“Old Man Charles” Script


THE OLD MAN NEXT DOOR

Written by Nathaniel Kelly

Based on a story by Lotus Kelly

A BIRD STUDIO PRODUCTIONS

Anamorphic 2.35:1

24fps 1080p

INTERIOR/EXT. DAY.
Opening Shot. A window dominates the frame. A silhouette (Old Mr Charles) moves in and looks out the window. He looks down at his hand holding a torn picture. It is a picture of a middle aged man, but we can tell that this is him when he was younger. He places the picture down onto a table, where the frame scans past old newspaper articles and photos. He has been collecting them, and they are all connected to a mysterious disappearance of a young boy. The Old man peeks thorough the window shutters again. There is a boy (MARTIN) who walks past his house. The old man stares at the boy until he passes and then closes the shutters again.

INTERIOR. DAY.
Establishing Shot of House. Martin is walking towards his bedroom door, with a school bag hanging off his shoulder. He slams the door shut and drops his bag to the ground. He pulls off his socks and shoes and ruffles his hair. He sighs and looks at a wall.

MARTIN (Mutter)
Now. What have we here.

He pulls a poster off the wall and pushes some books off his shelf to reveal a concealed corkboard of pictures. They are all photos and notes to do with the old man’s house.

MARTIN (Relieved sigh)
Okay.

He stares at the board for a minute, then turns to pick up a torn photo of a child. He lights a lighter and holds it near the picture. He thinks about it for a minute then drops the lighter. He buries his hands in his head and sighs. Suddenly, There is a knocking on his window. It is a stone hitting the frame. Martin looks up to see it is his friend Nick, who is waving for him to come down. Martin slips the photo into his top pocket, then sits up and leaves.

EXTERIOR. DAY

Martin and Nick are sitting on the side of a road. An awkward silence follows as they look forward in a sort of daze. Finally Martin talks.

MARTIN
We don't talk about him here. The whole street has rumours about him, but they never discuss them openly. 

NICK
What did he do?

Martin thinks about this for a minute, then answers.

MARTIN
Everybody says that a long time ago, he abducted a baby boy.

NICK
Sheesh. What makes them think that?

MARTIN
He was the last person seen with the boy. Apparently he was babysitting. Now, nobody sees much of the old man.

NICK
Does he even still live there?

Nick is cut off by the sound of a creaky door open. The old man walks out of his house and wheels  a rubbish bin onto the curb. He finds that the number 9 has fallen off his letterbox. He lifts it back in place to form the number 29. The old man looks menacingly at the boys, then walks back into his house and shuts the door. The shutters on the windows close tight.

MARTIN
Almost.

INTERIOR. NIGHT.
They are inside Martins room. Martin is scrambling around in his drawer when he suddenly pulls a set of rusty keys.

NICK
Where'd you find that?

MARTIN
I found these keys in my drawers many years ago.

NICK
What's it for?

Martin points at the number on the key tag. 29. They have a flashback to when the old man fixed his letterbox. The numbers matched.

NICK
You don't really think--

MARTIN
Yeah, I do.

NICK
You're not going to break in are you?

Martin walks to the window and squints through the blinds.

MARTIN
You read my mind.

NICK
Alright, but--

MARTIN
And you're going to help me.

(Beat)

NICK
What do you want to do this for?

MARTIN
Think about it, Nicholas! This is our one chance to see what he gets up to inside. Maybe we can stop him before he tries to do it again. We could finally prove that he really did kidnap that poor, poor child.

Nick thinks about this for a little while. Suddenly, The door opens and in walks Nicks sister.

AVIARY
Hi!

MARTIN
Oh, Hi!

There is an obvious awkwardness between them.

AVIARY
Sorry, I'm probably getting in the way.

MARTIN
Oh no, anytime with you is fantastic.

There is an short silence.

MARTIN
I mean, you're fantastic. We're cool. Yeah. Ha.

AVAIRY
Ha ha, I've just come to see Nick.

MARTIN
Nick? Oh yeah he's right here.

MARTIN walks out of the frame. Nick is sitting behind him.

NICK
what's up?

AVIARY
Mum said you can stay here for the night. We'll pick you up tomorrow on the way to soccer.

NICK
you sure your parents are okay with it, Marty?

MARTIN
They're not my parents. I'm a foster. They let me do anything.

Nick feels a little embarrassed about this.

NICK
Sorry, I forgot.

MARTIN
Don't worry, I've never known my real parents anyway. It doesn't bother me.

AVAIRY looks back at MARTIN who is leaning against the wall. She nods her head and leaves.

NICK
Nice one dude, real smooth.

MARTIN isn't paying attention to Nick.

MARTIN
That's fantastic.

NICK
What?

MARTIN
You can stay for the night!
Quick, let's get our stuff sorted.

MARTIN looks at his cork board again.

MARTIN
Old Mr Charles, I'll find out the truth behind you.

INTERIOR. NIGHT.
The frame is taken up by a small lock. A key is inserted and slowly it turns with a click. We see Martin and Nick creak open the door. They shut the door slowly and proceed down a hallway. They shine their flashlights up at the walls covered with old photos and notes, very similar to Martins collection.

NICK
This is sick.

MARTIN
It's strange how much he wants to remember this.

MARTIN reaches to pick up a note, but accidentally knocks over a cup. It shatters, and a light comes on in front of them.

CHARLES
Is somebody there?

MARTIN and NICK panic and hide around a corner.

CHARLES
Who's there?

MARTIN gestures for nick to move slowly, but his foot makes a loud creak as he steps on the floor.

CHARLES
Are you round the corner? (He coughs) Hello? (He coughs more violently)

The boys slip into the bathroom, and Nick tries to find a way out. He opens a window and gets MARTIN to give him a leg up.

MARTIN
Quick, hurry up!

Once Nick is outside, Martin turns to look for the old man. All he can hear is coughing and spluttering.

MARTIN
Hello? (Pause) Are you Ok?

NICK
What are you doing, man? Just leave him, lets go!

Martin looks back again.

MARTIN
I dont know where he went.

NICK
He's a murderer and you want to find out where he;s hiding?!

MARTIN
Just a minute.

Martin walks back to the hallway. In a room, he sees Mr Charles slumped against the floor. He is making coughing and spluttering sounds.

MARTIN
Are you okay, Mister?

CHARLES
Help.... Me... Heart.. My heart...

Martin walks in front of the old man. He is coughing up blood, and clutching his heart. Martin takes a deep breath.

MARTIN
Maybe it serves you right for kidnapping him.

CHARLES
Wh...aat?

MARTIN
Did you murder that young boy?

CHARLES
What?! Of course I didn't...I thought you would have known....

MARTIN
But everyone else, they think you did.

CHARLES
I know, and now I cannot even face them without getting looks of hatred. You have to believe me!

MARTIN
(softening) I'm sorry.

Charles shrieks in pain as he clutches his chest.

CHARLES (gesturing)
Quickly, my medication.

Martin walks over to the cupboard where he finds a packet of tablets. He pops two pills and races them back over to CHARLES.

CHARLES
Thank you, Martin.

MARTIN (Pauses)
... how do you know who I am?

CHARLES
Haven't you figured it out yet?

MARTIN
What? No....

CHARLES
The Keys, how could you have a set of my keys? And the photo...

Charles reaches for his pocket, and pulls out the torn picture of a middle aged man. Martin is confused, but pulls out his torn photo of a young boy. Charles passes Martin his half of the photo. They are two pieces of one picture, and the tears fit together. Martin begins to cry, and he lowers the photo.

CHARLES
How could I have kidnapped that boy when he is right here?

MARTIN (trembling)
...Grandpa?

CHARLES
I'm... so...sorry, my dear child. (he starts to cry)

MARTIN
But how come I'm not a CHARLES too?

CHARLES
You are...But they took you away.

MARTIN
What, my foster home? Why didn't they put me with you?

CHARLES
Look at me. I can't even support my self. They thought you could have a better life.

Charles shrieks again, but this time, Martin seizes Charles and holds him.

MARTIN
Don't go, Grandpa, please!

The frame goes all fuzzy, and we see things through the point of view of Charles. Everything goes black.

INT. DAY
Martin is holding Charles' hand. Charles is in a bed, with tubes regulating his breathing. This scene moves very slowly, to match Charles' condition. Charles slowly wakes up.

MARTIN
Hello... Grandpa.

CHARLES (soft and weak)
Oh, my little boy. My Grandson. I'm not going to be here much longer.

MARTIN (Crying)
Don't say that.

CHARLES
Ahh. Do not be sad. I'm glad I got to know you before I have to go. There's so much to explain, but so little time.

MARTIN
Don't worry, I understand.

Charles hands Martin the photo of them together.

CHARLES
Look at you, all grown up! You've still got your whole life ahead of you... Go live it...

MARTINs jaw begins to tremble with sadness.

CHARLES
Ooh... If you get the chance...please....visit....me.

Charles takes a deep breath in and out. He lowers his eyelids and drops his head. The heart monitor beeps a steady long tone signalling the end of Charles' life. Martin hugs Charles and cries on his shoulder.
Slow fade to black.

EXT. DAY
Martin is riding his bike down the road. He rides to a cemetery, where he lays a bouquet of flowers at the gate.

MARTIN
No, grandpa. I'm sorry.

He rides off into the distance and slowly the picture fades to black.

END OF SCRIPT.

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