The Window Is Open, or Is It?

(A Parody of "The Open Window" by Saki)

By

Emilie Rossell, Pablo Recinos, Miguel Hernandez, and Melvin

Barahona

The Open Window, by Saki

INT. - LIVING ROOM - DAYTIME

PAN THROUGH: LIVING ROOM

SFX: Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 Prelude in G - Major plays

along the opening title: "THE WINDOW IS OPEN, OR IS IT?" in

big, red, spooky letters.

It’s a normal living room, with two couches, one for 3

people, the other one, for two. MRS. SAPPLETON is seated in

the biggest one, asleep, snoring hard. MR. NUTTLE is seated

in the smallest one, endlessly talking, to us only saying

"BLA BLA BLA."

MR. NUTTLE

BLA, BLA, BLA, BLA, BLA, BLA, BLA.

MRS. SAPPLETON

(snoring more loudly now)

MRS. SAPPLETON moves, dreaming, while MR. NUTTLE keeps

talking. Suddenly, she starts talking asleep.

MRS. SAPPLETON

(in dreams)

Oh, get out of here, Carlos Manuel,

my husband will be here at any

minute...

MR. NUTTLE

(clearing his throat, now

realizing that MRS. SAPPLETON

hasn’t been paying attention )

Humm.. Mrs. Sappleton? Are you

O.K.?

MRS. SAPPLETON

(still in dreams)

Come on, Carlos, shouw me the

"situation..."

MR. NUTTLE clears his throat even louder this time, waking

MRS. SAPPLETON, who talks a little bit half-asleep.

MRS. SAPPLETON

Bumblebee!

(realizing she just fell

asleep in front of MR. NUTTLE;

she fixes her hair, and clears

her throat, very feminine)

Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Nuttle... I was

just driven by my passionate dreams

of an impossible future...

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 2.

(watches the camera seriously)

CUT TO:

INT. - LIVING ROOM - DAYTIME

ANGLE ON - MR. NUTTLE

MR. NUTTLE

Yes... As I was saying... I cried

so hard when Doña Bárbara...

MRS. SAPPLETON interupts. She’s not even a little interested

in what MR. NUTTLE is saying.

MRS. SAPPLETON

Oh, dear, I just lost track of

time... What time is it... my

guest?

MR. NUTTLE

(watching his watch)

It’s 15 minutes past 6, why...?

MRS. SAPPLETON

Oh, my husband will be here at any

minute...

(in thoughts)

VO: Unfortunately...

MRS. SAPPLETON walks out of the room.

MRS. SAPPLETON

(as she walks out)

I’ll get some tea. I’ll call my

nephew, so you two can catch up...

(yells hard)

OH, VERO! VERO, COME HERE!

CUT TO:

INT. - LIVING ROOM - DAYTIME

ANGLE ON - VERO

VERO, a thin kid dressed in white clothes walks in from the

stairs. He has that look of mischievousness that makes him

look as if he was making fun of her aunt in the spot.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 3.

MRS. SAPPLETON

Vero, could you please entertain

Mr. Nuttle here while I make some

tea, darling? Thank you.

VERO

Sure, aunt!

(smiles as she leaves, and

once she’s out, his weird grin

comes back)

So, Mr. Nuttle, is it? Did you just

come in? Have you had any news from

this small, yet lovely town lately?

Huh?

MR. NUTTLE

Hummm... No... Actually, I’ve never

even heard of this place before,

let alone your family, Mr. Vero...

VERO

Right, right...

(suddenly, adopts a sad look)

Well, then you don’t know the big

tragedy that struck this family...

A year ago...

MR. NUTTLE appears to be scared, yet intrigued by the gossip

of a tragedy.

VERO

You see, on a day just like this,

my aunt’s husband, Mr. Sappleton,

took a hunting trip with his

brother and his son... But they all

died. It seems there was a violent

wolfman wandering around... Jacob

LeNoir, I recall.

ZOOM IN: VERO’S HAND

VERO produces a picture, a picture depicting a shirtless

man, with big muscles, short hair, Native American: Taylor

Lutner.

ANGLE ON: MR. NUTTLE

MR. NUTTLE is eating chicken fingers out of a KFC box,

enjoying them. Suddenly, he realizes he’s been watched, so

he just resumes with his part.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 4.

MR. NUTTLE

(unaware)

Do you have any honey mustard?

VERO

(just lips moving)

What the hell?

MR. NUTTLE

Oh, sorry...

(quickly coming back to the

roll, scared, yet fascinated)

Oh, God! Really? But Mrs. Sappleton

just said they were...

VERO

(interrupts)

I know, that is the sad part... She

keeps thinking they’re going to

come back, at the same time,

everyday... That they’re going to

enter through that same window...

(suddenly, dropping his gaze)

But they don’t...

MRS. SAPPLETON enters the room with a tray with teacups and

a tea pot. Suddenly, she talks.

MRS. SAPPLETON

(gazing at the window)

Oh, look! There they’re coming!

Just in time for tea!

CUT TO:

EXT. - A FIELD - NIGHT TIME

A figure, covered in a blanket, starts walking toward the

window, its arms extended, like a zombie. Behind it, two

more figures come in. One is thin, and tall. The other one,

very small.

ZOOM IN: SMALL FIGURE’S HAND

SFX: The sound of a thunder.

The smallest figure, a child probably, brings with him a

teddy bear, and behind it, a magazine titled: "THE WALKING

DEAD"

As they walk to the window, they bump with it, back up a few

steps, then resume walking.

5.

CUT TO:

INT. - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT TIME

ZOOM IN: MR. NUTTLE

SFX: An exagerated, teenage scream

MR. NUTTLE yells like a girl, and then he just runs out

wildly, out of the front door.

ANGLE ON: THE ZOMBIES

The "zombies" enter in the room, and take their blankets

off.

MR. SAPPLETON

(curiously)

Who was that, honey?

MRS. SAPPLETON

Oh, I don’t know... Some weird guy,

I guess... And also impolite... He

leaves without even saying goodbye!

ZOOM IN: VERO

VERO is eating the remaining chicken fingers from the box.

He suddenly raises his gaze to the camera, and smiles, then

winks one time, and then turns around and walks out.

SFX: Micheal Jackson’s "THRILLER" laugh plays.

FADES OUT.

(A funny, histerical music plays along the ending titles.)