The script is about a 25 – 45 (yet to be decided) year old alcoholic called Harry Slezington. He is actually drinking a bottle of bourbon in the opening scene. Harry has big nights and goes for mystery drives when he is drunk, avoiding the busy traffic so he can clear his mind and party in his car for that extra bit longer before he goes home to his boring girlfriend/wife. He is a courageous man and his life isn’t that good so he likes excitement and things that make his heart beat. He is a bit of a sleaze and attends the local strip club regularly. The explanation for why his heaven is full of girls.Order now
The script starts off with Harry driving drunk down an empty street with a bottle of Jim Beam in his hand. He thinks about the night he has had and ends up having a car crash. Harry finds himself in the middle of nowhere as he climbs out of the wreckage. He needs to use a phone so goes to a nearby house to get one (not noticing that he is in absolutely no pain after a fatal crash). The house seems deserted at first and so the tension builds.
As Harry steps into the house he feels like he is at home, but ignores the feeling and searches for a phone. That’s when ghostly figures start flickering on the screen unnoticed by Harry. The images become clearer and more solid toward the end. He tries to talk to a girl that pushes past him but she disappears into a room and he opens the door to find it empty. The next girl that he meets is sitting on some stairs in the house, she seems surprised to see him “so soon” and he asks where the owner is. She says he’s “upstairs, the highest you can go” Harry runs around and finally finds ‘the man upstairs’ sitting down tapping away on a laptop with the name block “GOD” on his desk. Harry is very angry when he finds out that there is no phone and accuses the man of living in a brothel because of the number of girls in the house. He argues with “GOD” until GOD reveals that he is dead “Welcome to your heaven” is the last and final line of speech.
Harry Slezington takes a swig from his half empty bottle of Jim Beam as he drives down a dark and lonely street. There were no lamp posts, not this far out, so Harry depends upon his trusty headlights. But where is he driving? Where on earth is he going? Harry’s memory jolts back to a girl he had met that night. She was a goodlooking sheila and good old Harry would have taken her home, if he knew where she’d gone, if he remembered what she looked like and if his boring wife wasn’t home. Suddenly while Harry’s mind is travelling so does his car, straight into a tree, he tries to swerve but its too late and everything goes black.
Harry feels no pain “shit!” he breathes as he climbs out of the wreckage. He looks down the street hoping that someone would come by. He fumbles in his pockets for his mobile; no reception, he should have known. Something in the distance catches his eye. A huge mansion standing tall and proud on top of a hill. Harry stares up at the house while drinking the last of his Jim Beam and tossing it onto the ground. The house has possessed him, he is drawn to it. “Helllllooooooooo.” Harry slurs. The door of the mansion mysteriously opens and a bright light floods everything for a short time. Harry steps inside the mansion, not acknowledging the girl who closed the door behind him, her hand still on the knob.
“Hi, is anybody home? My car just crashed outside, I just need to use your phone” The house is shown as empty and Harry goes searching the house not noticing the blinks of people around him. He starts to walk down a hallway and music starts playing near the front door. Harry hears people laughing and chatting away and is eager to inspect the party scene. He turns to the noise and sees the front floor covered with attractive girls. A girl pushed past him and enters a room.
“Excuse me?” Harry says while running to the door. As soon as he opens the door the music stops and he finds the house empty again, no people, no sound, no nothing. Harry hears giggles not far off and proceeds to look elsewhere, he notices one girl sitting on the steps.”To the highest point of the house.” “thanks” said Harry as he starts to head up the stairs. Suddenly he hear a group of girls voices coming down the stairs, and is soon bombarded with a group of pretty young girls, they say hi to Harry and keep walking giggling on the way. Harry turns to see where they go but he can no longer see them, they have disappeared as well as the girl he spoke to before.
Harry starts running now, looking for the highest point. He opens a door to find a smartly dressed man on a laptop with a name block with ‘J.C’ written on it. “oh hello Harry, gee I didn’t expect you here so soon, we still have things to do! I’m filling in for my dad today while he makes the furniture.” “How come everyone knows my name? This house feels homely and the people here seem nice, but I don’t understand, I drunk a whole bottle of bourbon before I came, but when I stepped into this house I became sober when I should be passed out on the floor. People keep appearing and disappearing, and all I want is a phone!!!”
“Sorry Harry we don’t keep a phone here, we have no reason to call anyone!” “what? What if theres an emergency or something? I almost died in that car crash, my car isn’t drivable and you don’t have a phone!!” Harry yelled. “Harry, I’m sure if you accepted this place u would love it.” Jc exclaimed. “this place? I don’t even know where of what this place is, there’s just a load of girls running around.” Harry’s eyes widened “it’s a brothel, isn’t it?”