy’s Market. The shopkeeper’s bleeding to death. It’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!