Bioshock Script POTENTIAL SPOILERS

[sdpervin]

I was bored over March Break, and I'd like there to be a Bioshock movie. I wrote a bit of a script for a possible part in the movie. It's pretty bad, but I thought I might as well post it.

(From Black: Little sister walks up to door and begins to open it, looking inside the dark room and revealing a plushie animal. A stuffed rabbit, bigger than her, with syringes stuck into its neck. She giggles, tossing herself around it and hugging. The rabbit’s head falls off to reveal that it has been stuffed with money. There is a scrap of paper inside: “Florence’s Secret Stash” it read. The words have been written hastily, and the note looked fresh- done in black ink on a scrap of newspaper in feminine font. She grabs it, throwing it up in the air like a toy and jumping up and down… “Whee!”, watching the money fall to the ground around her like leaves. She had no use for it, she was but a little child. The view changes to a security bots (sweeping around and sighting her, staring but not reacting) as she turns away, closing the door. A knob that had been previously loose from this door falls and clatters to the ground. She picks it up, giggling slightly, turning to a nearby statue. The statue is a farmer walking, holding a basket of fruit. She reaches up, trying to get it into the basket of fruit, Sound of water dripping, sound of working turbines and the sound of an old fridge humming along. It all seems like a melody, Rapture has always been an artsy sort of city. Mostly due to Cohen, every tapestry and playwright preview seems to be of this man. Any competition listed on a tapestry has been crossed out with blade ends and angry, wretched fingers. Various tapestries: “Sander Cohen’s…” this and that, the ground is becoming cobblestone and difficult to walk on for small feet. The floor seems to have been trodden on, but not by other little sisters. It’s getting late, and the little sister is tired. Clocks read 7:54 PM, but the clock is not without style. A face is visible, and a swift tick-tock can be heard from the clock. It is wooden, and the face is very well crafted.)

(The little sister continues down the path, looking left and right. It’s a long walk for small feet to the main part of the farmer’s market. Various fruits lie in the market, with labels saying “Arcadia”. They are kept in troughs of wood, all stacked neatly to make a savoury display. She is in the middle of the path, looking forward to various unattended goods. Which one will she try today? She moves to the fruits on the left stall, peering at them with glee. Grabbing a peach, she stares at it for a second, then trying to take a bite out of it. It is very mushy, so she drops it to the ground. She wipes her hand across her shoes to get rid of the rotten fruit’s splatter. There is clanking in the distance, it gets louder, then fades. She looks up, giving an inaudible burp and peering around. Louder, than fades. The sound of a spider splicer clanking along, the little sister looks up to spot the splicer peering down the hall, looking for prey.)

Spider Splicer:
“No, I don’t remember how my fish went rotten. It wasn’t my fault, it was Neptune’s Bounty, it was. They don’t like me because I’m an acrobat, that’s it. (voice raises) Maybe it’s because Jackson likes rotten fish? No telling…”

(As the Spider Splicer continues with the daunting clanging which quickly fades away, she doesn’t notice the little sister on the ground, peering up at a lemon. She is annoyed, she can’t reach it. Using her syringe to try to knock the lemon off of the stand, she fails.)

Little Sister:

“Lemon, Rosie! Lemon.”
(in daunting voice, in background) Spider Splicer:
“…and how I have told you, goodness, a thousand times! Too many times! I won’t have it, you naughty little fish! I prefer my Pollock fresh.”

(little sister gasps, but the spider splicer seems to have gone away now, the clanging is gone.)

(The little sister tosses her syringe down, frustrated, now trying to climb the row of fruit. Eventually, she reaches her lemon, sticking her teeth into it through the skin. Sucking the juice very contently like a “good” little girl, she sits down and relaxes for a moment, leaving her syringe just lying there for the moment. Whismically, the sister begins singing:

Little Sister:
“A lemon for you, a lemon for me…”

Intercom:
“And now, for your musical entertainment, here’s Bobby Darin, with “Beyond the Sea”. Remember, if you spot a parasite, be sure to report it to Ryan Industries. Dealing with the parasite is our top priority!”

(blaring screech over sound system, radio kicks back up and music begins playing (Beyond the Sea). Little Sister reacts by screaming at the sudden noise, realizes that her “cover” may be blown. She throws herself behind the stall she was sitting on and tosses the unpeeled lemon aside, looking left and right and panting loudly. The clanging has come back, and is getting much louder. There is a stop, and it continues again. It’s far away again, leaving the Little Sister alert for enemies, but at the time safe. An orange falls to the ground, into the shadows behind a cassette player. However, there is a different clanging- heavy “armour” rumbling towards her. She hides, but then sees the source of the noise due to a shadow.)

Little Sister:

“Wh- Oh, Mr. Bubbles.”

(Grotesque and hollow moaning from around the corner, a huge lumbering “Rosie” big daddy makes its way to the little sister. Beyond the Sea still playing on the intercom. Big Daddy walks his way in, staring down at the big sister. It shows no emotion, but the little sister climbs up on its arm and sits for a ride. Many Arcadian plants are draped on the ceiling over the Market, the little sister grabs a flower and twirls it in her fingers, sniffing it and dangling her feet over the Big Daddy’s enormous head. She tosses it to the ground… it’s her paradise to live in, her playground.)

(The pair walk into a small “courtyard” in Arcadia, trees and eerie gravestones along with beautiful floral and a great view of the sea through the glass windows. The little sister motions for the big daddy to bring her over to the window, she stares out. A fish appears in front of the window, staring at them with dim eyes. The little sister pokes at the glass, but it rushes away. Big Daddy moans lightly, continuing on with its green eyes flashing. However, the little sister notices a Nitro Splicer nearby. He looks peculiar with his bulging eyes, bandaged head and bag-full-o-bombs. She decides to be curious, slipping off the Rosie’s back. Stumbling over to the Splicer, she walks behind it, looking up curiously.
Little Sister:
“Hi!”

(Splicer doesn’t notice her, so she grabs onto the hems of his pants, tugging.)

Little Sister:

“Hi, Mister..” *pause* “Do you like lemons? Lemons and bubblegum!”

(Nitro Splicer turns around angrily, an insane and greedy look on his face. Upon realizing that there is a little sister, an evil smile appears on his bloody face. His eyes grow wide, his fingers grabbing…)

Little Sister:
“M-Mister?”

Nitro Splicer:

“Do you like c-candy, little girl? Sweet, luscious candy? Well come over here, Honey, I've got loads of sweets for you!”

(Despite loud screaming from the Nitro, Little Sister walks over.)

Nitro Splicer (mood changes):
“YOU LITTLE BRAT! LET ME REAP FROM YOU… THE ADAM, YES, I NEED THE ADAM MOST OF ALL! I’M GONNA TEAR YOUR LITTLE HEAD OFF UNTIL YOU SPROUT ADAM LIKE A FOUNTAIN! YES! IT WON’T HURT, I’M JUST AFTER THE GOOD STUFF! THERE’S NO STOPPING NOW! NO RUNNING FROM THE UNDERTAKER, NO ESCAPING THE VILLAIN!” (this splicer was an actor in his day… whenever that may have been)

(Little Sister screams, the Nitro Splicer grabs onto her arm and tries to drag her with him. The Angry Rosie notices she is missing, leaping athletically through the trees and breaking most of them, grabbing the Nitro Splicer in one hand and thrusting his gun under the Splicer’s jaw to hold his head up against the ceiling. Upon being thrust up against the ceiling, the Splicer had of course let go of the Little Sister. The Rosie fires its gun up the Splicer’s jaw, killing him instantly and causing him to scream.)

Nitro Splicer:

“NO, I REFUSE TO FEEL THE MORNING BURN! A POETIC DEATH IS WHAT I WANT! NOT DEATH AT THE HANDS OF A…”

(Nitro is dead upon having his head filled with lead. However, the Intercom changes, the music stops, and the cool, female voice returns.)

Intercom:
Parasite discovered, located in Fort Frolic. All available security, please move in on this target.

(buzzing and mechanical sounds of the flying security bots nearby. However, the big daddy is not done his angry little spree- he feels threatened. Slamming the swarm of oncoming security bots with his massive gun into the walls, many of these robots form off and attack him as well. In order to protect the little sister, he leans down and places her behind a jukebox and shoots at the oncoming bots. His aim is very true, however, several clip him in the back and he moans with pain. Shooting and being backed into a wall, he fires a bomb as a desperate resort. It explodes, knocking him down and blasting all the bots in the area to shreds. His moaning continues and his lights go out, meaning that he has died out.)

Little Sister:

“Mr. Bubbles! We have to get out of here, I don’t like this scary place? Mr. Bubbles? Mr. Bubbles! Please, why won’t you move? Oh, come on Mr. Bubbles, I want to go! *sobbing*”

(Reverts to black, Frank Fontaine’s voice can be heard in the background.)

Frank Fontaine: Would you kindly?

EDIT: EXTREMELY SORRY ABOUT THE POSSIBLE SPOILERS THING! Would you kindly forgive my stupidity?

[BucketBot]

I thought your part of a script was rather good. It wasn't perfect, but I found myself getting drawn into it.
I personally think it will be better if you rewrite it as a story and not a script though.

[sdpervin]

I thought your part of a script was rather good. It wasn't perfect, but I found myself getting drawn into it.
I personally think it will be better if you rewrite it as a story and not a script though.

Thanks. I'm probably going to turn it into a fanfic on Fanfiction.

[BioShock Freak]

Wow, I got into the story as if I was really watching this happen. VERY creative. I really liked it.

[FtRapture]

If the Bioshock Movie is ever made it would make a great Trailer for the movie.

[David2222121]

Wow. That was very good. Come to think of it, a fanfic from the perspective of a Little Sister would be a wonderful read.

[Black Rose]

I cannot tell a lie but that was the most mazing script i've ever heard come out of the forums

[WrenchMaster]

It was very good, except for some things.

1. Parasite doesn't refer to physical people. It means the ideals of certain people. You can't "report" a parasite or "locate" one.

2. The Little Sister seems a bit too normal, just a bit.

3. The Frank Fontaine thing doesn't make any sense...

[sdpervin]

It was very good, except for some things.

1. Parasite doesn't refer to physical people. It means the ideals of certain people. You can't "report" a parasite or "locate" one.

2. The Little Sister seems a bit too normal, just a bit.

3. The Frank Fontaine thing doesn't make any sense...

1. I'll correct that.

2. See above.

3. No. In a trailer, it's like it fades to black like in some parts of the bioshock previews, and all the sudden as a homage to Bioshock fans: "Would you kindly..." in the background, then the Bioshock logo. Just an idea.

[Atlas165]

sorry 'm knitpicky but
1.little sisters don't have shoes(but wiping off of her feet might be nice)
2.he's right. she is a bit not wierd enough.
3. IT WAS FREAKIN' AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[BioShock Freak]

I thought so too.
~Mari.

[Atlas-Puppet]

Thats a really good script idea. Epic

[Apple-13]

I like it a lot. The idea is nice and really creative. For a trailer it would e a bit too long. But, it would be easy to shorten.

[japester]

Since this was inspired by the game and not from the game, I thought it should be in the OT with the other fan fiction.

I enjoyed reading it. Good work!

[sdpervin]

(The second part I decided to make! Here’s where the movie would actually begin, the beforehand would just show what Rapture is like and everything.)

(Jack Ryan is sitting rather comfortably in his seat, though the people around him are definitely out of focus and slightly blurred, almost like a picture. Jack is staring at the package in his hands, not quite sure to make of it until he noticed a picture… presumably of his family… on the package. He coughed, putting down the package and slouching back in his seat. His hands are firmly in his pocket, as if he’s feeling for something. He finds what he’s been looking for; a normal cigarette and his lighter, and begins to smoke on the plane. A trail of the smoke moves back, revealing a small, fair-haired girl sitting in her seat eating a candy bar. The camera doesn’t focus on her though, just moves by to show people that she’s present. It moves back to an attendant, who is watching over everyone and making sure there is no trouble. Outside, the rain is blaring, freezing, nearly deafening everyone inside. But Jack Ryan doesn’t notice the weather outside… he’s transfixed on the package again now, reading it to himself under his breath.)

Jack Ryan:
“They told me… son…”

(There is the rattling sound of a cart moving by, its wheels clanging along and making a loud racket. Jack is bothered by the noise but only lets out a long sigh, followed by a heavy drag on his cigarette. The man who pushes the cart looks down at him, noticing how annoyed he looked.)

Jack Ryan: “You’re special…”

(the cart runs over his foot, causing him to gasp for a second but then jerk away in pain.)

Man:
“Sorry sir! I’ve been trying not to… oh, what’s this? (he reaches for the package but Jack pulls away, looking up at him, the cigar hanging out of the side of his mouth) Well, no need to be rash. But I suggest you put that in your compartment, sir. Wouldn’t want it getting lost or anything. Would you like to buy anything… anything at all, sir?

Jack Ryan: (mumbling)

Man: “Speak up sir, I’ve got two ears that are willing to listen…”

(Jack Ryan barely makes out): “Another pack.”

(Man smiles): “Oh, I think you’ve got quite enough cigarettes for the journey, sir.”

(Jack Ryan shakes his head… it’s not weird how he doesn’t talk, just more like he’s a little on the shy side and only interested in this pack of cigarettes.)

Man: “I’m guessing you have money, sir?”

(Jack Ryan doesn’t appear to understand at first, so the man mentions towards his pocket. Jack Ryan pulls out a syringe, one which he had no idea was there, and studies it for a second. The man scowls, frightened by this medical instrument, and continues down the plane with the trolley scoffing. Moving forward towards the next person, Jack moves all of his focus onto the syringe, playing with it in his hands. He accidently uses it, surging Adam through the tube, causing it to squirt out on a plump lady to his right. It goes on her face. She winces, thinking it’s just water or something)

(Ryan doesn’t notice, continues to stare at the tube): “Now where did you come from?”

(plane surges forward, some screams but nothing major, lights flicker but restart over a matter of seconds)

Jack Ryan (whispering): S***.

Intercom on Plane: You may feel some very minor turbulence over your flight, as well as some power failures. There seems to be a storm over the Atlantic this evening, however, we will continue our flight as usual. Thank you.

(Jack Ryan sighs, then continues to look at the syringe… only to find it’s gone. It’s no longer in his hands, and he can’t find it at all. He picks up the package, staring at the picture again, puzzled. He continues to read): “You were born to do great things.”

(camera moves to show Jack Ryan looking up, because he hears a gunshot and a muffled scream. No one does anything, so Jack just continues to read):

Jack Ryan: “And you know what?”

(it shows the syringe rolling down the aisle by people’s feet for a few seconds with suspenseful music and it grows louder until…)

Jack Ryan: “They were right.”

(huge boom, the plane shifts and the cart goes flying through the doors and the front window. People begin to scream frantically, gunshots become more frantic and the plump lady slips out of her seat. There are people crying around Ryan. The man he saw before goes flying past him, yelling for his life, until he hits a seat and presumably is killed. The package falls, the girl who Ryan saw before is screaming as well, and every single one of the windows on the plane bursts inward from pressure. One man ahead of him simply falls limp, hit by the glass, not showing any sign of blood but just him tumbling from his seat slowly. The doors to the cockpit flail wildly open, revealing… the sea… out of the front window. Not directly, but certainly close. The lights are all off now, he can’t see a thing, but out of the window he sees the wing of a plane ripped off and sailing by in the wind. It’s a massacre.)

Jack: “Aaargh!”

(everything blacks out for now)

[sdpervin]

Comments questions suggestions?

[sdpervin]

Anything, at all?

[Spliced Big Daddy]

you are doing great i love it!