Pray For Dawn Written By Stephen Batchelor October 2011 Copyright Stephen Batchelor 2008
[email protected] 0437240934 FADE IN: INT. GUARD SHACK (CEMETERY) - NIGHT STEVE sits at his desk, feet up, drinking coffee and reading a book between sips. A small television keeps him company from a chair in the corner of the room. Through the -- WINDOW -- headlights approach, and light up the driveway and gate. INT. GUARD SHACK (CEMETERY) - NIGHT As Steve glances at the ever-worsening picture on the television, the same headlights light up his work station. Annoyed, he switches off the television and walks to the window. The sound of TRUCK DOORS OPENING, and the CRUNCH OF FOOTSTEPS on gravel. Steve squints from the bright headlights, trying to make out who it is. He shades his eyes, and peers closer. The distinctive, but muted, sound of a METAL GATE being SHAKEN. Steve grabs his flashlight and steps outside. EXT. GUARD SHACK (CEMETERY) - NIGHT A large removal truck is parked and two young men: BEN and TREVOR (20s) hover beside the gate. STEVE Cemetery closed at six. BEN Yeah, we know. Ben reaches over, pulls at the lock, and grins. 2. BEN Can we come in? STEVE No. PETE Open the gate. Ben slowly coils his fingers around the bars. PETE Come on Steve. Open the gate. STEVE How do you know my name? BEN Steve, we don't have much time. Come closer. He glares at Steve. Steve takes a step forward. BEN Let us in, okay? Steve unlocks and opens the gate. PETE That's a good man.