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Sister Brookes (TV Horror Series) Episode 1 "Angels"

by scaredycat93


Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.

NOTE: Sister Brookes is a horror/drama television series I am writing. I have uploaded here the cold open and first scene of the pilot episode, "Angels". Sister Brookes is a complex mystery set in various time periods (1944, 1953 and 2017) dealing with the a group of Catholic nuns that help run a cathedral in England in the 1940s during WW2. Little did they know that when Sister Christine Brookes is hired on to fill a vacancy, their worst nightmares will come to life in this thrilling television series. 

This pilot episode will be rated MA for mature language and violence.

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Cold Open

LOCATION: ST. AVERY’S ASSISTED LIVING CENTER, LOBBY

YEAR: 2017

MERRILL (OFF CAMERA):

Mr. Barker? Mr. Barker, can you hear me?

FADE IN:

Camera opens on an uncomfortable close-up of PAUL BARKER’S (91) eye. Throughout the next few moments, the camera will zoom back to reveal PAUL, an elderly, frail man in a wheelchair with an oxygen tube looped around his ears and under his nose. His gaze is distant and glossed over. He is dressed in an open-collared shirt with food stains near the top. The camera, though mounted on a tripod, will be obviously a homemade quality footage. PAUL has staggered breathing, as if every breath might be his last. There is a MALE NURSE standing to the side of him, his hand resting upon the handle of PAUL’s wheelchair.

MERRILL (CONT’D, OFF CAMERA)

Mr. Barker, my name is Merrill Jones. We spoke on the phone a few days ago. It’s our pleasure to finally meet you.

By this point, the camera has zoomed out enough to include MERRILL JONES (34) in the shot. MERRILL is a handsome man, wearing jeans and a white shirt and tie. He has a distinctive New England accent and a friendly voice. He is trying to gauge how much PAUL is understanding.

MERRILL (CONT’D)

As I told you over the phone, I am a film maker. In specific, I direct documentaries. I’ve arranged this interview to see if I can get some more insight on someone from your past, Mr. Barker, someone you worked with at St. Magnus Cathedral in England for just over a year and a half in the 40s.

PAUL’s eyes widen at the mention of St. Magnus and he instantly seems more awake and cognitive.

MERRILL (CONT’D)

I am looking for anything you might be able to tell me about a woman named Christine Brookes.

PAUL

No.

PAUL’s voice is gruff and curt for someone as frail as he is. MERRILL seems momentarily stunned at the utterance and looks at his CREW off-camera. MERRILL turns back to PAUL.

MERRILL

No? You mean you don’t want to continue with the interview?

PAUL

I mean I don’t want to talk about that woman.

MERRILL

And why is that?

PAUL is silent for a few moments and plays with a piece of fabric from his shirt in his hands while he mulls this question over.

PAUL

I have not heard that woman’s name in half a century. And the world is all the more better for it.

MERRILL

Sir, I know that you worked with Christine Brookes at the cathedral from 1953 to 1954. I know that in that time—

PAUL

You don’t know anything her.

MERRILL seems taken aback.

MERRILL

I—I don’t?

PAUL

The devil himself could not even kill that woman. The more you think about her, the faster she comes. The more you speak about her, she will hear you.

MERRILL looks back at his crew, holding a hint of a smile back.

MERRILL

Mr. Barker, Christine Brookes has been dead for over sixty years.

PAUL

That’s exactly what she wanted you to think.

The camera now cuts to show the entirety of MERRILL’S CREW, which consists of MERRILL, CHAD, WILEY and SHAUN. Each of them are focused on Paul unflinchingly. We now see the scene through Paul’s point of view.

In the back of the lobby, one of the overheard lights flicker once, twice and then burns out. None of the CREW take any notice, neither any of the STAFF. But PAUL notices and he grips onto his armrest tighter.

MERRILL

Who was Ms. Brookes to you? A friend? A co-worker? A lover?

PAUL

No. No. No!

PAUL begins to sweat and he shakes his head to either side, avoiding looking past the CREW. More lights begin to flicker and turn out. The STAFF and CREW are still oblivious.

PAUL (CONT’D)

That woman was not human. She was not a living soul. She had none. She was the devil in every way possible. She—

PAUL makes the mistake of looking up and SISTER CHRISTINE BROOKES is standing at the back of the room. She is terrifying. Her face is pale, she is clothed in black robes from the Church and her eyes are bloodshot. Her hands are caked in dried blood. She slowly, one step at a time, approaches PAUL and the CREW, her eyes locked with PAUL’s. Her presence is horrifying.

PAUL (CON’D, DIRECTED TO CHRISTINE)

You get AWAY FROM ME!

PAUL’s sudden exclamation frightens the CREW and all of them swivel around in their seats to see at whom PAUL is yelling. The MALE NURSE attempts to calm the old man, but Paul is inconsolable.

PAUL

That bitch, that murdering bitch! I know what you’ve done! I know EXACTLY what you are!

SISTER BROOKES continues to approach the group, who still cannot see her. She seems to exist only in PAUL’s mind. A sudden smile crosses her lips and she stops right behind MERRILL. PAUL goes berserk and begins to exhibit signs of a seizure, his muscles spasming and veins in his head and neck enlarged. The MALE NURSE tries to calm him down, but there is no controlling him now.

MERRILL

I—Mr. Barker, are you alright? What… what’s going on? Is it—

MERILL looks behind him, right at Sister Brookes, but he still cannot see her. He has no idea what has triggered this seizure. PAUL continues to mumble incoherent words and the MALE NURSE turns to the CREW.

MALE NURSE

This interview is over. I need you all to leave. Now!

PAUL is rushed out of the lobby and down the hall, out of sight. When the doors close once again, the camera turns to the CREW and the lights which had been previously burnt out were now on, and SISTER BROOKES has vanished. The CREW, MERRILL included, looks completely dumbfounded at each other. After a moment,

CHAD

Holy shit.

Act One

LOCATION: Saint Peter’s Sanctuary of Sisters

YEAR: 1953

FADE IN:

CHRISTINE BROOKES is introduced as a young, very pretty nun of the Catholic Church. She has pale skin and smoky gray eyes. She is young, no more than 20 or 21, but no one really knows how old she is exactly. It is an overcast day, uncomfortably cold. She walks down a cobblestone path, gripping a very used Bible in her hands. She walks with a purpose, directly towards a dark grove of trees right outside of the convent. When she finds herself alone, away from the other sisters, she sits down on a rock bench and stares into the forest. There is a very unsettling air about the forest and the way Sister Brookes is sitting makes it seem like there is something extremely troubling on her mind. She opens the Bible and begins to read aloud to herself.

SISTER BROOKES

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

She stops for a moment and places her hand on the page in the Bible. She hears some movement in the woods and instantly tenses up. The camera pans over the forest, which is dark and dense, impossible to see through. Sister Brookes slowly reaches for the cross necklace hanging around her neck and grips it in a white knuckle grip. A beat and then SISTER MARCY, a young and impulsive nun just like SISTER BROOKES, scares SISTER BROOKES by placing her hand on her shoulder and shaking her. SISTER MARCY is 19 and has long blonde hair, pointed-rim glasses and a toothy smile.

SISTER MARCY

Boo! Did I scare you?

SISTER BROOKES

Oh my--Sister, are you serious? Don't do that! Why did you follow me out here?

SISTER BROOKES has dropped her Bible out of fright. She picks it up off the ground and brushes off the pages.

SISTER MARCY

(laughing)

I saw you come out here all by yourself. I thought, I'd better make sure you aren't planning on running away before leaving tomorrow!

SISTER BROOKES

I'm not running away. I was trying to read. Now if you don't mind…

SISTER MARCY

What? Are you scared to leave all this?

SISTER BROOKES

Now, why would I be scared?

SISTER MARCY

Oh, I don't know. (jokingly) The war? Nazis trying to invade. (a beat, she sees that Sister Brookes doesn't find it very funny) Oh, come on! A new environment, new people, a new job. There's always plenty to be afraid of.

A beat

SISTER MARCY

What about ghosts? Everyone says it's haunted.

SISTER BROOKES

You're a liar, Sister Marcy. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of anything. Now please can I finish my readings in peace? Alone?

SISTER MARCY

Look, I was only trying to see if you were okay. The other sisters have been talking about you. They're worried. I'm worried. I mean, we all know what happened last time you tried to leave and how well that went. You don't have to be so standoffish, you know. We want to help. That's all any of us ever want to do us help you.

A beat of silence as SISTER BROOKES stares at SISTER MARCY. She slams her Bible closed.

SISTER BROOKES 

Excuse me? Standoffish?You know that I came out here to be alone, right, yet you followed me. You saw me trying to read, yet you interrupted me. I'm not the one that's being rude here, Sister. I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's goddamn help.

SISTER MARCY

Sister! Watch your language! Fine. Whatever. Enjoy your last afternoon here alone. Don't bother coming to find me later when you realize you are too afraid to leave.

SISTER BROOKES

I won't plan on it.

SISTER BROOKES watches SISTER MARCY storm off back to the east wing of the convent. She closes her Bible and hunches over, covering her eyes with her fingers. There is silence for a moment and then she begins to weep. She takes off her cross necklace and looks at it, rubbing it between her fingers. She glances back up at the forest and closes her eyes.

SISTER BROOKES

(whispers a prayer, crossing her forehead)

In the name of the Father, and the Son and the Holy Ghost, please Lord God above, protect me


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Sun Mar 25, 2018 2:45 am
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Hello, scaredycar93. I am here to provide you a review in honor of Review Day. Let's get started, shall we?

Overall Opinion
Why is it that most horrors start out as a woman being a nun? I will never understand that. Anyways, I enjoyed the script of the first episode. The prologue explains about Sister Brookes and how she came to be, vaguely (Cause y'know, can't give out too much info, right?). It seems like to me that she became possessed in a way. I am assuming this because it shows from 50 years back, that she was a nun. I can't wait to read on what happens next. This was an amazing read!

Nitpicks and Stuff
You might have to change your formatting a bit. It's just me with my vision. But will it be better if you had the character's names in bold or underlined? And have the off-camera lines in italics. It would make the reading so much easier this way.

Conclusion
This was a good read. I kind of want to know what happens next in the show. Keep up the great work! Don't stop here please?
Keep writing ~

- Kanome




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Hey there scaredycat! I thought I'd drop by for a quick review on this lovely review day!

Scripts are definitely a rarity on here, but I always enjoy reading them when I see them, and I really liked this! Between your pitch of the series and the intensity of the cold open, it hooked me immediately.

The cold open is definitely the best part of this. The characters snap into sharp relief right away - we know that we trust Paul more than Merril, and that Merril is meddling with something he probably doesn't understand. The dialogue was crisp and smooth, and your description really set the tone of the scene - I can just imagine how it would be shot and how creepy it would be.

The only critique I have for the cold open is that I didn't find what the camera was supposed to be doing to be quite clear. It seemed like at the start, it's supposed to be home documentary-type footage, but then it zooms out to show the whole room? I didn't find it quite clear if and when it transition from the home documentary to something else.

The introduction of Christine Brooks also was very good, right up until Sister Marcy accused Christine of being scared. I thought their conversation from there was definitely the weakest part of what you have so far. It felt like you were trying a little too hard to foreshadow things about where Christine is going and everything else that's happening in the narrative. The tone of their argument just didn't quite click - the dialogue didn't feel realistic. In fat, it felt somewhat melodramatic, and very strange in contrast to the creepy tone you established in the cold open and the beginning of the scene. You start to recover it at the end, when Christine prays, showing that yes, she is afraid, but that middle part as a whole just did not work for me.

And I know this was a little short, but I think that's all I've got for this! I really enjoyed reading this and I think it has a lot of potential. Definitely let me know if you post another part, and I'll review it. Good luck, and keep writing!





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